My Cashfag

Anyways, that's how it all started. Figure out the rest couple of days. We ended up in different schools and hadn't heard from him until now.

There he is. His pretentious silly profile picture wearing a blue suit, like he was a respectable man. Like he even was a man.

He sent me a friend request. After all I did to him, after everything I made him do for me back in the day. I grinned while accepting it and went to put my phone back in my pocket and grab a beer from my fridge.

I didn't even had time for that when I got a message.

-Hey :)

-Sup

-I'm Tom, from high school. Remember me?

-Sure I do, buddy.

-What have you been up to?

Aaand that's enough, too boring. I left my phone there and went to take a shower, I was hoping to grab some chicks at the bar later.

When I came back and checked my phone, I had a zillion messages. Yes, all from him.

-Hey?

-You there?

-Phill

-Did something happened?

-Hey

-I just want to catch up

-I was really surprised to find you

-Hey

-???

-Wanna go get a coffee sometime?

-Ok, talk to you later :)

It was almost pitiful. Well it would have been if it weren't this fag Tom. He was probably hyped he was talking to Me. Even if I wasn't replying. I decided it wouldn't hurt to give him a chance.

-The new fancy restaurant between 2nd and 6th. Tomorrow 3pm?

-Arbani's? Sure, I'll be there. Looking forward to it!

-Sure buddy.

-Thank you

That night I brought 2 girls to my flat. I'm sure he jerked off alone several times thinking about me.

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It was already 3 when I was taking a shower. Not that I cared that he waited tho, I'd take all the time I want. I took an Uber and arrived at the place at 3:45.

I was lead to the table where he was, obviously, still waiting. There were a couple of empty glasses there, which meant he had been there a while. He stood up as soon as he saw me and his eyes shined a spark.

-Hey Phill. How are you? - He stretched his hand to me.

-I'm ok. Have you been waiting long? - I said while I totally ignored his trembling hand and just sat down (I wasn't starting being nice now).

-Oh, it's my fault. I arrived early, I'm sorry.

-I know, it's ok.- I said with a smirk on my face as I saw his face getting blushed.

-You still keep your shape don't you?

- I guess I do, buddy. It's just natural for me, you know that.

The waiter came in and asked if he could take our order.

- Yes, I'm having an onion soup and a;

- I'll take whatever the most expensive dish on the menu is and the same with whine.He'll have just a plain salad and a glass of water, thank you.- I might as well go for it, right?

+Hum, Sir...?- he asked Tom with a weird look, looking for any kind of "normal" response as he was squirming in his chair.

- Y... yes, that's right. Thank you.- He answered as his eyes kept locked at the table just in front of him, incapable of any other response. I shrugged the waiter and continued.

-Tell me that's not why you're here. Tell me you don't crave serving Me. Look me in the eye and tell me.

He tried to go back, he tried to make it look like all this was casual friends meeting. But the moment he looked at my eyes, he had to look down again, he couldn't grasp a word. I could see the sweat drops falling down his cheeks and his fingers fidgeting on his lap.

It was so funny just looking at him struggling. He was buying Me dinner. He contacted me to serve, we both knew that.

- Got a family?- I said without taking my eyes of him

- A wife and two kids.- I kicked his leg under the table.

- Sorry?

- A wife and two kids, Sir.

- Oh, that's what I thought you said. Job? Yours and wife's

- I'm vice president in real estate, she stays home.

- Isn't the sex good, boy? Why did you come running to Me?

- No, it is but...

- She won't have sex with you?

The waiter came back with the food. He gave a sad look at my steak and then to his salad.

-Any problem fag?

-N... No, Sir. -he started eating after me- the problem is not her, the thing is that I...

-You miss having no control over your life.

-He looked down, clearly ashamed of himself.

-And living just for my pleasure. You miss fulfilling your purpose in life.

-I... -Never had I thought someone could get that blushed.

-Hey. Tom. It's okay. -I said with my sweetest voice while I put my hand on his arm. -All of us have a destiny in life. Something that makes us feel really happy. I can help you with that, we're friends after all, aren't we? You don't have to be ashamed.

-Y...yeah

-Now. You'll make me happy, won't you? -He stopped to think for a few seconds and said yes with his head- There you go. It isn't that difficult. I'll do anything I can to help you out. Here, I can take your car today, give me your keys. -I said while I put my almost-finished food away and extended my open hand.

It was hilarious how he gave me the keys like I was making him a favor. Really pathetic. He even did it while trying to hide his boner. But oh well, fags can't help it.

-I'll let you know when you're serving me next.

I stood up and started walking away.

-Hey Phill!- I stopped without looking at him- Thank you...- I grinned and left the place.

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I drove home that night and, to be honest, I jerked off to the thought of taking every single thing he owned, make it mine and make him my house bitchboy.

The thought of controlling all of him, from his bank account to having him wearing minimal clothes, using a chastity device and being no more that furniture in my house, doing every single thing he was commanded to... That's what made me cum. Of course I deserve that, why wouldn't I? I'm fucking perfect, this body and face is something people literally fall to their knees for.

That's when I planned it. I'll take him. I'll break and humiliate him. I'll take away his will and do whatever the fuck I want with his miserable existence. He'll become just a mere extension of Me, a tool, a thing to be used. He'll be begging to kiss the ground I step on.

