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25 years old and already VP at his company, James Coburn had no need for money. He lived in a spacious loft downtown, drove a nice car, dressed in only the finest suits, and dined out every night in the fanciest restaurants, usually accompanied by whichever beautiful woman he happened to be fucking at the moment.
However, he spent a great deal of his spare time selling his used underwear, cum-filled condoms, and tantalizing photos to faggots around the world on his private website, an enterprise he had developed while in college when money had very much been a problem. His tall, toned, taut, and muscled frame, symmetrical face, strong legs, and fat 8? dick with ripe, low-hanging balls attracted a large following of cock-lusting fags online.Although already rich, James enjoyed the power of taking money from the faggots, imagining them beating their pathetic little dicks with their noses pressed in the crotch of his dirty, sweaty, piss-stained boxers or squeezing every last drop of his precious cum from the condoms he sent them, and into their hungry mouths.
Of course, James never actually met these faggots. He had no desire to be anywhere near these sick losers. However, that changed one day when he received an email from a fag who had recently purchased a pair of his old boxers. James chuckled to himself as he read the message. The loser was addicted to James’ cum stains and ball sweat and begged for a chance to service his hefty dick in person. James was used to this and began typing up his standard reply of ?fuck off faggot? when he noticed the guy was offering him $10,000 - just to be able to suck his dick!
James stopped typing. True, he was rich enough already, but $10,000 was still hard to turn down. While he had never even considered letting another man ever touch his dick, he reasoned that this particular instance might be worth it. Besides, it wasn’t really gay, right? He’d get off and get paid for it. ?I’ll just close my eyes and pretend it’s one of the sluts at the office,? he reasoned. He responded to the email, telling the homo he’d allow him to suck his dick but that was it.
The fag quickly responded, thanking James for the privilege over and over. He was not local and planned to fly into the city the next week just for the chance to throat James’ amazing cock. He sent James his hotel information and they agreed on a meeting time. ?Just make sure to bring the cash, faggot!? James warned him.
One week passed and James arrived at the hotel. He knocked on the door and the fag opened it up, naked and kneeling on the floor. ?Pathetic? James commented as he swaggered through the door, knocking the fag over. He noticed the boxers he had previously sold himlying on the bed, looking like new – they had been licked clean. ?Jesus Christ,? James said, disgusted. ?Looks like you’ve been busy.?
?Yes Sir, I have. I love you Sir. I love your cock. I love everything about you Sir. I am so grateful?? the fag uttered before James cut him off.
?Shut the fuck up, I’m not here to talk,? James said. ?Is this my money?? he asked, pointing to an open briefcase stacked with twenty dollar bills.
?Yes Sir! $10,000 and a $2,000 tip, Sir!? the fag exclaimed.
James was satisfied. ?Well, let’s get this over with,? he said, hauling his big dick and balls out through the zipper of his jeans.
The fag’s mouth opened wide, salivating. He began crawling over to James’ dangling meat, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was right in front of his God now and started moving to engulf his dream cock with his lips.
?Stop!? James shouted, kicking the fag away and hefting his package back into his pants. ?This is too fucking queer, I’m outta here,? he continued, grabbing the briefcase and heading to the door.
?NO!? the fag shouted. ?We had a deal! I flew out here for you! You can’t take my money and just leave!? he screamed, charging at James.
James hauled the briefcase backed and slammed it into the fag’s head sending him sprawling to the floor where he remained, sobbing and clutching his damaged face. ?Here,? James said, pulling a couple of twenties out of the case and throwing them down on the weeping mess. ?Some guys whore themselves out on the corner a few blocks over, I’m sure one of them will let you swing on their dick for $40.? He opened the door and walked out into the hall. He looked back at the loser pounding his fists on the lush carpet and spit onto his red, tear-streakedface. ?At least you got to look at my dick in person, bitch, that’s more than any other homo ever got. I’ll still let you buy my old boxers too!? he laughed, slamming the door behind him.
James kept laughing all the way home. ?$12,000 and I didn’t have to do a fucking thing!? he thought. ?I could get used to this! Fuck, enough faggots like that and I won’t ever have to work again!?
After that, James kept an eye out for fags who were willing to pay top dollar to sample his meat. He decided he’d be up front and tell them they could look at it, but no touching. He never heard from the hotel poof again, but lucked out a couple weeks later when he received an email from a fag who said he had been a long-time fan and wanted more than anything to suck James’ cock. James replied that he’d let him look at it for a while if he paid well, but that any touching was off-limits. The fag responded that he was willing to pay $20,000 if James would reconsider. James quickly agreed to meet that Friday at another hotel.
Friday came and James strolled over to the hotel. ?Fucking faggots,? he sighed. ?Guess I’ll have to beat the cash out of this moron too!?
He made his way to the hotel room and noticed the door was slightly ajar. He opened it to find an older man in a business suit sitting on the bed, staring at him.
?What the fuck faggot! Get on your knees and show some respect!? James exclaimed as he walked into the room. He saw a briefcase on a table opposite the bed. ?Wait,? he continued, sauntering across the room. ?Gotta make sure all my money is here first.? He popped open the case and was hit in the face by a cloud of white powder that had been spring-loaded into the container.
?The?fuck??? he muttered, before collapsing on the floor.
?Fuck indeed,? the old man chuckled as he closed the door behind him.
This is my story and my property, so don’t go spreading it around and claiming it as your own. I’m a cashmaster and this story is inspired by another cashmaster who submitted to me and is now one of my fags (I still let him pose as a master to earn more $$$ for me though, so watch out who you fags submit to, haha). This chapter just sets the scene for future installments. Shit gets real for James after this. Donations and gifts will speed up the chapter releases. You can email me at [email protected]
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