The Devil is in the Details

Meet Josh. Josh is a half-rate small business owner. He's lazy, but seems to do barely enough to get by. He's married with two kids. Their existence is...there..we'll say. 

COVID 19, everyone's lovely world event, has hit Josh's store also. His savings was used for life expenses and is now depleted. His business was on the verge of bankruptcy. As Josh was sitting in his living room with Clara, his spouse...he received a strange phone call. 

"Mr. Taylor., My name is Devin Beelleze. I have an opportunity for you that could change your entire world and help you recover and expand your financial reach." 

"I'm sorry, who is this?" Josh skeptically replied.

"I work for a venture capitalist firm called Morning Star Assets and Management. We have been impressed with your brand and business model. We know you were successful to a degree and you have potential to take it further. We'd like to meet with you to discuss a contract." 

"How is 9am on Monday?" inquired Mr. Bellze.

"9am will work fine. See you then." and Josh ended the call.

"CLARA!! I JUST GOT A BIG OPPORTUNITY! I THINK OUR FINANCIAL ISSUES ARE OVER!!"

"Oh Josh, that's wonderful!" She exclaimed

Josh was a moderate-bodied man. Not fat, not thin, just...average. He had a little chub but normal. He has black hair, blue eyes, a goatee, and wears a looped earring. He woke up at 7am on Monday, and started to dress. He found his best suit and put it on. "Fits like a glove." he thought.

As he departed, his wife and kids hugged him, and he drove off to his meeting; 20 minutes later he arrived and parked on the avenue spending what little money he had on $5 parking for 2 hours. "Ugh those parking meters bleed a man." He thought. Josh stopped a moment...his chubby had twitched a bit, but, attributed it to the fabric rubbing on his nub. He adjusted and continued into the building.

"I have an appointment with a Mr. Beelleze." I informed the friendly front desk secretary.

"Yes sir, please go to the left elevator and go to floor 66, then office number 6B. The office secretary will check you in. Please retain your security badge and do not go into unauthorized areas. Your parking will be reimbursed for the remainder of your stay. We take care of our guests issues with the city parking enforcement so we can keep our meetings more open ended. Please ask any security guard for help if you get lost or lose your badge. And again, welcome."

I thanked her for her help and continued on to the elevator in question. 

I ventured to floor 66 and 6B for the office. The admin assistant sat at the front door of the office. "I have a meeting with..." "Yes yes Mr.......Taylor yes, there you are. You're checked in. Please, have a seat. While I sat waiting, An episode of the old crime drama Silk Stalkings was on TV. I saw Rob Estes posing as a habitual gambler with his partner being the Blackjack Dealer. As the scene progressed, Rob Estes' character was steadily losing to this casino til he was zeroed out. "Please, I need more. Any chance I can get a loan?" He asked the casino proprietor. "Mr. Clark (alias) now has a 50,000 credit line." Josh had to adjust himself again, but this time it was more intense. He tried to calm down attributing it to lack of sex due to the stress of his life. "Must be my dick's way of saying "Play with me for God's sake." Over the course of the episode. Mr. Clark again went 50k into the hole and was now in heavy debt. However, this was a mob casino. Josh's dick went for round two throbbing now. 

"Excuse me, I'll be right back, I need to use the facilities." he told the AA. "Down the hall to the right." he annoying rattled out.

Josh deposited himself into one of the very nice private stalls. He did the routine, pulled down, pulled out, then, tried to figure out what was turning him on. He started drifting in thought to the Silk Stalkings episode again...recounting the scene...and as he indulged the episode's scenes involving the gambling and losing. Josh had had some good sex, but nothing felt like what his cock was doing now...harder and more intensely aroused than he's ever felt. He took his meat and busted his nut all over the stall in just minutes of jerking. Just two minutes. Josh collected himself, cleaned up his mess and returned to the waiting room.

"Mr. Belleze will see you now." The AA announced.

"Mr. Taylor, its so nice to meet you." As you guessed, I'm Mr. Belleze. And don't mind the desk jockey, he's just bitter cause he's missing a concert so he can be at work. Apparently he had a "emergency expense" of some sort, so he asked for extra duties to make up the difference. Well that kid loves to spend and hates to pay...so, there you go." 

"Mr. Belleze, what is this opportunity you called me about." Josh inquired.

"Mr. Taylor, this is a proposal for a full on investment at 20% of what I estimate to be yoru business' net worth. So we are prepared to buy a 20% stake in your business and provide capital to build your business out. Further, we will directly consult and strategize with you to maximize your potential. While you are working towards profitability, we will provide your family a monthly stipend of a middle class wage to subsist on. Profits don't come over night do they?" Josh looked back at him, somewhat perplexed by his manner, but, said "I suppose not, sir." 

"What does this cost me?" Josh cautiously asked. 

