The time has passed where you craved being a real man. Now, you revel in your own sad and pathetic life. you LOVE being a loser. you have no choice but to indulge in your own suffering. It feels so good to be My loser. you say it back to Me as I grant you permission to stroke. Each stroke feels so powerful. you can sense my ownership with each and ever pulse of your throbbing beta cock, you don't want to be anything other than a loser.