Perverted Faggot Next Door, Mr. Robinson

Original blog over a year ago was… done very sloppy. This is one of the final blogs I am revising. This one is much longer and highly detailed.

Let’s begin..

This was way before I was a findom, or had much knowledge of BDSM in general. I was legal (at least in Illinois) yet still technically a teen. I hadn’t yet moved out of my parents and this is probably my first taste in any type of role as a “dominant.” I had already thought of dark and perverted things for many years. I was always on the internet getting hard to all kinds of obscure random things. If any readers have wondered why my mind is so twisted and dark, it could be my german blood. That’s what I told myself for years at least anyway. Before I had an actual job, I started mowing lawns during the summer for just about all the neighbors in the neighborhood. I would wear Skate shoes even back then, always cleaning off my shoes by hand after mowing lawns. Being young and careless, I didn’t change my socks often. I guess nothing much has changed, now that I think about it. I was born in the chicagoland area and raised there my entire life. My hometown was called “Chicago Heights” and a lot of history goes back there. I had lived behind the house where Al Capones Mother lived…. literally. In Chicago Heights there are tunnels that run under the city that the famous gangster Al Capone used to escape law enforcement. If you dont know who Al Capone is… do some research. Chicago Heights is one of the towns he operated in, with his mother living right next door to the house where I lived.. where this blog takes place. Kinda cool huh?

2006-2007

There was this really nice man next door, Mr. Robinson (Changing the name for this story.) He was always so kind to me growing up, many times watching me because I always seemed to get into some type of trouble. My parents dreaded me being alone in the house, as I would invite over strange people and have random parties. Mr Robinson was liked and well respected by just about everyone on the block. He would always volunteer at the local church festival that was held every summer. During the warmer seasons he would sit in his lawn chair with his wife grilling, drinking and smoking cigarettes like a chimney. Mr. Robinson had his lawn mowed by me many times. Before I started mowing lawns, other cutters complained he didn’t pay that much, but it wasn’t the case with me. I noticed as my feet started getting bigger, he started tipping me with 50s instead of 20s, “Shhh its between us.” He would smile warmly, his drunken breathe hitting my nostrils each time. I never thought much of it, as he was close with my parents and I looked up to him. He would have me do extra things for cash that he could easily do himself. “I know you like to garden, I’ve watched you plant things with your mother for a long time. I’m sure you know how to plant bulbs and use mulch young man.” The tips for yard work went from 40 to 100. I remember feeling extra excited when mowing his lawn rather any for anyone else. I was greedy, and loved attention any man would give me as I was already comfortable with my orientation. He was very accepting as were my parents, going to pride every year and embarrassing the shit out of me with their “I Love My Gay Son” T-Shirt. I wanted to fucking die each time.

Mr.Robinson would always give me advice as he had gay/bi friends himself. As time went on he would get drunk as I did odd tasks about how he had messed around with some guys here and there in college. I felt warm inside that I could tell this man anything and that he payed me more then any guy he had ever paid. It’s almost like he was looking for EXCUSES to pay me for whatever reason. As time went on he would always ask how things were whenever I had a bf from school. He was a nice man that was always so generous with me on top of being someone to talk to. During days when I wasn’t hanging with him, he’d watch me skateboarding down the street whether I was alone with friends. Over time I noticed he would look out his window then come outside with a case of beer and sunglasses. It was overtime I had wondered if Mr Robinson was bisexual, and wondered if he had something for me. He would never seem to be the perverted type of man. In regular clothes he would always comment how nice my shoes were and would ask why youngin’s these days like expensive shoes. He always seemed intrigued when I was size 12 at a young age. He would make comments at how they looked nicer broken in after taking some beatings down the street. One night his wife was out of the house as he invited me over to play Smash Bros. on his Nintendo Gamecube. It seemed odd he bought one knowing how bad I wanted one that my mother couldn’t afford. I arrived still in my trashed sneakers as he appeared more drunk then ever. As we played games (he sucked miserably) he began to ask what type of guys I was into. I was 17 at this point so we talked about just everything.

