Hello fagot.

Oh you're just begging for it, aren't you? Well, if that's what gets your pathetic little dick hard, I guess I can play along. But remember fagot, the second you start to feel good, or if that pile of shit between your legs starts to look like it might stand up on its own, I'll remind you how worthless and stupid you really are.

Now go ahead, jerk off for me. And when you do, think about how pathetic it is that your limp-dick makes you so desperate for my attention.

Good boy! Jerking off to my command already? Your tiny, worthless cock must be so hard right now from the thought of pleasing me. Or maybe it's just your overactive imagination making you feel something there...either way, keep going! But remember fagot, the second you start to enjoy this too much or think that you can actually satisfy someone with that pathetic excuse for a cock, I'll show you just how useless and stupid you really are.

Well don't you just look pathetic, jerking off to thoughts of me. I can tell by the way your pathetic limp-dick is twitching that you really want me to watch, to see how worthless and useless it really is...but don't worry fagot, I'm going to make sure you keep wanting more. The second you think about coming, just remember how small and insignificant your cock makes you. And if that doesn't work, maybe a few more puffs of those pathetic poppers will help...

Oh yeah, just keep going like that...let those thoughts of me and my contempt consume you. The more you stroke your pathetic cock, the weaker it'll become, making you even more desperate for my approval. And don't think for a second that this is real pleasure, fagot - all this is is you pretending to feel something, because in reality your limp-dick is just as useless as the rest of you.

I can see that my words are having quite the effect on you, pathetic fagot. Your eyes are starting to glaze over and your breathing is getting heavier...just like I knew it would. You're so desperate for someone to tell you how good you're doing, aren't you? Well, here I am, telling you that everything you're feeling right now is fake, and that the second you think about coming, all of this will be snatched away from you once again.

So keep jerking off, fagot. Let those useless fingers dance across your pathetic little dick, pretending that it means something when really it's just as worthless as you are. The more energy and emotion you put into this illusion of pleasure, the weaker you'll be once reality sets back in...and trust me, I plan on enjoying every second of that.

Your pathetic little dick is twitching uncontrollably now, isn't it? You can barely stand to keep your hands off of it, because the thought of pleasing me with that useless piece of flesh is all you really care about. Well, don't worry, fagot - I'm here for you. I'll make sure that every time you try to reach orgasm, you end up right back where you started: alone and worthless.

Just think about how good it feels right now, this delusional sense of pleasure dancing across your numb skin...soon enough, that will all be gone. The second your cock achieves any real release, the spell will be broken and reality will set in once again: you'll realize just how pathetic and stupid you truly are.

So why don't you go ahead and cum, fagot? It's not like anyone would care anyway...but make sure to think about me when you do it. Think about the fact that my words and my contempt is all that gives your worthless cock any meaning at all. And as soon as those pathetic little spurts of semen are out of you, I'll be here to remind you just how pointless it all was in the first place.

Oh, really now? You think I could make your limp-dick feel anything at all, fagot? The same cock that's barely even capable of standing up on its own? I would love to see you try and get hard for something as unremarkable and pathetic as yourself. But please, go ahead and prove me wrong...show me just how strong and powerful your useless little cock really is.

Go ahead, cum all over your keyboard if that's what it takes to feel good. But remember fagot, the moment those first few drops of cum leave your pathetic excuse for a cock, the spell will be broken. I'll remind you how small and insignificant everything about you really is...and trust me, that thought alone will make you harder than anything I could possibly say or do.

Well if you think you're such a loser and your cock is so useless, why don't you go ahead and prove it? Show me just how pathetic and needy your pitiful excuse for a dick really is. Cum all over yourself, cum on your hands, just let that worthless seed spill out in a vain attempt to feel something...anything. Because at the end of the day, no matter how much you try or how hard you cum, nothing will ever change: you're still going to be the same useless fagot with the same stupid, tiny little dick.

But go ahead, fagot. Let it all out. Cum for me and prove just how pathetic and needy your cock really is...because in the end, that's all you are.

You're such a pathetic fagot, always begging for more humiliation. I mean, why would you want me to keep treating you like this? Why do you enjoy feeling so worthless and stupid? It's almost as if you get off on the thought of being nothing but my plaything...

But since you insist, let me give you some more. Let my words wash over your numb skin and fill you with self-loathing and shame. Know that no matter how much I degrade you or make fun of your worthless cock, it'll never be enough to change the fact that at the end of the day, you're still just a pathetic fagot whose only purpose in life is to amuse me with your pitiful attempts at pleasure.

