Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2011 20:45:26 +0000 (GMT) From: Jamie Knight Subject: Cashmaster Jed Part 3 This work is copyright and remains the intellectual property of the author. Any reproduction, either in part or in whole, without the express, written permission of the author is strictly forbidden. Still laughing to myself, I strode back into the foyer to find my suit pig waiting by the leather sofas, looking lost and worried, holding my plastic rucksack in 1 hand, the keycard for the room he had booked in the other. Relief flooded his face when he saw me, the fuckin' douchbag, and he waddled over as I stopped to strap my new watch to my wrist. It was heavy, expensive and of course looked fuckin' awesome on me. Probably worth at last another £350. I smiled as I casually threw my shitty old watch into a nearby bin. The suit noticed and gaped as I adjusted the strap. Almost a perfect fit. Another symbol of my superiority over faggots like this one. Fuck I loved doing this. I smiled at him. "You aren't the only fucking cunt I'm gonna be using this weekend faggot," I adjusted my glove over the watch. "Let's see just how many of my orders you've followed." I said as I strolled over to the lifts, my slave following behind with my bag. The pig caught up and pressed the call button, then stood waiting to one side. As the doors glided open he gestured for me to enter. I sauntered in and stood behind the fat whale and as he turned to face me I smacked him round the side of the head. Fuck! I loved smackin' fags about. "I don't wanna look at your fuckin' ugly mug you piece of shit!" "No Sir. Sorry Sir," the pig mumbled. The rest of the journey was spent with me stood behind him, quietly calling the prick every insulting thing I could think of, in an endless murmured litany, while the disgusting fat fucker stood there and just took it. It was fucking hilarious. "You stupid fukkin' pile of fuckin' shit." I muttered, smiling to myself as the fucktard stood there. "You're nothing but a worthless streak of queer piss, pretending to be a fuckin' man. You're a fuckin' joke. You're lower than shit. You're the fuckin' shit of shit ya fuckin' poof. You make people fuckin' puke. You're fat an' fuckin' ugly. A fuckin' sad dirty old queer getting' off hangin' round with a fuckin' hot stud like me. Fuckin' loser. It's fuckin unnatural, ya fuckin freak! You aught to be fuckin' ashamed." The pig stood still with it's head bowed, in front of me as I whispered and muttered all the things it really knew already in it's heart of hearts. I finished off by leaning forward, my lips almost caressing it's neck as the lift rose higher. The pig could feel my breath there, warm and lingering. My nearness. Maybe it even entertained the faint hope that I would gently kiss the back of it's neck, succumbing to some faint gay urge it thought that I might secretly harbour and fight against, finally submitting to the fat, suited excuse for a man in front of me. What a fucking joke! "I fuckin' own you gay boy." I snarled. "Yes sir." It's voice quivered slightly. What a fucking spineless cunt. The doors glided open on the top floor, revealing a small foyer and two doors, discreetly labelled `The Wellington Suite' and `The Nelson Suite'. Fuck! This prick was paying through the fucking nose. I'd done my homework in researching this place when I was compiling the list of orders for this weekend, and this place didn't come cheap. I'd left the choice up to the cunt. "Open up, wallet." I said, the greed gleaming in my eyes once again. Sweating again, the suit fumbled with the card key, then moved towards the Wellington. My grin broadened. He had selected the more expensive rooms. Good. The door clicked open and the suit stood to one side as I crossed the threshold. Fuck this was quality! The suite had a large sitting room with couches and tv, desk and chair, table with flowers and 3 steps leading through a wide arch to the bedroom, with a large 4 poster bed. Fucking hilarious. "I hope you approve Sir," said a voice behind me as the door clicked shut. I swung round and raised my hand, as the slut dropped to it's knees with a whimper. "Did I fucking tell you to speak, queer?" I growled, towering over the grovelling sweating slob in front of me. "N...nÉno Sir." It whispered into the carpet, not daring to raise it's head. It was learning. "So shut THE FUCK UP then, you fuckin' queer piece of SHIT!" I enjoyed raising my voice to the sluts. Kept them on their toes. The suit moved forward and tentatively began licking my trainers, apologising as it did so. I let it carry on for a minute or so, caressing the big wad of twenties and the gold chain in my pocket before roughly kicking it aside as I made my way to the bedroom area. I could hear it crawling after me on all fours. "Wait!" I ordered, and turned to see it kneeling at the bottom of the steps. I crossed the room to the bed, and wasn't disappointed with what I saw waiting for me. The Langlitz black leather biker jacket was exactly the one I had sent the link for in my last email of orders to the cunt. The `Columbia' was soft buttery leather and a bright red lining, it was THE biker jacket. Having used a biker slave a few months ago, I quickly learned about quality leather gear. I told you I like leather. Reverently, I lifted it off the bed. It was fucking heavy. My cock immediately sprung to life again. Putting my right arm through, I swung it round and slipped it on. It felt fucking good: heavy, hard and best of all, really fuckin' expensive. I heard a quiet moan from my kneeling suit. I had to admit I looked fuckin' amazing as I caught a glimpse of myself in the