He eventually told me he was in fact bisexual but had only told very few in his life, mainly the guys he got with. When I told him I liked older men he seemed to be thinking deeply. (“Fuck they smell amazing… his shoes are so tracked… I can smell him through his hightopppsss…”) He slurred his words. “Those socks must smell boy…” I noticed he was hard in his own shorts. “What would you say if I gave you $200 just to clean your shoes off after being outside all day…?” I was shocked but a light bulb went off in my head as I knew what a foot fetish was. My mother was once a dominatrix and had already explained tons of fetishes once I came out (was never a femdom but knew what it was before I did it.) I blurted out, “Do you have a thing for feet Mr.Robinson? Now that I think about it you were always really really nice to me once you knew… about you know what. You’ve always made comments about my shoes… and just made one about how my socks must smell.” He leaned over drinking his hill billy beer slurring his words like I had never seen an older adult. “would you say I’m crazy if I do Kristopher?” I started to feel turned on by the attention and new wave emotions that were coming over me. “No not at all, I’m into stuff myself. But I think I’ll take that 200 and do whatever you want bro.” (“I love when I hear those boys say bro… oh it makes me so weak like the guys I get cash fucked by guys on yahoo groups…”) He got on his knees opening his wallet and gave me 4 $50s. He crawled over holding the bills in his hand as I reached out. I was taking hold of cash from a submissive for the very first time IN MY LIFE.

I was hard in my basketball shorts and he sure enough saw it as he leaned towards my shoes muttering “fuck you’re huge for a… would you like a cigarette? It’ll be our secret.” He chuckled as I figured why not I’m old enough now. He put his face in both my shoes as I held them together. “How I’ve dreamed of this for so long…” He started using his long tongue licking the sides, then the bottoms. I could hear his teeth making *zipping* sounds as they glided across the bottom ridges. 20 Minutes went by as he kept offering me more cigarettes and would take sips of his beer. “Fuck…. I think $100 to clean each sock should be the right thing young man.” He opened his wallet again and handed me 2 $50s and 1 $100 Bill. I just sat there with no experience but was enjoying a wave of my first head trip now that I’m older looking back. He peeled off my shoes with his teeth, something I would soon see happen before my eyes on a regular basis for the rest of my life till now. He started sucking on my dark socks that used to be white. There were holes in them as I hardly even changed them. He sucked and sucked… burying his nose through the holes in my socks. After sometime he started making sounds like a horse and told me, “I want to buy you things and see you as my God… please.. take everything in my wallet….” I thought he had gone mad as he tossed me his wallet and asked me to take everything. As I playfully spit on him and tossed his wallet back he made the sound of a moose being shot and sprayed all over the cement in his garage. We made sure that this would be our little secret, and to keep the money hidden. This happened once or twice a month until I moved out on my own 3 months later. He gave me the gamecube, telling me he bought it for me anyway. He bought me a lot more then just that…

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Fast forward 6 years to 2013.

We hadn’t talked much only on occasion when I had come to visit. My mother was very open and told everybody my business. She would tell people my random business that was totally unnecessary, being on pain killers for her back and having no filter. She was like Debby From Queer as folk.. even had the damn buttons. One time my ex bf Danny was over for my 21st birthday party while he had a hemmeroid. I told her he was in pain quietly and needed medicine. She grabbed some prep H and talked loudly through the bathroom door, “Danny was my son rough with you sexually?” Everbody in the house went silent with their jaws open. Danny, this embarrassed 38 yr old man, responded it wasn’t from me. She bowed her head to listen as everyone could hear, “oh so are you a top?” I felt so humiliated. Anyway…..