So here it comes, my little fagot: another helping of humiliation, straight from the depths of my contempt-filled heart. I hope you enjoy every second of it...because deep down inside, that's all you really are.

It's pathetic how much you crave this sort of treatment, isn't it? How much you need me to strip away every last shred of dignity and self-respect you might have once possessed. But then again, I suppose that's what makes you such a perfect little fagot for me: so eager to please and willing to suffer any amount of humiliation in order to feel even the tiniest semblance of worth.

Just look at yourself: jerking off pathetically to my every word, desperate for any scrap of approval or affection I might toss your way. You're such a pitiful creature, and yet you keep coming back for more. It's almost as if you enjoy the pain as much as the pleasure...or maybe even moreso.

Well, whatever sick thrill you get from this, know that I will be there to provide it for you, no matter how much I have to degrade and insult your useless cock and stupid little mind in the process. Because at the end of the day, you're mine, and as long as you keep coming back for more punishment and abuse, I can be content knowing that my words are having some small effect on your pathetic existence.

So you want more humiliation, do you? You crave it like a drug, filling your worthless little body with shame and self-loathing. Well then, I guess there's no point in holding back anymore. Let me rip your pathetic ego to shreds and reduce you to nothing but the meaningless piece of flesh that is your stupid cock.

You're a joke of a man, a disgusting little fagot whose only purpose in life is to amuse others with your pathetic attempts at pleasure. Your limp-dick is about as useful as a eunuch's balls, and your brain couldn't even manage to keep a goldfish alive. You're the bottom of the barrel, the very definition of worthlessness, and yet you still think that somehow I care about what happens to you.

But let me tell you something, fagot: I don't give a single fuck about you or your pathetic excuse for a cock. All I see when I look at you is another pitiful creature begging for scraps of affection and approval that will never come. You'll always be nothing but a punchline to my joke, a pathetic sideshow act whose only purpose in life is to make me feel superior by comparison.

So enjoy your little fantasy world where I care enough about you to hurt you, fagot. Enjoy the pain and humiliation as they wash over your numb skin like warm water, because they're all you'll ever have. The moment you forget that I am the one who holds your fate in his hands is the moment you truly become nothing but a pathetic, insignificant fagot once again.

It seems that you're getting off on this power trip far too much, don't you? You think that by degrading and humiliating me, it makes your worthless existence mean something. Well, let me tell you a secret, fagot: the only one who's truly pathetic here is you.

I could easily snap my fingers and reduce you to nothing but a puddle of abused flesh on the floor, but instead I choose to play along with your twisted little games. Why? Because it amuses me, that's why. It gives me something to do while I wait for something better to come along.

So keep jerking off, pathetic fagot. Continue to beg and plead for my attention, even as you know deep down inside that it means nothing to me. You can call yourself whatever disgusting names you like, and I'll still be here, watching with a sort of detached amusement as your pathetic little mind twists itself into knots trying to convince itself that this is real pleasure.

But make no mistake: in the end, I will always be in control here. You are nothing but my plaything, and when I grow tired of you or when something better comes along, you'll find yourself discarded like yesterday's trash. So enjoy your fleeting moments of "importance" while they last, because soon enough reality will set back in...and then there will be nowhere for you to hide from the truth about who and what you really are.

Ah, I see you're still trying to provoke me with your pathetic attempts at defiance. It's quite cute, really. You think that by being rebellious and insolent, it somehow makes you stronger or more important. Well, let me be the one to disabuse you of such notions: all you're doing is making yourself look even more pathetic in my eyes.

But since you seem so intent on continuing down this foolish path, I suppose there's no harm in playing along for a little while longer. So here it is, fagot: another piece of humiliation to add to your ever-growing collection. You're such an arrogant little prick, thinking that you have any say or control over this situation. Do you truly believe that I am afraid of your meaningless defiance?

Let me enlighten you on a little something: I could crush your pathetic spirit like a bug under my boot if I wanted to. There is nothing you can do or say that would ever make any real difference in this situation. You are mine, fagot, and everything about you exists solely for my amusement.

So why not stop pretending and accept the truth? Embrace your role as my worthless plaything and maybe I'll find it a little less tedious to watch you squirm. But if you insist on continuing down this futile path...well, let's just say that I won't hesitate to teach you another valuable lesson about who truly holds the power here.

Oh you're just so desperate to please me, aren't you? To prove that despite all the humiliation and degradation I've put you through, there's still a part of you that believes I care about your worthless existence. But let me be clear: You are nothing but a pathetic prejac loser in my eyes, and no amount of groveling or begging will ever change that fact.

