The Cashmaster

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How many guys have begged to see Payton’s cock at this point? He’s lost count.

They see one picture of his twink face, which he doesn’t mind setting as his profile picture on any online message forum, and they can’t help but send him a message. They’re hooked. Girls too, which he prefers, but you know how the Internet is filled with dirty anonymous men.

Payton knows that too, but he doesn’t mind. Well, he used to mind, until these same anonymous men started offering him money to just to drool over his big twink cock. He’s not a fucking whore, so he doesn’t send pictures of his cock for money. Which is kind of ironic in a way, because Payton does unashamedly send full body nude pictures with his face to anonymous strangers online without payment, but only when he’s convinced himself that the person on the other side is a woman and that he finds the woman attractive in the moment. Most of the time, these people aren’t women, but at least Payton can pretend that they are.

But here’s the thing: Payton fucking loves money. He loves money because he can buy things like weed and alcohol with it. But like we said, Payton isn’t going to whore himself out for money. He’s not going to send pictures of his cock out for cash. That’s gay shit, and he’s not gay. He sends pictures of his naked body out for one reason only: to bust a nut.

But this love for money did lead Payton to an alternative. He eventually discovered that there are people out there that are so pathetic that they’ll give you cash for nothing. They’ll send you their money just because you’re a fucking god twink and they’re just fucking old fat men or cucked married men or closeted faggot frat boys. They have nothing better to do than to think about your twink body and all the ways that they can worship it. They get off to that shit.

It doesn’t matter what you tell them. Tell them you’re going to fuck them up the ass. Fine. If they’re married, tell them you’re going to fuck their wife. Fine. Tell them they’re going to lick your fucking twink asshole. Fine. Tell them you’re going to bust on their face. Fine.

There are no limits to the disgusting shit these people want to hear. They just want to be told. And they’ll fucking pay you for it. And you don’t even need to show them cock. Just keep them on the edge of their seat wanting more. Crush their balls and take their cash. It’s so fucking easy.