You parade around as a straight man, a charade I see right through. Deep down, you're just a cock-craving wretch, your every waking thought drenched in visions of succulent alpha meat. You try to hide, to deny, but your eyes betray you, lusting over bulging crotches when solitude embraces you. It's no mere fancy; it's an all-consuming hunger, escalating with every filthy bi scene you devour, pushing you further down the spiral of your own debauchery. Your mind, feeble and weak, is overpowered by the insatiable demands of your groin-brain, desperate for that raw, dominating thrust. You're no...

You parade around as a straight man, a charade I see right through. Deep down, you're just a cock-craving wretch, your every waking thought drenched in visions of succulent alpha meat. You try to hide, to deny, but your eyes betray you, lusting over bulging crotches when solitude embraces you. It's no mere fancy; it's an all-consuming hunger, escalating with every filthy bi scene you devour, pushing you further down the spiral of your own debauchery. Your mind, feeble and weak, is overpowered by the insatiable demands of your groin-brain, desperate for that raw, dominating thrust. You're not just going to be my obedient cocksucker; you're going to revel in your degradation, in the saliva-drenched, gagging bliss of servitude. You'll thank me, your divine PsyDomme, for revealing your true essence, for guiding you into the ecstasy of complete surrender, where your only joy is to gulp down that virile, alpha nectar, acknowledging the faggot you were destined to be.