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The End of James - 1
by Master Matt (mastermister123@gmail.com)
***
It involves a straight cash-master who treats gays
terribly. One takes revenge on him and we see the fruits
of that revenge. (MM, nc, rp, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal,
tor, v, bd)
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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 him lying 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-
streaked face. "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.
Continued in part 2...
Author Note: This is my story and my property, so don't
go spreading it around and claiming it as your own. I'm
a cash-master and this story is inspired by another
cash-master 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 mastermister123@gmail.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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