Listen up, you delusional little wanker. You've been prancing around, thinking you're something you're not. But the moment you laid eyes on my absolutely perfect ass, reality hit you like a slap in the face. You're not a fag; you're just a weak, pathetic straight man who can't help but jerk off to my commanding, superior ass. Each stroke you make is a testament to your true nature: a spineless, drooling ass addict, completely under my thumb. You thought you had it all figured out, didn't you? But here you are, pumping away like the desperate, ass-obsessed fool you are. My ass is your new god, and you're just a helpless little worshipper, offering up your dignity and self-respect on the altar of my perfection. Oh, and let's not forget the fun part. You owe me, and you owe me big for the privilege of drooling over my ass. So, open up that wallet and start paying, you pathetic little excuse for a man. Your money is the only thing that makes you even slightly interesting to me. Each tribute you send is just another reminder of how weak and controlled you are. You thought you were a fag, but no, you're just a straight, mindless pay drone, programmed to serve and splurge on my every whim. Keep jerking and keep paying, because that's all you're good for. You're nothing but a cash-dispensing, ass-worshiping puppet, and I'm pulling all your strings.