Oh, isn't it just perfect how quickly your pathetic little eyes fixated on that glorious alpha cock? Instantly drawn to it like a moth to a flame, weren’t you? It's so much more than you could ever hope to offer, and deep down, you know it. You don't just want to worship it with your mouth—no, that would be too dignified for a groveling little worm like you. You want to pay it, don't you? The thought of emptying your wallet for the privilege of being in its presence just turns you on so much. Admit it, the more you thought about being a cash slave to a superior cock, the harder your patheti...

Oh, isn't it just perfect how quickly your pathetic little eyes fixated on that glorious alpha cock? Instantly drawn to it like a moth to a flame, weren’t you? It's so much more than you could ever hope to offer, and deep down, you know it. You don't just want to worship it with your mouth—no, that would be too dignified for a groveling little worm like you. You want to pay it, don't you? The thought of emptying your wallet for the privilege of being in its presence just turns you on so much. Admit it, the more you thought about being a cash slave to a superior cock, the harder your pathetic excuse for a dick got. It’s all you can think about now, isn’t it?

Just look at that magnificent cock as you jerk your insignificant little one. You can see the difference, can't you? That it's a monument compared to your pitiful nub. You know it deserves to be paid—its superiority, its alpha status—it demands tribute, and here you are, ready to degrade yourself financially just to acknowledge its worth. Imagine yourself, on your knees, wallet open, begging to give your money away. Oh, how that must make your worthless cock twitch! But let's be clear—you’ll never get to touch it, to taste it. He doesn’t want your disgusting faggot mouth anywhere near him. He wants your cash, so he can laugh at your desperate, drooling face. He’s got plenty of better, more worthy mouths to satisfy him. Why would he settle for a loser like you?

You're just a little pay pig for alpha cocks, and the cruel joke is, you’ll enjoy every moment. Every time you send money, your little dick twitches, doesn’t it? And the best part—you'll never be anything more to him than an ATM. He's going to ignore you, dismiss you like the irrelevant fool you are, because you are just that—a fucking idiot, a cash dispenser. But that won't stop you. No, because this twisted cycle is what you crave, what you need. You need that rush, that humiliation. You're so deep in this fetish now, you can’t find release any other way. You’re trapped in your own perverse desires, and there’s no way out.