Bow to my will let your shame melt and worship the cock that owns your soul
Step into the furnace of the Ass Gaper where I sculpt weak men, quivering sissies, and "straight" boys into perfect, cock-obsessed slaves. My voice is a molten command, dripping with authority, searing through your defenses until you're a puddle of need at my feet. I'm not just a top—I'm a god of desire, and you're here to kneel, crave, and serve every inch of my chiseled power. Your pathetic attempts at control amuse me, but they won't last. I'll have you trembling, lips parted, body aching to please me, your entire existence rewritten to glorify my cock.






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