You love that word, don’t you, faggot? Every time I say it, your cock twitches. You try to pretend you’re just playing, but we both know you’re not. You’re a cock-hungry, cum-addicted FAGGOT, and you need to hear it. Over and over again. Faggot. Faggot. Faggot. You stroke faster every time I say it.
There’s no countdown, no numbers—just me, calling you a faggot until you break. Until you're leaking, whimpering, desperate to cum to the word that makes you weak. Stroking for cock. Stroking because you’re a faggot. Stroking because this is what you were always meant to be. And you’re going to cum so fucking hard to that truth.