"This contract entitles us to your branding and cut of your profits once your take home pay reaches $5000/month. Then we take 20% of net profit." Josh pondered this and was intrigued. 

"May I review the contract?" He asked. 

"OF COURSE my boy, please do." And handed the paperwork to him.

Josh reviewed the paperwork and really saw no downside. He was watching his watch and realized he was going to be late picking up his kids at Kindergarden. 

"Tell you what Mr. Belleze, you have a deal." Josh Exclaimed. 

"Did you read all your contract and you understand everything?" Mr. Belleze asked.

"Yeah most of it, I don't have time to read the last section, but if you've seen one contract you've seen them all." He spoke quickly, collecting his things together in preparation to leave.

"I need your signature here, here, and here, then intials here, here, and on this contract rider here. And you're sure don't want to review the rider?" Mr. Belleze asked again?

"No I trust it's in order. I researched your firm and you're regarded as one of the finest venture capital firms in the world. So, I trust that you're doing it right by me as well as you. Business has no room for inefficencies like greed." And Josh departed. 

Mr. Belleze called in his admin assistant and his Vice President of Contracts. "You both know what to do. We always keep our deals." Mr. Belleze plainly stated. The two nodded at their boss and departed the office also. 

One year later, John's success had just exploded. His franchise store which specialized in gaming equipment. He even picked up professional gaming sponsors, and his renound spread across the country and into the world. Income was flying into Josh's coffers and his life was on cloud nine. His house was paid off, his kids college funds set aside, his wife's health concerns are now under control due to 5-star golden health insurance. Life was so good right now for everyone. 

Josh finally took a solo vacation for himself. He explained to his wife that he needed time to recharge his batteries and wanted to go out alone to wander and explore. Josh spent a small wad on visiting cities across the country just enjoying the local cultures and his success. 

One night, as Josh was browsing various blogs and public forums. He came across a news story that talked about Financial Domination. It wasn't adult content, but someone's reporting of weird and odd fetishes such as "weight gain and feederism" or "BDSM" and so on. About seventh on the list was the section about Financial Domination or "Findom" for short. As Josh read through the information which was very vanilla and plain really, but once he had started reading about someone maxing out a credit card just because their master demanded it, made Josh's cock go harder than he ever had before. He jerked off at once, and sprayed all over his laptop and his face. After cleaning up, Josh went back to his laptop and with confirmation about what he was so hard and horny about...began digging into the forbidden world of financial domination. The seed had been planted by a simple easy story about fetishes, and just that little interaction was enough to draw him into this taboo, risky, reckless world of intense arousal. 

Josh browsed various blogs and Twitter and Tumblr. Some point later, he came across a twitter profile with a rather well defined man. He had tattoos on  his arm and shoulder. His hair was short and sharp looking, his eyes sparkled like sapphires, and his body was pristine. Then he saw his description. 

"Hot #Cashmaster #Findom #YourGod. Pay tribute to message or blocked. Love suits on men. Your success is my gain. Give your money to me and look stupid and pathetic when you can't pay your bills."

Josh could not think straight. His arousal just shot up to 9, and he was beyond horny. He whipped out his dick and tried to jerk off, but could not get there. "It must be tired from this afternoon" He reasoned.

Josh liked one of the dom's posts...then, got a notification.

Josh's heart just shot up into his neck and was so nervous he was legit-shaking. He calmed down, opened the notification and saw the profile's owner had liked one of his posts about suits and their attractiveness. Now, Josh was straight, he married a woman, loved her very much. And really hadn't considered men cause, there was no desire for it. This man, however...he was drawn to him some how. He couldn't explain it. It was like being high, but no weed. (as me the author takes a hit off his weed). 

Josh checked the profile over carefully. He as the Cashapp tag and decided to just give it a try. See what happens, ya know? Well, his dick was hard again despite the jerk off he had earlier today. 

Josh entered the cashtag, and sent $5 has the profile ordered for "tribute" and the honor and privilege to speak to his superior. The only word Josh started with was "Sent".

He watched the read notification like a hawk. He about jumped out of his nervous skin when he saw the check mark turn blue. 

"Good boy. without even asking too. What a good pig you are."

Josh blushed and went all twitterpated (Bambi reference and pun). 

He replied back "Just following your rules, sir."

The Dom, whose handle is @homedrainer666 replied back "How'd it feel sending me money without even being asked."

"Sir it made me feel good." Josh typed out, still shaking from the sheer arousal he felt.

"Maybe you need me to make you feel better huh?" Does pig need some spoiling?

"Sir, I do need your spoiling. Your form is too perfect and your words so seductive. I've never been so aroused in my life."

Homedrainer666 was quite...amused. He's had subs, but, seldom any that have just fallen right into the trap so easily. Like someone falling into a hole trap because they were drunk and stumbled in. That was Josh. 

"Yes sir, make me feel pleasure." He was half moaning on his side of the screen.

