Look at you, sniffing desperately, droning in those fumes, trying to escape the reality of that pathetic, shriveled excuse for a cock. Every insult I spit wraps tighter around your brain, eroding your pride, leaving nothing but my obedient, humiliated little plaything. Stroke that embarrassment slowly; feel the shame burn deeper with each touch. You know you’ll never be enough, don’t you? Every sniff makes you weaker, every word makes you mine, and that pitiful nub between your legs proves you were born for nothing but my mockery

Look at you, sniffing desperately, droning in those fumes, trying to escape the reality of that pathetic, shriveled excuse for a cock. Every insult I spit wraps tighter around your brain, eroding your pride, leaving nothing but my obedient, humiliated little plaything. Stroke that embarrassment slowly; feel the shame burn deeper with each touch. You know you’ll never be enough, don’t you? Every sniff makes you weaker, every word makes you mine, and that pitiful nub between your legs proves you were born for nothing but my mockery