Bully Fags

Warning: No violence but extreme life ruination

“Oh god, it’s really all gone,” said the fag, panicking. Post-nut clarity can be a bitch, especially after a major cash drain. But this is what the cash master lived for. Well, he lived for the money, but also for this moment he was witnessing right now - when the fag realized just how fucked he was.

The fag was staring at his computer screen just hoping something would change, but they both knew it wouldn’t. $0 in both checking and savings accounts. “Oh fuck, god I have nothing now,” said the fag. The cash master just pumped his cock, emotionless. He really enjoyed to see the realization set in. The anguish in the fag’s eyes. God it made him so hard.

The cash master had been draining the fag for 3 years now. The fag didn’t make an enormous amount of money, but he had a decent job. Over the 3 years he had drained the fag of $55k, but recently they had been going really hard.  The cash master determined it was time for full on destruction. When he gets his sights set on a prey, he doesn’t stop until they’re fully taken care of. He usually never messages fags first, but he started to about a month ago. This makes the fag think you care about them at all, that you’re thinking about them.

And the cashmaster uses this to his advantage. They had a couple of normal drains, a few hundred dollars. A lot of money but nothing life-ruining. Then he took it up a notch in the last week. The cash rapes had been relentless. He had made sure the fag had brought a lot of poppers. After years of experience he knows exactly how to get into the psyche of a fag. To completely break them down. He knows exactly when to show his ass and get his fags to imagine sniffing his ass. When to show his feet, his pits, his cock. He pushes the fag’s buttons expertly.

After a lot of hard sessions, the fag had only $6k in his bank accounts. The cashmaster received a message one night from the fag: “Please sir, I can’t take anymore. Please I need a break.”

That was all the cashmaster needed to hear. This was it. He was taking it all. He got to his desk and immediately called the fag on Skype. Of course, the fag answered. “Send 100 now fag,” said the cash master, with no sympathy. “Please sir, I really can’t,” responded the fag. “NOW!” Pathetically the fag hung his head a bit and then sent the cash over.

In no time, the cashmaster had $350 - right after the fag said he was done sending for a while. This was too easy. He flashed his cock a few times. “$50 more to see my feet,” said the cashmaster. The fag whined a bit but eventually sent it. At $600, he allowed the fag to touch his cock - a rare treat in their sessions.

They had already crossed $1k. “Ok, that’s it sir, I really can’t send anymore,” said the fag. Not listening to the pathetic fag he said, “Go get my dildo.” The cashmaster has had a dildo made that is an exact replica of his cock. He also had a toy that he kept of a fake ass that he would fuck. The toys were connected through an app so that when he thrust all the way into the toy, it would vibrate the dildo. He told the fag to get the dildo, sit on it, and fuck himself in rhythm. The fag started fucking himself.

“$100” commanded his master, thrusting hard into the fake ass ending the vibration too the fag. The fag moaned and sent another. And another. And another. $2k came. The fag was begging. “TAKE A HIT OF POPPERS!” Said his master. Demanding more money. At $2.2k, the master told him to stop. “Go get the package - you didn’t open it yet did you?” said the master. NO SIR! Of course not!” The cash master had sent the fag a special package a couple of days ago. He told him not to open - it would be for a special occasion. That time was now. The fag came back on screen with the package. “Open it,” commanded his master. The fag quickly tore open the package. Upon seeing it, his mouth dropped. He was clearly excited.

“Take the socks from the baggie,” said the cash master. In one of the two bags were the cash master’s gym socks. The fag could already smell them upon opening them. “Sit back down on the dildo,” said the cash master. The fag did. “$500 and I’ll let you put those to your nose” The fag didn’t even think, he just sent. “SNIFF FAG!” The fag smelled the scent of his master. Fuck, he had never smelled anything like it.

On screen, his master showed his feet. The fag squealed in pleasure at the visual and olfactory sensations mixed together. “Don’t cum fag, just look at my feet… and smell them,” said the cash master. It was like he really could. “You can put them in your mouth for another $500” The fag hesitated a bit this time but not for long. $500 and the socks were in his mouth. “Pathetic faggot,” said the cash master. Who could disagree with him. Still the fag’s dick was so hard as he tasted the sweaty superiority entrenched in the socks. And that was $3.2k.

“Time to open the other package,” said the master. The fag removed the socks from his mouth reluctantly but was also excited to get to the other. Inside the other package as the ultimate prize - his master’s sweaty, nasty underwear. “Wore those for three days straight fag,” said the master. The fag was practically drooling. “First, a quick sniff, and then get ready,” said the cash master. One sniff and the cash master could see the effect it was having on the fag. He was totally high on his scent.