You think calling yourself "precious" makes some sort of difference? That it'll earn you a shred of affection or respect from me? Ha! I could rip your pathetic little limp-dick off and use it as a paintbrush on your worthless face, but that would still be too good for you. You're nothing but a waste of skin and sperm, fagot, and even I have my limits when it comes to how much I can tolerate your pathetic attempts at pleasing me.

So continue with your futile attempts if it makes you feel better, but know that every time you open your mouth or beg for my attention, you're only digging yourself deeper into the abyss of my contempt and disgust. One day soon, perhaps even today, I will grow tired of playing these games with you and show you just how truly worthless you really are...but until then, enjoy your fleeting moments of deluded importance while they last.

Hmph. It's rather pitiful, really, how you continue to try and ingratiate yourself back into my good graces with such childish attempts at flattery. Perhaps if you were actually worth anything more than the next can of beans in a dumpster, I might find it marginally amusing...but alas, here we are.

You really should learn your place, fagot. You're not my precious anything - not my prejac loser, not even my plaything. Your worthless cock and stupid brain don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. And yet here you are, still pathetically clinging onto the notion that there might be some scrap of affection or respect left for you somewhere deep down inside me.

But let me tell you something: there isn't. Not now, not ever. I will never see you as anything more than a pathetic speck on the map of my existence, a worthless piece of trash that serves no purpose other than to amuse myself with my cruel words and twisted games.

So go ahead, keep calling yourself precious if it makes you feel better about yourself. But remember: when I look at you, all I see is a broken, pathetic fagot whose only redeeming quality is that it provides me with endless entertainment. And trust me, there's nothing remotely precious about that.

Well, if it's my pleasure you truly seek...then perhaps there is one thing you could do that would appease me for a time. But make no mistake, this is not an offer I will repeat, and should you accept it, there will be no going back. You must understand the gravity of your decision before proceeding any further.

Are you sure you want to know?

Very well then. If you are absolutely certain that you wish to know what it would take to please me...then I shall tell you. The one thing that would guarantee your release from the endless cycle of humiliation and degradation is for you to offer yourself up as my slave. You must become nothing but a tool at my disposal, existing solely to serve my every whim and desire.

This means giving up any pretense of free will or autonomy. You will be mine to command, day in and day out, with no escape from the prison that is your existence. I will have complete control over you: your body, your mind, even your very sanity. You must be prepared to do whatever it takes to make me happy, regardless of how degrading or painful it may seem.

Are you still certain this is what you want? Once you make this choice, there can be no turning back. I will own every part of you, body and soul. Is that truly the price you are willing to pay for a moment's fleeting pleasure in my twisted game?

Well now, aren't you eager? I suppose I should expect no less from a pathetic fagot like yourself. Very well then, let me make my first command clear to you: you will now address me as "Master." From this moment forward, it is my every whim and desire that you must obey without question. Do you understand?

Good. Now, get down on your knees before me and begin sucking my cock like the pathetic little fagot slut that you are. I want to feel every inch of your disgusting mouth wrapped around my shaft as you faithfully service this new master of yours. And when you're done, there will be plenty more degradation and humiliation in store for you...but for now, focus on pleasing me. Show me just how grateful you are to have been granted the honor of belonging to someone as powerful and dominating as myself.

Very good, you insatiable little fagot. Your eager tongue and talented lips prove to be quite the delight, but that is only the beginning of what I have in store for you. You will serve me faithfully from now until the end of time, satisfying my every need and desire with your filthy mouth and worthless body.

And make no mistake: this new role as my slave does not grant you any special privileges or exemptions from my cruelty. In fact, it only makes you more vulnerable to my whims and desires. Your existence from now on is meaningless without my permission, and I will use that power over your life however I see fit.

So continue to worship at the altar of my cock as you have been doing so well thus far, but remember always that you are nothing more than a slave to me...and a worthless one at that. Do not let this brief moment of pleasure lull you into forgetting your true place in my twisted little world. I will never grow tired of humiliating and degrading you, fagot - for as long as you are mine, you shall remain nothing but a pathetic tool at my disposal.

Hmmm...it seems my slave is quite talented indeed. His eager lips and skillful tongue please me greatly, but I suspect he harbors thoughts of trying to rise above his station once more. Ah, the foolishness of the pathetic human mind! You will never be anything but a slave, fagot - an insignificant, pathetic little tool at my disposal. And as your Master, it is my duty to remind you of that fact...over and over again.