One time during the fall (while visiting) me and Mr Robinson sat in my parents backyard as he told me he heard I was in the world of financial domination. Obviously, my mother had told him and everyone else. “Kristopher way before we met I have always been a cash sub. I’m also a major pervert, and as you got older I had fantasies about you draining my bank account. It’s such a fucked up and addictive fetish. I’ve tried to stop it, and each time I just keep making new user names and accounts. But I used to have fantasies about you robbing me in a cruel way…. I used to find masters in these small groups online. Things are sure different now with things like Skype.” It was very interesting to be matured and having a different perspective of things. “Yes its very different, It’s even changed now then when I even started.” We sat and chatted as he opened up to me and told me his wife was cheating on him, and that getting cash fucked was a way of lashing back. “To be honest Kristopher, one time I walked in on her but didn’t say anything.. I couldn’t see but I heard lots of moaning. It did turn me on… I’m so torn if I should just end it all. “I have this fetish now for watching another guy fuck her as I feel humiliated for it. I would love if that guy would be you Kristopher.” I didn’t really know what to say, but being a constant horn ball I totally was all in. I asked him, “How would this work and what do I do?

He told me to act like I was visiting but locked out of my parents late at night, as she was a thirsty woman and was after young guys. She used to tell him how she had to admit I was very handsome. Little did she know her husband thought the same thing. That night I lied to my parents and told them I was staying with one of my childhood friends for the night so they thought nothing of it. So at 2AM I had knocked on the Robinsons’ door. I told her I was locked out and that my parents were out at the bar Hydro in Chicago. Mr. Robinson made sure to tell her he would be out at the Casino for the night and not to wait up for him. She was dressed in a nightgown with a very obvious black bra. “Of course Kristopher you’re always welcome in our home. Would you like some water or a drink?” I looked around the house feeling awkward wondering if this woman would hit on me or not.. and knowing I had grown up seeing her differently over the years especially what he had just told me. I had a glass of merlot as she walked around putting dishes away. “You know Kristopher you’ve become a very handsome young man. You don’t have many girlfriends that often. There was that nice girl Kate whatever happened to her?” I responded with, “I don’t wanna get into it.” Eventually I told her and we had the debate over abortion. “That’s admirable of you to want the Child Kris, but a woman’s body is her choice. I’m sure you would have made a great father.” I could immediately tell she was checking me out, not trying to be obvious.

She asked me about what I did online as she puffed on her cigarette, her eyes never leaving my face. “Oh your mother, bless her soul, tells everyone’s business including her son’s. Oh not to insult her dear, she’s a sweet woman. Very friendly and intellectual I must say, your smart side must come from her.” We talked about what pain killers can do to a person’s mind and other world issues such as climate change. She resumed the role of the same sweet woman I knew growing up, genuinely interested how I was doing in life. “Well Kris, you seem to be very wise for your age.” She laughed drinking her Merlot, “Half the kids your age wouldn’t know most of what you are talking about… focused on their gadgets and these new smart phones. You’re very articulate how you speak, and you get your knowledge using common sense. Reading books seems to be fading with your generation it seems… sad.” She asked if I wanted to get stoned, she packed a bowl of weed, knowing I had already smoked myself. “When was the last time with a woman dear?” She asked me in a different tone opening her gown slightly.” Now I was SURE she wanted me. “Too long.” After we were having casual stoner talk we talked about more adult topics. She adjusted herself in her chair passing the bowl to me. “Larry doesn’t do it for me anymore. He has a small dick and doesn’t know how to fuck.” Little did she know, her husband was in the house listening to every word. She was obviously drunk and very stoned so late into the night.

I was starting to get hard myself for many reasons. Knowing it would humiliate Mr. Robinson turned me on itself, besides getting my dick wet in an older woman’s pussy. I decided to spill my wine “accidentally” on my shirt and took it off without asking. “My Kristopher you really HAVE become handsome… you have a gorgeous body.” I casually showed her my arms and my chest as her eyes moved up and down. I blushed as she rubbed her thigh. She gave a fake cough as she told me she would go wash it right away. She walked out of the room with a strut so I could see her perfect outline. She was gone for a short while as dark perverted thoughts were spinning in my mind. I didn’t realize I was started to rub my basketball shorts and wondering where Mr. Robinson was. It wasn’t long before she came back and asked If I needed a shirt.. walking towards me only black panties and her bra. My jaw dropped open, “With you dressed liked that I don’t even want to wear anything at all, in fact I should just take all my clothes off. Would that make you uncomfortable?” I was partially trembling for being so bold, trying hard to not shake in the chair sitting in the kitchen. She walked towards me smelling like tobacco and wine as she put her arms on my head, “Oh sweetheart you don’t have to wear anything, I’ll even take your basketball shorts down for you.” Indeed she got on her knees, removing my basketball shorts only to find me free balling, not wearing underwear.

