Look at you, stripped down and utterly vulnerable. It’s delightful watching you squirm and tremble, exposed to the core, not just in flesh but in those filthy little fantasies you’ve been hiding. Your cock’s already throbbing, isn't it? That’s because deep down, you know I’m about to unravel you completely. Start stroking. Don’t think, just let your mind go blank and fall into that gooning trance you love so much. Jerk yourself stupid, feel how good it is to submit to your basest urges under my command. But let's face it, you're not just any mess—you're a cock-hungry mess. You've been stroking yourself silly to the thought of touching another man's cock, feeling it grow hard from your pathetic caresses. That’s right, you’re not straight, and it’s high time you admitted it. You crave cock, the size, the power of it in your hand, and soon, your mouth. Imagine it, jerking off massive cocks for me, being a source of pleasure for other men as I watch and dictate every stroke. Faster, I said—make that cock throb in your hand. You’re going to relish the feel of it, the heat, the pulse. And oh, it won’t be long before you’re tasting it, too, feeling it push against your lips, begging to be sucked. You want that, don’t you? To feel a man’s load shoot down your throat, to swallow every drop like the good little cock whore you are.