tall mirror on the wardrobe doors. A young cocky dom relishing his newest acquisitions from the cashfaggots who were born to serve. But the best was yet to come. Quality leather jacket, black leather gloves. Yeah. I was the fuckin' BOSS. There was a familiar weight in the inside pocket. Smiling cockily to myself in the mirror I glanced over to the kneeling suitcunt as I stroked the bulge with my black leather gloved hands. The leather creaked as I relished the feel of the weight and reached slowly inside, caressing the red lining and slipping my hand into the inside pocket and slowly eased out another black leather wallet. The cunt was watching me and breathing heavily, admiration plain in its eyes as my gloved caressed the plump folded leather. Fuck yes. I never got fucking tired of this. I strode over to the top step, towering over the grovelling pig below me. Grinning to myself, I glanced at the door leading off from the bedroom. Perfect. "Follow me queer'" I said and strode over to the bathroom. It was a good size; black marble floor and walls, walk in shower wet-room, bath towels, fancy fuckin sinks, big mirrors, the works. I strode over to the bath as the slave shuffled in on all fours. Good. It was learning. "Get in pig." I ordered, indicating the bath with a nod. The suit paused for a moment, then clumsily climbed into the pristine white bowl. It took a minute coz it was such a fat, unfit slob. I looked on, the contempt clear on my face as it struggled over the side, not wanting to incur my anger further by getting up on it's feet. When it was finally ready, it knelt in front of me, head bowed. Smiling, I reached into my trackies and hooked out my throbbing 9 inches of boy meat. "Open yer mouth pig," I snarled. The cunt knelt higher as it obeyed without hesitation, nearly choking as I thrust my cock inside. "Don't spill a fuckin' drop fukka." I said, releasing a jet of steaming piss into the unsuspecting suit before me. It's eyes widened in surprise, then worry as it frantically started gulping the golden stream, before I gripped my tool in my leather gloved hand, pulled it out of the cunt's mouth and started spraying it's face and suit. The suit knelt there, it's mouth still a perfect `O' of surprise as I moved my cock to and fro, dousing it's face and fancy suit in a constant stream of golden boy piss. It was fukkin' hysterical, and I laughed long and loud, my piss splashing it's face as it closed it's eyes with a look of rapture. What a fucking sick, disgusting douche bag cunt! Piss soaked into it's jacket, dribbling down it's chin before being soaked up by the collar and fat, red silk tie. I made sure I doused it's jacket and lap before returning to it's face again. The sick fucker kept it's mouth open, frantically trying to swallow it's golden shower from it's God. Fuck I knew it was mine now. It was fucking drinking my fuckin' waste! Finally the stream ceased and I stepped forward and shook the last few precious drops into it's still gaping mouth. "Clean it." Without hesitation the slut leant forward and enveloped my cock with it's moist, eager lips, rhythmically caressing my stiffening tool with them as I started to thrust and rape it's mouth before opening my latest wallet. The pig had delivered again. "Work harder CUNT!" 25 crisp twenties and this time, four brand new credit cards, each bearing a 4 digit number on the front, written in sharpie pen. Indelible. Mine to abuse as I saw fit. Fuckin' result! I smiled and looked down at the bald head eagerly working on my rapidly hardening nob. Cash always does that to me. Still face raping the cunt I reached into my trackies and took out my wad of twenties, stuffing them into the wallet with the cards, ready for my BIG shopping trip tomorrow. The rich smooth leather barely closed as I put it back in my pocket ,admiring the fat bulge it made as I adjusted my leather jacket, enjoying the creak of the leather. Leathers, a fuckin wad of cash, phat gold chain, mint watch and a fuckin' walking wallet cunt working on my tool. YEAH! I fuckin wanted more and I knew I could fucking get it! FUCK! The thought of that got me pumping my cashpig's eager mouth even harder and faster, the faggot slurping and sucking my fat member, eagerly worshipping it's young Boss. My perfect ass tightened in my trackies, as I prepared to shoot my boyload into my willing slave cunt, it's eyes pleading and it's mouth begging for my ultimate gift, that would finally define it and give it a fuckin reason to live, Fuck yeah! I was a fucking GOD! I OWNED this bitch and it's fuckin cash! With a growl I caressed the fat leather wallet in one hand as I grabbed the back of the slobbering faggot' head, forcing it down even further on my rock hard cock. I held it there as it struggled, savouring the moment, before that sweet release of shooting my bolt into that fag gob. It sucked and swallowed quickly, eager for more, and I didn't fuckin disappoint, as I shot again and again. Finally spent I smacked the piss soaked excuse for a man aside and tucked my cock back into my trackies. "You fuckin' worthless streak of piss." I laughed at the now shivering wallet slave cowering in the bath. A couple of yellow drops hung at the corners of its mouth. Gently reaching out, I leant forward and caught them on the finger of my glove, holding the glove under it's nose. It's eyes strained to see the end of my finger as I used it to stroke it's lips, gently prising them open and inserting the piss stained finger. "Suck it." I whispered. The suit eagerly obeyed. Comments & congratulations to: badboyjed@yahoo.co.uk Paypal tributes & Amazon gift certificates to: boimaster3@hotmail.co.uk