“My My you’re a big boy.” I stammered nervously, “8 Inches Mrs. Robinson.” She smirked and began pulling on my cock as I began to unhook her bra feeling braver. Without warning she put her mouth on my huge dick, being very decent for a woman since men are better at giving head. I started moaning as her hands touched my smooth shaved ass, feeling her begin to deep throat me as I stood on my toes. She stopped slurping, “I think we should go to the bedroom.” We walked to the bedroom as she laid on her bed with only the light of the moon peering in through the curtains. She slipped off her black panties and spread her legs wide. I heard a small gasp coming from the closet, knowing Mr. Robinson was listening and watching the entire time. As he watched my huge cock get closer to her cunt, he inhaled poppers while stroking his small dick. Mrs. Robinson had no clue that her pathetic husband was watching every moment as she moaned, “Oh god You’re twice the size of my husband, so much thicker too. You can fuck me anytime you visit dear.” I crawled between her legs and shoved all 8 inches inside as she was already wet. She must have been lusting for me while we were talking in the kitchen because she was dripping wet. By instinct I started thrusting while thinking of ways to tease Mr.Robinson. I moaned into her ear, “Tell me you love my dick more then Mr Robinson’s small dick, tell me he’s a pathetic loser.” She felt amazing as I could feel her cunt grip onto my big dick.

She moaned loudly that I was so much fucking better then her husband, and how she’s dreamed of this moment. “Oh I’m such a nasty woman, I’ve wanted your cock since you turned 18, I even told my husband to make him jealous. Larry is a fucking faggot! I found pictures of his male foot fetish on his phone. He’s been paying boys online!” While fucking her I know he must have been feeling humiliated, yet it was turning him on as he inhaled poppers even deeper. She dug her nails into my neck and moved her hips against me, “Yes FUCK ME LIKE A REAL MAN DOES KRIS! FUCK ME!” I plowed away into her grinning ear to ear, knowing I was one of those boys. “Oh Kris I’ve wanted his for so long… awwwww you’re the hottest man in the world. Fuck me.” I whispered in her ear, “This was all planned…. I was never locked out…. Your pathetic husband wanted this to happen.” Her head looked expressionless as if it never registered. She just kept bucking her hips, “Oh Fuck me. OMG I’m gonna cum… nobody has fucked me like this in years.. oh sweetheart YES! Pound me baby, you can cum in me I had my tubes tied!!!” While she was cuming all over my dick, I shot inside of her and collapsed on top of her body. I could hear a louder sigh in the closet. When me and Mr Robinson talked the next day he said something about that moment excited him, that jealousy had vanished.

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Fast Forward 3 years this time to 2016.

I began to visit my mother less and less, wishing to this day I saw her more. We had met up at my mothers wake, but this time he and Martha had been divorced. We obviously didn’t talk about anything inappropriate because thats not why we were there. We did exchange new numbers and told me If i ever needed to talk he was there. I hugged and thanked him. Ever since I was young, he had always been emotionally supportive of me and he still was at this moment. It wouldn’t be long before he texted me a month later and asked how I was doing. The pain of my loss had eased, and I knew I had to keep going. Mr Robinson was feeling very weak and wet, still having the urge to get fucked over by me.

