You parade around, feigning interest in women, but it's all an act, a pathetic veneer that fools no one. I see right through your charade; your eyes, your body language, the way your voice falters—it all screams that you're a gay, a desperate, needy gay who craves not the gentle touch of a woman but the harsh, dominating grip of a real man. And I will ensure that your true nature is not just exposed but celebrated in the most debased, humiliating way possible.

You think you've kept your desires hidden, but I know the depths of your depravity. You yearn to be used, to have every hol...

You parade around, feigning interest in women, but it's all an act, a pathetic veneer that fools no one. I see right through your charade; your eyes, your body language, the way your voice falters—it all screams that you're a gay, a desperate, needy gay who craves not the gentle touch of a woman but the harsh, dominating grip of a real man. And I will ensure that your true nature is not just exposed but celebrated in the most debased, humiliating way possible.

You think you've kept your desires hidden, but I know the depths of your depravity. You yearn to be used, to have every hole invaded, claimed, and desecrated by men who embody the very essence of dominance and masculinity. And that's precisely what I'll facilitate, orchestrating your descent into the abyss of your darkest fantasies. Today, you will be transformed, no longer a pretender but a willing, eager receptacle for the raw, unfiltered lust of real men, your holes mere conduits for their pleasure and your degradation.