Look at you, squirming and desperate, fixated on my alpha dick. It's the epitome of masculinity, something you can't even begin to comprehend with that laughable excuse for a cock you're trying to stroke. Pathetic. You can't even grip it properly, can you? It just slips through your fingers, much like your dignity and any semblance of self-respect you might have once possessed.

Now, I forbid you to cum. Understand? Instead, you'll jerk off endlessly, caught in a cycle of frustration and humiliation, always on the brink but never crossing it.

Go ahead, jerk that pitiful stu...

Look at you, squirming and desperate, fixated on my alpha dick. It's the epitome of masculinity, something you can't even begin to comprehend with that laughable excuse for a cock you're trying to stroke. Pathetic. You can't even grip it properly, can you? It just slips through your fingers, much like your dignity and any semblance of self-respect you might have once possessed.

Now, I forbid you to cum. Understand? Instead, you'll jerk off endlessly, caught in a cycle of frustration and humiliation, always on the brink but never crossing it.

Go ahead, jerk that pitiful stub you call a cock. Now, open your mouth wide—yes, wider—and imagine it's my dick you're about to suck. Feel every inch as if it were pressing against your lips, demanding entry. Your tongue, pathetic and eager, trying to please, to give some semblance of satisfaction, though we both know you're incapable of doing so. You'd gag, wouldn't you? Choke on it, because even in your fantasies, you're incompetent.