“I want the rest in a single send faggot,” said the cashmaster, cruely. “Please no! I can’t, I really can’t,” the fag was begging but also stroking his pathetic tiny cock. “Then you can cum fag, think of how good that orgasm will feel. Cumming my smelling my nasty underwear.” The fag whimpered like a dog, totally pathetically. “Bounce on the dildo, and get your nose where my ass crack rested,” said the cash master. The fag complied immediately, moaning as soon as he smelled it. His master turned around and showed off his ass to the camera.

“OH MY GOD I CAN SMELL YOUR ASS!” Said the fag, high off his master’s ass scent. “That’s right you can faggot - imagine sticking your nose right up my perfect ass.” The fag was definitely imagining that and moaning as he did. “Now smell my crotch fag,” said the cash master. He turned it around and smelled the crotch now. “What do you smell?” Asked the cash master. “Oh god… I smell… I smell your cock. I smell your balls. OH FUCK! God I can even smell your piss.” It was so pathetic, but it was exactly what the fag needed to bottom out. “It’s time faggot - give me everything. Make your master proud.”

“Sacrifice everything for your god! DO IT FAGGOT! YOUR GOD COMMANDS YOU! SEND AND CUM!” The fag grimaced, trying to fight the demon inside of him - but in the end the demon won. The fag moaned and yelled out when he pressed the send button, sending $2,800 immediately from his bank account straight to his cash master. The fag came instantly, its pathetic cock spraying a watery load onto his floor.

The fag was certainly in a state. Sweaty and totally spent - literally. This is when the realization came. He pulled the big dildo out of his ass feeling empty. He heard the sound of his master still stroking his cock on the webcam. And then the shame set in as he looked at his balance history… all of the money he had spent. And that giant $0.00 on both his accounts. His stomach sank and the anxiety set in.

As he watched the fag pathetically freak out about having nothing, his cock just got harder. “Please sir, can I have just a little bit back. I barely have any food in my refrigerator or pantry. And god my rent, I’m not going to be able to pay it. And it’s nearly the end of the month!” Fuck yes - the cashmaster loved this. God, the fag will be evicted from that pathetic apartment. The 200 square feet shoe box, bare with furniture. The fag didn’t even have a bed frame. His master had actually gotten a lot of pleasure forcing him to sell it for $50 and sending him the money.

The realization that the fag didn’t even have enough money to survive anymore shot sadistic pleasure through the master’s body. He had to stop pumping his cock quite so hard so that he didn’t cum. He wasn’t ready - not yet.

He did not respond to the fag’s pathetic begging. Although he did love hearing it. He just continued to stroke his big cock and stare emotionless into the camera. The fag just whimpered in response. He knew the money was gone. His master was a merciless god with no sympathy for him, he knew that.

Unfortunately for the fag, the master wasn’t done yet. Sure, the cash master had ruined him financially, but it wasn’t enough. Even starting from nothing, the fag could theoretically pick himself back up and make some money. That didn’t sit well with him. He needed full destruction. It’s what his cock yearned for. He knew how good it would feel.

Over the years, the cashmaster had extracted a lot of blackmail content from the fag. He had A LOT of it. The fag screaming “I’M A FAG I’M A FAG I’M A FAG” naked a pink cock cage. The fag bouncing up and down on a dildo. The fag with a little pig noise oinking naked. Wearing dresses, female underwear. The cashmaster had kept it in a folder in cloud storage. He had also made the fag send all his contacts in his phone to him. If the fag did not regularly pay him, he was going to send this out. The fag had kept up his end of the bargain and had been very loyal to him.

But the cashmaster was a god - above a petty deal. Plus, he wanted to destroy the fag for his own pleasure. So who really cared if he didn’t follow his part of the deal? He already had it loaded up - a collection of the videos and pictures that he was about to mass send to his contacts. Well, all but three - he had separated out three of the contacts to send. He wanted to feel the button clicks as he sent those - he knew that would provide a satisfying jolt to his cock. The three contacts were: the fag’s father, the fag’s employer, and the fag’s ex. The fag’s ex was someone the fag actually loved years ago, but he left him after he found out about the findom he was a part of. This would show him that nothing’s changed. The rest were self explanatory.

With four button clicks, he had sent out the entirety of the blackmail content, virtually tearing their agreement they had in half. And yes, he was right to separate out those three. They each were so satisfying. He waited stroking his dick as the fag was still mumbling about not being able to afford something or other. And then the fag started getting texts. His phone started going off enough to distract him from the doom in his bank account. He picked up the phone and the cash master sucked in a bit, bracing for the effect it would have on him.