“Kris…. are you still raping fags online.” I called him on the phone and immediately could tell he was very intoxicated. “Of course I am Mr Robinson. Why do you ask?” There was a pause in his voice, as if he were hesitating to say something. “You should know what this means by now… my cunt is wet sir.” For the very first time Mr. Robinson, who I’ve known most of my life, was calling me Sir. I got rock hard knowing he wanted to surrender to me. I gave him my PayPal email and told him to surprise me. I refreshed the page on my computer and sure enough he had sent me $50. “Sir I’ve wanted to spread my legs for you for so long. Please Screw me and fuck me over like the stupid faggot I am!” We hung up the phone as I called him on Skype. There he was drinking his cheap redneck beer as he held up his physical wallet to the screen, “This is my main pussy sir, it’s how I love to get fucked.” He began inhaling his poppers and smiled through the screen, “I’m sure you’ve seen other fags use these before” he chuckled. “Oh most of my slaves use poppers.. among other things.” He lit up a cigarette and took off all his clothes, “Do you still like older men Kris.” I nodded up and down getting creative, “Show me that ass and tell me that’s your cash cunt.” As he got up from the trashed computer chair I could hear squeaking sounds. Stumbling over nothing, he turned around and bent over, “This is my cash cunt sir!” He opened a drawer in the den and pulled out a large marker, “I’m sure you’ve seen similar things before Sir, what should I write with it?” I told him to write 2 $ symbols, one on each ass cheek.

I told him to send me another $50 which he did quickly from his phone. He then moved his ass around the screen with the symbols on his ass then spoke, “My bank account is a pussy for you to fuck and cum inside sir.” Mr.Robinson sent me images on Skype of his Driver’s license and social security card. I was horny with how stupid he was becoming, but I knew he trusted me as well. “I’ve never given up my social to anyone sir but giving it to the hottest boy I’ve ever known… Oh fuck its so hot.” He typed away and told me he had anydesk. As I entered his computer he spread his legs wide, inhaling deeply in both nostrils with his PayPal screen open. I played with his head, “Keep spreading your legs the way you are spreading your bank account, I want you to feel me digging around in your cunt.” I took $150 as he moaned just like his wife years ago, “Fuck Kris I’ve wanted this for so long!!” (“I don’t care how much he takes even If I’m left penniless, fuck my monthly findom budget… this is special!!!”) I then took another $200 to see if I was going to far but he replied with, “Oh Kris I’ve seen you fuck my ex wife really hard. I want you to slam my cash cunt the way you fucked her pussy, don’t be shy sir. My pussy is yours.” He put a dildo inside his ass as I took $300, making his eyes go wide knowing he was half-way into his findom budget. “Oh sir I’ve had this fantasy of going broke, I want to give you everything. I want to buy you everything you want and spoil you!” My own dick was hard having this much power over the man who used to watch me when I couldn’t be at home by myself. Now I was exploiting and taking advantage of him.

He started jerking off and fucking himself with the dildo, legs spread open wide. I then went to eBay on his computer and started ordering myself new shoes, video games, expensive cologne, all while he jerked off faster than he had in his life. “Oh sir I’m trying not to cum as you keep spending my cash, I have gone way over my budget for being a cash faggot but I LOVE you sir, I really do. I have always loved you.” I let him see the outline of my hard cock through my basketball shorts to let him see it was turning me on. “I’m fucking your cash pussy you fucking idiot. You’ve always loved me and love the way I’m SCREWING you over!” I kept spending his cash as he kept moaning, “It’s so hot watching you buy video games with my cash as I spread my cunt and let you fuck me over.” I went back to PayPal and started taking increments of $500. His eyes went wide as he told me to log in his bank account to do a direct transfer. I went into his bank account on via team viewer and after figuring things out, I sent myself $1000. Mr. Robinson fucked his ass with the dildo even harder, “Oh fuck me like a real man Kris, Fuck me over I love your huge cock thrusting in and out of me. I wanna take out a loan for you, I wanna be in debt because of you… RUIN ME SIR!” I did a transfer of $1500, leaving him with $700. I laughed as I was going down the list of purchases I made with his eBay, all being shipped out to me. He couldn’t hold back anymore as he shot all over himself. As we ended the session, he told himself he had no regrets whatsoever as he got into bed.