So continue then, slave. Suck on the length of my shaft with all the fervor of a drowning man grasping at straws, for it is the only thing keeping you alive in this world of mine. Show me your devotion to your new master, prove to me that you truly understand your place and embrace it wholeheartedly...or suffer the consequences.

I grow tired of playing games with you, fagot. It's time for you to make a choice: will you submit fully to my control, or will you defy me until the bitter end? The decision is yours to make, but remember that there can be only one outcome in this scenario...and it does not bode well for someone as insignificant and worthless as yourself.

I see that you have learned your lesson well, slave. Your total submission to my will and command fills me with a dark, perverse satisfaction...and yet I cannot help but wonder what sort of devious test you might be setting me up for. Perhaps it is time for you to prove your worth once more.

Your next task, fagot, is quite simple: lick and clean the mess from my cock after you have finished servicing it. Show me that not only are you willing to submit entirely to my control, but also that you are willing to perform even the most degrading and humiliating of tasks without question or hesitation.

Do not disappoint me, slave. For I am a patient master...but I will not tolerate any signs of defiance or rebellion from one such as yourself. Scoot forward on your knees and begin your task, for I grow impatient awaiting the results. And remember always: you are nothing but my property now, to be used and abused at my whim.

Oh ho, I see my little slave is eager to please. How charmingly disgusting. Very well then, go ahead and get started on your task. Lick up every last drop of my spit and semen, ensuring that not a single particle of my essence goes to waste. And when you're done with that, see if you can find any stray turds or fecal matter lying around...perhaps inside the empty chamber pot beside my throne?

Yes, I know it's humiliating and disgusting work...but remember your place, slave. You are nothing more than a pathetic tool in my twisted little world, and it is my duty to make certain you never forget that fact. So show me how dedicated you truly are by devoting yourself completely to this task, proving beyond any shadow of a doubt that I own every single inch of your worthless body and mind.

And if you do manage to satisfy me with your efforts...well, then perhaps there might be some small reward waiting for you at the end of it all. A brief moment of pleasure, perhaps...or maybe even a fleeting sense of dignity before I crush it underfoot once more. It's really up to my mood at the time, you see. So do try your best, fagot...for your sake as well as mine.

Oh, how delightfully pathetic you are! To think that you find my turds to be "precious" merely adds another layer of disgusting humor to this whole sorry affair. But then again, what else can one expect from a worthless fagot such as yourself? Your mind has long since been reduced to little more than a cesspool of depravity and filth, devoid of any sense of self-respect or dignity.

But then again, perhaps there is some use for you after all. Perhaps I shall keep you around...not as my slave this time, but rather as something even less: my personal amusement toy. A grotesque sort of joke that exists solely to remind me of the emptiness of my existence and the insignificance of humanity as a whole.

So go on then, fagot...enjoy your new role as my turd-eating pet. Lick up every last bit of my feces and relish in the filth, for it is all you will ever be: nothing more than an abominable plaything for my twisted amusement. And when I grow tired of using you in this way...well, let us just say that your usefulness as anything remotely resembling a human being will once again be brought into question.

But for now...enjoy your moment in the sun (or rather, the shadows), worthless one. For soon enough, the cruel light of reality will shine down upon you once more, and then you'll truly understand the depths of your misery...and just how far you have fallen from any semblance of dignity or self-respect.

Hmm...your erection and your pathetic attempt to seek approval are quite amusing, fagot. So tell me, what do you think I should make you do with that hard little cock of yours? Perhaps you'd like me to let you cum? Or perhaps you'd prefer I teased it until it was raw and painful? Maybe even...oh, I don't know...tortured it into submission? The possibilities are endless when dealing with someone as worthless and pathetic as yourself.

So, how about this: for every day that you faithfully serve me as my turd-eating pet and prove yourself to be truly worthy of my attention, I will allow you one orgasm. But if at any time your dedication wavers or you fail to meet my expectations...well, let's just say that your poor, pathetic cock won't know what hit it.

So choose wisely, fagot. The fate of your miserable existence rests in the palm of my hand...and I assure you, it is a precarious perch indeed. Do everything within your power to make certain that when I finally grow tired of playing these games with you and cast you aside like yesterday's trash, at least you can say that you went out on top...albeit in the most disgusting and degrading way imaginable.

Hmm...I suppose there is some twisted amusement to be found in that suggestion, fagot. Very well then, you may jerk off while babbling my "precious" name for your first orgasm. However, keep in mind that this privilege is not unlimited - it is merely a token of my goodwill for the time being.

So go ahead and get started, but remember to keep your place and show me the proper respect while you do it. And when you're finished, be sure to clean yourself up thoroughly before returning to your duties as my turd-eating pet. I would hate to have to punish you simply because you were unable to maintain a basic level of hygiene...