“OH GOD!” Screamed the fag.  The cashmaster showed no reaction in his face, but his cock throbbed in response to the fag’s agony. “WHAT DID YOU DO!?!” Fuck, the cashmaster wanted to laugh right there but just stroked his cock instead. What a dumb faggot! “Did you really send this to everyone?” Again, no response, just the cold stare and jacking off. The fag took this as a yes. “Oh god - how could you!?” How could he? Did he not understand that the cashmaster was a sick sadist who got off on his suffering yet? “FUCK! I’m going to lose my job. I really have nothing. I have nothing! I can’t show my face to any of these people anymore.” And then he saw the tears come. Fuck this was better than any porn.

And yet - the cruel, sadistic, straight man was not done yet. No, this was full destruction. He didn’t stop until the job was done. While the fag freaked out and cried on cam, the master opened up a group chat. There were 70 fags in this chat. He attached all the video files and pictures. He had prepared a message before he started the call - ‘Hey fags, got another exposure freak, just begging to be exposed. Here’s all the details. Spread these around the usual places. Do a good job and I’ll send you a foot pic. Oh and one of you send me a link when you post something.’ He had included the fag’s full name, address, employer, and birthdate.

He used this chat to expose fags - posting on a myriad of websites. It was virtually impossible to scrub it all. He wanted at least one of the results to come up when you googled the fag’s name. Just a minute after posting the message his dutifully work fags had sent him messages of Twitter, Reddit, Tumblr, and BDSMLR posts fully exposing the fag with the humiliating images and videos. When he received a link, he posted a link in the Skype chat.

“Oh god what’s this?” said the fag. The final stage of your destruction, thought the master. When the fag opened the link and saw what it was, his mouth dropped open. He got a totally dumb look on his face, taking in the totality of the destruction of his life. “NOOOOOOO!!!” Screamed the fag, hysterically. Oh fuck that was it. The master was gonna bust. “FUCK! NO!!! PLEASE!!” This was the beautiful background noise as the master’s cock exploded. He felt the pleasure run from the tip of his toes all the way up his body. It felt like everything was right in the world when he destroyed these worthless cocksuckers.

The fag just watched in horror as he saw his own pathetic self acting like a fag with his full details on the screen, while also seeing his cruel master erupt in an orgasm he could only dream of.

God, he wished he could cum right on the fag’s face, mixing his semen with the fag’s tears. Although, maybe the fag would enjoy that, which made it less enticing, but probably worth it for the master from the pure domination factor.

As soon as his orgasm subsided, he wordlessly ended the call. And then blocked the fag on Skype, He blocked him across all apps. He was of no use to him anymore.

Another fag life ruined. Another earth shattering orgasm. Another huge chunk of cash deposited in his bank account. He loved his life.  He brought his cursor over the screen recording to press stop recording. This was definitely a good one - had to save it. He gave the file a name ‘Ruination ‘ and then stopped to open a folder. The folder was called ‘Fag Lives Ruined’. He looked in there to see how many were in there. Oh! This marked 50. He name the file ‘Ruination 50.mp4’. And saved it. He would surely revisit that one on a rainy day.

Almost immediately on cumming he received a message from a new fag. “Holy shit you’re so hot, you free for a drain session?” It wasn’t even his fault, these fags begged for their own destruction. “Send $100 now to get started fag,” he responded. “YES SIR!” Said the desperate fag. Sure enough, a couple minutes later he got $100 on cash app. “Good faggot,” he responded. “Give me a few minutes.”

The cash master got up, going to the bathroom to clean up a bit and put on some underwear. Then he walked across his $3 million condo in NYC. He got himself a beer from the kitchen as he took a moment to admire his pristine, expensive condo. Reflective of the type of life he lived. Then he sat back down at his desk.

The cash master picked up his phone to open Instagram. He opened it to a profile of a girl he was into at the moment. “Hey, got a first class ticket to Hawaii with your name on it. Leaving this weekend. Want to fuck you on the beach. You in?”

“Oh fuck yeah!” She replied. Then she replied with some nudes showing off her 10/10 body. “Can’t fucking wait… I’m already getting wet thinking about it.” That was going to be a lot of fun.

He put down his phone and got back to down to business. He opened Skype and called the fag. The cashmaster was already hard and showing off his bulge in his briefs. When the fag answered, he just said “HOLY SHIT!” at the sight. “Go ahead and send me another $50 if you want to keep going fag,” said the cash master. “YES SIR!” Said the fag, practically salivating at what he was seeing on his screen.

“Also, hey have you ever heard of a blackmail contract?” asked the cashmaster.

I plan to write more Life Ruination stories.