Daddy’s ATM

It is amazing to see how far McKenzie has fallen. When he first came to me he just wanted to be a sub, but deep down he knew he wasn’t good enough for that. His little clit wouldn’t excite me the way my other boys do. But he needed to be mine, he couldn’t think of anything else. He did quickly find out that if he couldn’t make me hard with his body he sure can with his wallet. And from the moment he first hit send he could not get enough. Once he started he couldn’t stop, he was addicted to handing over his money. He knew it was really mine anyway, I was the real man, I was his God and his only job was to worship me in anyway he could. Every chance he got he would send more and more, begging for my attention, for me to play with him, to tell him how much more I wanted to fuck my other boys more that his faggot ass. He would even buy dinner for the twinks I brought over proving that he knew he was at the bottom and even my bitches deserved more. His little clit would get so hard sending me a $50 clit tax. I truly have shaped him to be the perfect fag atm and he loves it.