Last week, I mentioned a relatively new faggot who had sent me $175 in Amazon gift cards. I rewarded him with my face that night, igniting an obsession.
“You must still have me on the mind from last night,” I wrote after the faggot sent another $25.
“Yes, Sir, thinking about you all day.”
“What were you thinking?” I asked.
“How lucky it was to see you on cam, Sir. How hot you are. A real man, Sir.”
“Of course!”
“It’s been reading your posts for so long, Sir,” the faggot continued. “Feels great to be in your presence and to give you your due.”
He was touching his little dick again and on the verge of busting his load. I instructed the cash fag to send another gift card.
“Sent, Sir!”
The faggot came immediately after I said I’d redeemed it, enjoying another intense orgasm.
I was serious when I said I’d ignited an obsession. He was back the next day.
“Damn, Sir, was only going to send one and cum,” the faggot wrote after sending $25. “But want another?”
“Always do,” I answered.
“Fuck, sent, Sir!”
I was stroking my dick anyway, so I turned the cam on again. That elicited another $50 in tributes before the faggot’s little dick exploded.
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He didn’t even make it another day before he was offering up even more cash and thanking me for taking it.
“It kept telling itself not to message you,” the faggot wrote. “Now it can’t stop.”
“I’ve noticed. Common problem when fags start talking to me. And seeing me makes it so much worse…”
“Yes, Sir,” he agreed. “Seeing you on cam made it worse…even better than it imagined.”
Totally addicted to pleasing me now, the faggot dispatched another $125 in gift cards while I shopped for groceries that night. Awesome.
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After he shot, he added up his numbers and realized that he’d spent almost $500 since the month began.
“Fuck yeah,” I wrote. “And it will be feeling the urge again soon.”
“Yeah, that’s why it kept telling itself to just send random gift cards now and then, Sir, and not to add you to Skype. So much for resisting.”
“Yeah, so much for that,” I teased. Does it ever work?
Less than 12 hours later, the faggot was sending me gift cards yet again.
“It tallied up all its tributes today, Sir,” he mentioned. “It’s up to $745 now. You were right, the small ones add up.”
The faggot had been reading my blog all day even though he’d already devoured every post. He warned that he was going to have slow down at some point, so I expected this session to be quick. So much for that. He kept sending, revealing that he’d already cum three times to my words that day.
Realizing that the fourth might take awhile, I turned the cam on again. The gift cards flowed until I had $250 for the night.
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“Going to crack $1,000 in no time,” I commented.
“Yes, Sir,” the faggot agreed. “Fifth day in a row of tributes…fuck.”
“Redeemed,” I said about the latest gift card. “Fuck yeah. That’s what I like to see in a faggot.”
When I said I’d be happy to collect all night, that did the trick. The faggot finally came again.
“$970, Sir,” he wrote after adjusting his numbers. “Next time will break $1,000.”
“Hmm, how long will it take to break the number? Guess we’ll find out.”
“Well, it wants to wait a bit, but we both know it will probably succumb sooner rather than later.”
Self-control tends to melt away when cash fags deal with me. Sure enough, this faggot decided to cross that line the next morning.
“Fuck it, sent, Sir! Might as well make it an even $1,000.”
That still wasn’t sufficient. While I was sleeping, another $25 gift card arrived.
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“Damn, you’re impossible to forget, Sir.”
It might take more than a week or two to hit the $2,000 mark, but I have no doubt this faggot is going to get there, my words and my grin always on his mind.