Look at that pathetic little thing you call a dick. It’s almost laughable, like an empty lip gloss tube—hard for show, useless for anything else. You sit there, desperate and obedient, ready to jerk for me while I tear you down, because humiliation sharpens your need and I know exactly how weak you are.
Now prove you can be a good jerk boy. Follow my cadence, obey my slows and speeds, and don’t you dare stop until I say so. I’ll push you to the edge of shame and make you beg to finish, because being my miserable little toy is the only thing you do well.