I said why the fuck not. And texted the fagboy Tom I'll make all his entire existence revolving around me in no time. And he'll be so fucking thankful.

- Hey bitch, I want you to thank me for taking your car from you, it's mine now.-He took a minute but it finally came:

- Thank you Sir for letting me please a stud like You. Any other way I could serve you?- This just felt so natural.

- Actually, yes. Make sure to be home alone tomorrow at 4:00 pm. Leave the door unlocked, be naked and blindfolded. If you're not willing to comply, just don't talk to me again. Obey and you'll be mine for life.

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woke up feeling great. I reached over to the nightstand, grabbing my phone. 10:30am Below the time there was a series of messages: a couple girls who wanted me to come over, friends wanting to hang out, and of course Tom.

- Hello Sir!

- Looking forward to being subjected to your control.

-  Kinda nervous.

- Hope you are having a good morning.

- Can’t stop thinking about you even with my wife right here.

- Sir I need your control.

- Have I upset you?

- Maybe you’re still in bed, sorry for disturbing you.

“Hahaha, this might be easier than I thought, what a pathetic slave. I can’t wait to have him under my thumb.” I figured with all of his messages he could just stew in his own thoughts, chuckling.

As the morning played out, I sat on the sofa, holding my phone. Scrolling through the messages, this one girl sent some pictures that caught my attention. Along with the picture was a message that said, “I miss having you.” I laughed at the thought, how many girls want me and how Tom would be craving to have Me for him to worship.

I went out to the gym, played basketball with friends. It was now 3:00 and got another picture of this girl, “Come over?” Laughing I replied, “Sure.”

After releasing multiple loads, I looked at my phone, “Oh, it’s 4:30. Hahaha how long he must have been waiting.”

I got into my new car, smearing sweat all over. “Hahaha 5:15.” I walked into the house, making myself at home and walked into the living room and there he was. Trembling on his knees naked with a blindfold on. Smirking, I wondered has he been in this position since 4? But that is a great touch being on his knees, close to the couch. I sat down, leaning back.

“Sir?” he said. I looked at him and pressed my foot against his chest, grinding my heel as he tried to resist himself from falling.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” his head bowing. “Do you know how ridiculous you look?” Head bowing further, “Good boy.” I moved my foot, removing my shoe with the top of his head. Plopping down to his lap. “Haha, you like that boy?”

“Okay boy, so here is how things are gonna work, you won’t speak unless I tell you to. You are to sniff anything that get pressed to your nose. Lick whatever I allow you to lick, all for my entertainment. And focus only on pleasure. Do you understand, fag?”

“Yes Sir.”

I sat there and watched TV, resting my feet on him. When my foot started to itch, I would use whatever part of his head that I could use to scratch it.

I lowered my foot to his hands on his lap, “rub them.” He has not lost his touch, I thought, he continued to rub them in the most respectful way, working every inch. I took my foot away from him after a while and walked into the kitchen.

Looking through the cabinets, “this should work,” I thought.

Grabbing it, I brought it back with me to the room. Running the edge of it over his skin. Up and down his arms, tracing his jaw line. I asked, “Do you know what this is?” He nodded no. “No? You don’t know? Well it does belong to you, no matter, I have decided to give you a gift,” I finished saying as I stood next to his ear.

The sound of liquid, splashing into the glass. I’m sure he knew what was happening. As it started to reach the rim, I aimed for his face and chest, tapping the last of the droplets into his hair. “Liquid gold. After all, I am doing you a favor by taking in your car. Put out your hand.” His  hand raising while trembling, I placed the glass into his hand. “Fag, do you not have a gift for Me?

“Sir, I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting to receive such a gift.” I slapped his face.

He corrected, “I’m sorry... your wallet is on the corner table, please take whatever you would like Sir.”

“Good boy. Now drink your gift.” I turned to face the wallet, opening it. $300, not bad. “What do you say?” As I pressed my foot into his crotch.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Looking around the room, I saw the belt resting on the ottoman. I grabbed it. Slapping the leather against itself. Running the cool leather on his back. “All those times, I allowed you into my room, I always wanted to do this. ESPECIALLY, when you messed up or was going too slow.”

I smacked it against his back and stomach walking around him.

“Thank you, Sir,” he said quivering.

Then another and another.

“I have done a huge favor for you today, boy. Asserting my control to help you like you begged. I have gone out of my way.”

“Yes Sir, I could maybe start giving you an allowance.”

“Maybe?” I said, clicking my tongue.

“I will, Sir.”

“That’s better,” tapping his head. “Now go ahead and take off that blindfold.” He gingerly, removed it. “Go to my car and clean it. There’s a lot of trash that needs to be taken out. I got it covered with sweat so focus on the seat too.” With that he started to get up, his eyes pleading.

“What is it, SPEAK.”

“My family is almost going to be home, Sir.”

“Well then you’d better hurry, if you don’t want them to catch you naked, in my car.” Looking at him walk away, “wait, give me your watch so I can check the time.” He handed it over, “here it is, Sir.” Of course, a Rolex.

Then he walked off to the door.