"Down on your knees, face buried between another's cheeks, your tongue diligently working over an area most would consider too private, too intimate. You are an embodiment of degradation, a tangible manifestation of the basest humiliation. And you know what? You chose this. You willingly submitted to this servile state, my dear gay."

"Can you taste the humiliation on your tongue?" I continue, my words dripping with disdain. "Can you feel the indignity burning on your palate, sizzling through your veins? It's a constant reminder of your position, isn't it? A physical token of the em...

"Down on your knees, face buried between another's cheeks, your tongue diligently working over an area most would consider too private, too intimate. You are an embodiment of degradation, a tangible manifestation of the basest humiliation. And you know what? You chose this. You willingly submitted to this servile state, my dear gay."

"Can you taste the humiliation on your tongue?" I continue, my words dripping with disdain. "Can you feel the indignity burning on your palate, sizzling through your veins? It's a constant reminder of your position, isn't it? A physical token of the emotional and psychological torment you endure, willingly, enthusiastically. Every lick, every kiss, every suckle you plant on that puckered hole is another notch in your belt of debasement. You're my slave, my gay, and this... this is the sweet nectar of your submission."