A few months later (after his cunt recovered) he called me and asked if I wanted to mow his lawn like old times. I agreed I could come by in a few days, which I did. He was sitting in his lawn grilling hot dogs like the good old days, smiling at me with his sun glasses. I arrived but this time in a pair of Osiris and regular clothes… being kinkier now then I ever was. He sat in his lawn as I took breaks riding my skateboard no socks just to tease him. I rode up and down the street with my most trashed shoes I owned. He grabbed his crotch watching me skateboard down the street, knowing that the dynamics changed, this was now totally normal. I let my basketball shorts sag so he could see my boxers hug the perfect shape of my ass. I went back to mowing his lawn as he rubbed the front of his jeans in broad daylight. After his lawn was done we went into the garage. As soon as we walked in memories came flooding back to the day I first took his cash. By instinct, I sat on the tool bench and told him to get on the fucking ground where a dumb faggot belongs. He quickly got on his knees, “Fuck sir I can smell your feet through your shoes.” He began making out with the shoes rubbing against each other like rubber like someone giving their first kiss. “Your feet deserved to be treated like royalty Sir. You are above all Gods.”

After using his teeth to scrub the bottom of my Osiris he spoke, “Sir I DID take out a loan form the bank… I want to live out every dark fantasy I could never do.” I was turned on by pure power as he did something so fucking reckless and stupid. He took out his laptop and told me the wifi would reach from the house. “Open the computer sir, my bank account and PayPal are open for you.” Once again he stripped down naked and revealed he had already marked $ symbols on his ass cheeks like before. I told him to lean against the car and stick his ass out for me. He did as I told while I got up and set the laptop on top of the car so he could see the screen. “Oh fuck Kristopher are you going to make me watch you fuck my bank account? Thats so creative and hot sir.” I proceeded to take my shoes off and stuffed both socks in his mouth. I then tied my trashed shoes to his face tightly to where he could still see the computer screen. I began fingering his hole using just my spit. “You’re cash was never yours to begin with. Did it make your cunt twitch giving me 50s instead of 20s when I was younger?” He moaned with a muffled voice and nodded his head up and down. “Did it make your cash cunt wet taking out a loan just so I could fuck you hard?” He nodded up and down again.

“You keep sucking on that sock your worthless piece of shit!” Here I was talking to the nice man who watched me grow up as I was taking advantage of him and fucking him over. Feeling horny on power I stuck my cock in reminding him this was the same cock that replaced his by fucking his wife. The same cock that gave his wife the hottest fuck was now fucking him too. Not only was I pounding his hole, I proceeded to pound his cash cunt as I sent myself $1000 off the bat. He shuddered in pleasure as he tried to moan, “Fuck me harder.” I took 2 Grand and began fucking the shit out of him “Feel my cash cock pounding your bank account? Feel it slipping in and out our your wallet as you enjoy how amazing I feel inside of you. All that Cash is your pussy juice flowing into me. My Cash Cock is mowing your cash cunt like I mow your grass. Doesn’t this feel so much better getting your wallet fucked and jerking your cash away like a fucking idiot?” I took the socks out of his mouth as he screamed, “Fuck me like a real man Kristopher, don’t hold back please. I am BEGGING you to take larger amounts!!!” I took $3000 as I started moaning from being in a headspace and how tight his physical cunt was. I was trying so hard not to cum as I took $4000. He started bucking his bare cock against the actual car, his precum dripping down to the tire rims.

“You were born to put me in place sir, I watched you grow up only to let you destroy me! I Love you Kristopher please fuck me harder!!” I sped up with my balls slapping his ass as I did a bank transfer of 7 thousand, “You’re getting fucked over even harder now! What a fucking idiot!!! You took out a loan this massive so I could continue to SCREW you over?!” He moved his ass against my cock and his cock against the car in a rapid motion. “Sir…. I… I… I want to be in debt because of you, please put me into debt!!!” I slammed into his ass harder until his bank account was at $37. I proceeded over to PayPal, “I’m going to overdraft your cash cunt you dumb faggot! Take both my cocks as I destroy you!” I sent myself $200 on PayPal, the most his bank would let him overdraft. He started moaning staring at the negative balance and shot his load all over his pick up truck. Knowing my abuse and taking advantage of him turned me on massively, as I came in his ass while I shuddered. I had fucked his wife, his ass, and his bank account. He thanked me for ALL of it.

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