*From a Custom* you ask to come over right after my workout at the gym, and I say yes because I know how easy it is to manipulate you. You want me back, want to be my boyfriend again. How cute, lol. I broke up with you due to you being a complete loser, and now I have even more stipulations if this is going to work out. No sex. In fact, I’ll be fucking other men right in front of you while you jerk at the end of the bed. I always hated pretending to enjoy it with you, so now you get to watch me get taken by real men. And secondly, you’ll be financially spoiling the fuck out of me any time I want. Beg for it, beg to be my little idiot with the title of “boyfriend.” This is what you want, isn’t it? Of course it is. And you’ll be under my full control where you belong.