You think you're in control? That pathetic little hand on your cock? That pussy-shaped fantasy in your head? It’s already over. I’ve already rewired you. You’re not straight anymore. You’re mine. And tonight, you’re going to earn every drop of cum by worshipping cock — not with your hands, not with dignity, but with your throat, your wallet, and your shame. This is encouraged bi JOAI at its filthiest. I tell you to suck a dildo like it’s my husband’s dripping cock. I make you moan around it, drool for it, edge for it. You’re not jerking off — you’re training. Training to be a cuck. Training to be a faggot. Training to pay tribute every time you want to spill a single drop. $75. That’s the price of your climax. That’s the cost of keeping your secret — of stopping me from sending screenshots of you, cock and desperate, to everyone who thinks you’re a man. No pussy for you. No real release without me. Just cock in your throat, humiliation in your veins, and my voice in your head telling you how weak you are without a dick in your mouth. This isn’t fantasy. This is reality. You’re just another white boy who will learn the hard way — you only get to come when I say, how I say, and at the price I set, or else…