The Cashmaster

Italics = The Cashmaster
Regular = Mystery Man

Hey.

Bye.

You’re so fucking sexy.

Why do you act like I don’t already fucking know this? Bye.

Please show me your dick.

No.

I’ll do anything.

Send me money.

You’ll show me your dick if I send you money?

No.

But that’s what I want to see.

Too bad. Bye.

What will you do if I send you money?

I’ll make you cum.

How?

I’ll crush your balls.

You keep saying that…what do you mean?

Is it really that hard to understand? I’ll put on the floor and have you spread your legs and I’ll fucking stomp on your balls until they’re crushed. Now call me God.

Why?

Because I like it when people call me God.

Why?

Because I am a fucking god.

Are you this cocky in real life?

Nah, not really.

What are you like in real life?

I’m kind of quiet and shy, to be honest.

So your friends don’t know how kinky you are?

Nope. They have no clue.

Do they know you want to be a cuck?

Fuck no.

Do you want to be a cuck?

Maybe.

You should tell your friends you want to be a cuck.

Fuck no.

Well you should at least be cocky in real life. Your friends should worship your body.

Yes, they should. Anyway, I’m bored. BYE.

Wait, not yet.

Send me money.

What do you want money for anyway?

So I can buy things.

What things?

Whatever I want. Probably drugs. Weed.

Do you smoke a lot?

Yes.

Do you do any other drugs?

It doesn’t matter. I want money. So be my pay pig.

What’s a pay pig?

Tell me you’ll be my pay pig and I’ll tell you what it means.

Okay, I’ll be your pay pig.

It means you’re a fucking dirty disgusting faggot who gives me money and I tell how I’m going to crush your balls and piss on your face and do whatever else I want.

Okay.

Send me money pay pig. And I’ll be your Cashmaster.

Okay.

$20. Right now.

Author's Note: This is a very early draft of a full-length erotica. If you would like to read the full story or the first available drafts of future chapters, visit: https://conormonaghan.com/