Today, I'm ripping apart that facade you cling to and molding you into my perfect ball adoring whore. You'll drop to your knees, exactly where trash like you belongs, and pay homage to my glorious, heavy balls – those pitiful things you call balls don’t even compare. You’re going to beg to taste them, to feel their heft in your disgraceful mouth, worshipping them thoroughly with your tongue, demonstrating your worth by milking them dry. This isn’t just for my entertainment; you’re being primed to serve any Alpha I see fit, morphing into a devoted, shameful little cum dumpster for our amusement. Your face? It’s nothing but a canvas for me, smeared with the proof of your degradation, a permanent reminder of your new reality as my compliant, humiliated fuck toy. Prepare yourself to be exploited like the desperate, ball-slobbering degenerate you were always meant to be.