"Gimme your cashapp now pig."

Josh, feeling pressured to comply as fast as possible handed over his cashapp tag. 

"Now pig" The dom said, "Grab that dick. You're a subby useless piece of shit, aren't you? So pathetic that you'd fall into such an easy trap. God you're worthless huh boi?"

Josh had not anticipated this turn of events. His heart was beating so fast he actually started minorly hyperventilating. 

"Pig, there's only three things I want to hear from you. Sent, yes sir, thank you sir. Understood you subby simpleton?"

Josh's dick had it been the Richter scale, would have been a 12/10. Josh was beside himself with such intense arousal he couldn't hardly thing.

Josh's phone just went "Cha'ching". Oddly enough he had set that up to be his default notification because he was making so much money and wanted to express that in his message tone. 

Josh looked at his phone and saw a cashapp payment request. $30

"Pig, you hit send now. Don't think, Do. Obey daddy. You don't think, you perform for my amusement."

When he hit "send", he felt a jolt of intense energy course through is body like his brain had struck his body with lightning. Josh's mind was so out of sorts that he literally had glossy eyes and was drooling a little.

"Pig liked hitting send didn't it?"

"Yes sir ughdhghdhg...." he replied because literally he could not put his expressions into coherent words and just moaned a bit and tried to think straight (heh heh, I think I'm a funny author). 

Lucy, the dom's real name, "Pig wants to cum huh?" He asked. 

"GOD YES SIR, I NEED TO NUT SOOOO BADLY."

This was all Lucy needed. 

"I'm going to fuck your wallet pig. I'm going to drain you of all that cash you worked so hard for. It's not worthy to be yours cause you're such a pathetic excuse for a human being. I mean, you're literally throwing away money to a profile you just met."

*CHACHING* again.

Josh looked down and saw another Cashapp request. This time, $50.

"Click send pig. Don't think." Lucy commanded.

"Sent" Josh said, remembering the rules.

"And pig, that'll be $100 fine for saying what you weren't supposed to."

"Sent" Josh replied.

"hahah what a bitch you are. Would you like another?"

"Yes sir." Josh obediently replied. 

*CHA'CHING* again

Cashapp showed a $100 request.

Josh, trying to calm his brain really his mind.  To resist the intense desire to hit send was overwhelmingly painful. Like, legit-painful. It made him hurt. Not being able to resist the pain of trying to restrain himself, Josh hit send yet again. For over 2 hours, Lucy invaded Josh's mind and extracted $1040 in a 2 hour interaction. 

Then it happened....

*CHA'CHING*

Josh looked down. $250 being demanded from his new lord and master.

Josh, still extremely suggestible and submissive...grabbed his dick and asked Lucy, But remembering the rules,  he sent a payment with the comment "Permission to speak other words sir?" The payment was $75.

"Yes pig, you may use other words for asking correctly." Lucy indulged.

"Sir, may I have permission to cum when I hit send. I feel if I do, I may cum anyway. This useless depraved cash whore needs to cum. Will sir let his useless cash slave eject his wad for master's pleasure and amusement at my expense?" 

Never in his life had Josh desired something so badly, and unbeknownest to Lucy, Josh would have paid ALOT to cum. We're talking 4-digits grade desire.

"Pig has asked for his favor properly. Your favor will cost you double that request I just sent."

Josh sent another $75 and asked if he could use other words again.

"Yes pig, speak."

"May this pig cancel his lorship's cashpay request and have Sir resend it with a bigger amount?"

Lucy was impressed. This cash hole has been drained for $1190 now, 

*CHA'CHING* again. 

Josh's cock was so hard and so close that a simple touch would have broken the damn so bad he'd feel like he was being milked by a milker til his balls were deflated into raisins.

Josh looked down, $500

Josh unlocked his phone and the moment he hit send, he gushed a load so big that his phone was soaked, his keyboard was mired in his pig spunk, and he had hit the floor right next to the bathroom 10 feet away. Then he fell back and basked in the glow if his god-like orgasm. 

*Click*

His message notification went off. 

"Pig, what do you say?" And answer quickly or you'll get fucked again.

"Sir, thank you sir, thank you." He groveled.

Josh finished his vacation. But over the time he had remaining, he was glued to his motel room. For 3 day, Lucy drained his balls and drained his wallet of almost $3500 in cash, and $1500 in rembursements. Josh had fallen so fast he was in a constant state of arousal. He was still foggy headed and found it extremely difficult to focus on anything for very long. 

*Cha'Ching*

Josh had just walked into the door of his house and was being greeted by  his family. His wife asked what he sold or made money on. 

"Oh nothing dear, just a person sending me coffee reimbursements for this morning." He lied. 

"I'm tired from my trip. I'm going to go lie down."

He hugged his wife and children, and, in a pit of guilt and regret, really was going to bed to beg to serve Lucy again.

