*This is my first story submission to Coiled Fist, and this is just a bit of an introduction. There will be more size-oriented action later on*
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"Yeah, you bitches like that don't you? Wish you could touch it, touch the big man? Click the donate button and maybe I'll flex for you a little more".
Alan posed in his messy bedroom, lights low. On one screen his Paypal information lit up his chiseled face, on the other, a reflection of the cocky smirk he was giving as he watched three more donations roll in. He'd been going strong already for two hours tonight, more and more visitors upping his view count. The name "BigMaster4C$shSlaves" read across the top of the screen, the name he chose to go by online.
"C'mon, I know you can do better than that." He lifted his shirt, showing off washboard abs, tensing for his faceless fans.
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"Yeah, you bitches like that don't you? Wish you could touch it, touch the big man? Click the donate button and maybe I'll flex for you a little more".
Alan posed in his messy bedroom, lights low. On one screen his Paypal information lit up his chiseled face, on the other, a reflection of the cocky smirk he was giving as he watched three more donations roll in. He'd been going strong already for two hours tonight, more and more visitors upping his view count. The name "BigMaster4C$shSlaves" read across the top of the screen, the name he chose to go by online.
"C'mon, I know you can do better than that." He lifted his shirt, showing off washboard abs, tensing for his faceless fans.