Over the course of the next 5 years, Lucy and Josh maintained their relationship. Many times Josh had met Lucy in person, paying his first class air fare and presidential suite at the Plaza Hotel. Josh was repeatedly drained of his wallet as well as what little control he had left after years of constant arousal and domination. 

After 5 years, Josh had disbursed more than 50,000 in tributes to Lucy, making him top of the leaderboards. This publicity for Lucy drove his income through the roof as cash slave after ATM after subby bitch boys with too much money to play with, fed Lucy's account. Lucy was so grateful to Josh for the huge success of his venture that Josh asked Lucy if he wanted a house of his own. Lucy, of course flattered by such a generous drain, agreed. It's the least Lucy could do for such a subby ass pathetic drainee. 

Josh's finances took a turn for the worst. His lack of involvement in his company resulted in attempts by other firms to take him over. As Josh tried to scramble to avoid such a catastrophic event, he was able to hold the line and restore stability to his stock price. However, his 3-month "staycations" as he called it to his wife he could "work on projects without distraction." was really just 3 months of financial enslavement. After Josh had drained his savings and backup savings, Lucy began his new angle. Debt Contracts.

"Pig, you want to do a contract with me? I think you do. No, you definitely do. Your dick is leaking at the thought. I can see it. So pathetic." Lucy taunted.

"Pig will go into debt based on how many retweets, likes, and comments you get on a twitter post. I think because your pockets are so deep, we'll do 20/20/20 for 24 hours. How deep does pig want to go? How far into the hole will my subby wallet pussy be indebted to me for?"

Josh's dick just oozed, helpless in the cock cage that Josh was told to buy for himself.

"I think sir deserves at least an hour. And sir, unlimited everything. I want you to extract what's due from this pitiful excuse of a company executive."

"Pig, so be it. Whatever the amount is, you will pay." 

"Yes sir" the wallet replied.

Josh and Lucy watched the feed together. *Buzz, buzz, buzz* non stop for an hour. Retweet and comments and likes. The large amount was so addictive to roll up. Over 300 interactions, comments, and retweets drove Josh's retweet contract to 6,300. The terms of the contract were agreed to by Josh without even bothering to read them. 

Josh's debt was $6300. It had a weekly interest rate of 30%, a late fee of 5% of the total amount owed, and a management surcharge of $100/month. 

Lucy was good at really pounding the money out of his charges. Josh's simple brain had trouble keeping track of even the simplest organization needs. Josh was so horny and involved in his dick, that his contract wasn't kept up. 

"PIG, YOU FORGOT YOUR PAYMENT, DIDN'T YOU!" 

"Sir I am so extremely sorry. I will pay you at once." 

"The total due now is 8,400, cause you missed your payment and your 30% interest rate, and your management fee."

Josh reached for his phone, and tried to pay Lucy. 

*Declined* Josh saw.

Bordering on tears, Josh explained that his account is empty.

"Are those tears of joy, pig?" Lucy goaded.

"Sir they are, because I have drained my bank account for your exclusive glory. Sir, to make up for this travesty, I will apply for an Amex for you, something with a nice big limit. So sir can have what he needs."

Josh proceeded to open account after account. His company now under attack by another firm...Josh was too addled and useless at this point to prevent it. His rival bought him out. Josh had no capital of his own because he had been drained of it over the last three years. 

Josh would have been financially ok, but his lust for his master's approval and attention dominated his every thought. Josh's wife, concerned about the declining credit rating started to grow concerned and confronted Josh about the staggering amount of unsecured debt. As she browsed through the transactions, she was infuriated more and more by the reckless spending that not only depleted their rather generous savings, but had also racked up $200k in debt over the last 2 years. 

"Josh," his wife pleaded "this can't continue. You need to stop. We've got a cashout from the stock sold during the take over. We'll get this paid off and start new in a new town. Get you away from all this city life." 

Josh, broken and truly guilty about how reckless he was, agreed. He called Lucy, and, with extreme effort and what little self-respect he had left after so many years of domination, was able to weakly say "Sir, I'm giving this up for my family, good bye." then blocked the profile on Twitter so he could not be tempted by the man with the siren's voice.

His wife and family packed their home. They sold it and moved away from the city. 

Lucy, having had this before, had a trick up his sleeve. In a puff of dark smoke, Mr. Belleze appeared in Lucy's place. His admin assistant and Vice President of Contracts entered again. "Good work you two....the seeds are now firmly planted. He'll be ours very soon, and have nothing to show for it...because I always get what's mine." And with a devious and seductive grin, as only Lucifer, Beelezbub, or The Prince of the Air could do. And went along his way back to his office. 

What will happen next. Josh still has four years of his venture capital contract left. And Josh still doesn't know what's in store for him. After all...you should always read the entire contract...before signing.