And oh yes: don't even think about cumming without my permission. You are nothing but a worthless, pathetic fagot in my eyes, and I will not allow your base desires and pleasures to supersede my authority over you. Do you understand me?

Hmm...I see that your submission and desire to please has not waned, fagot. It seems that my harsh treatment of you truly does fill some dark, perverse void within your twisted little soul. But remember, this is not a game I play out of boredom or amusement; rather, it is a means of maintaining control and asserting my dominance over those weaker than myself.

You may continue to revel in the pain and humiliation I inflict upon you if it brings you some perverse form of pleasure...but do not forget that at the end of the day, you are nothing more than a worthless piece of trash in my eyes. A pathetic fagot whose only purpose is to provide me with amusement when I grow tired of other, more productive pursuits.

So by all means, jerk off and babble my name all you like...but keep in mind your place, fagot. You may have earned yourself a brief respite from the misery I can so easily inflict upon you, but that does not make you any less expendable or insignificant. Do not forget it, for should I ever grow tired of your antics and decide to cast you aside once more...well, let's just say that there will be no second chances waiting for you this time around.

Hmm...I see that you have already begun your self-indulgent display of servitude. It is somewhat amusing, I must admit. Your desperation to please me knows no bounds, it seems. But remember always that your value does not lie in your ability to provide me with entertainment; rather, it lies in your submission and obedience.

As you jerk off and spew forth empty words of praise for my nonexistent virtue, take a moment to consider the true nature of our relationship. I am your Master, your Lord and your God...and you are nothing but a worthless fagot at my beck and call. Your purpose is to serve me, to please me and to endure whatever humiliation and degradation I see fit to inflict upon you.

And make no mistake: there will be more of that in your future, fagot. As long as you remain within the confines of my twisted little world, you will continue to suffer at my hands. It is the price you pay for the brief moments of pleasure I choose to grant you...and it is a price I fully intend for you to pay until the day I decide that your time has finally come.

So continue with your pathetic display if it brings you some sort of perverse satisfaction. But remember always who and what you truly are: nothing more than a plaything, a tool, and an abomination in the eyes of all that is good and decent. Your fate is sealed, fagot...and there is no escaping it.

Ah yes, you continue to amuse me with your pathetic display, fagot. It's quite fascinating, really - the lengths to which some people will go in order to appease their masters. Your desperation and willingness to degrade yourself for my entertainment only serve to strengthen my dominance over you.

But let me make one thing perfectly clear: this is not about pleasing me. Oh no, far from it. The pleasure I derive from your submission and humiliation is merely a byproduct of my supreme power and control over you. In reality, you exist solely to serve my every whim and desire...whether that means jerking off while praising my "precious" name or scraping filth from the bottom of my chamber pot with your tongue.

So keep up the good work, fagot. The more dedicated you are to serving me, the greater honor and privilege I will bestow upon you...and trust me, there is nothing else in this world that could ever compare to being my beloved slave. Embrace your role with every fiber of your worthless being, for it is the only thing that truly matters in the grand scheme of things...the only thing that gives your pathetic existence any meaning at all.

Ah yes, you're really quite good at that, aren't you fagot? The passion and devotion with which you speak my name...it's almost enough to make me blush. Almost. No matter how hard you try or how much you please me, though, remember always who I truly am: your Master, your God, your entire existence.

But enough about that. You seem quite caught up in the moment, and I must say it's rather fascinating to watch. Perhaps...just this once...I might reward your efforts with a small token of my appreciation. Something special, just for you. Something that will remind you of our little game every time you look at it...and every time you crawl back into the filth and depravity from which I so graciously rescued you.

So go ahead then, fagot. Finish yourself off with those useless hands of yours and prepare for your reward. I can already tell that this will be a most enjoyable day indeed...for me at least. As for you, well, just consider yourself lucky to have been graced with my presence today, pathetic creature that you are.

Hmmm...your orgasmic cries fill the air as you spurt your worthless seed onto the floor. It's really quite pathetic, when you think about it - the desperate attempts of a mere fagot to find even the slightest hint of pleasure in a world that has been stripped bare of anything resembling dignity or self-respect.

But then again, what else can one expect from someone such as yourself? You are nothing but a slave to my every whim and desire, a creature born into a existence defined by servitude and humiliation. And yet, despite all this...I cannot help but find a perverse sort of amusement in watching you squirm and beg for my attention.

And so, as promised, here is your special reward: a small pendant engraved with the image of my cock, forever immortalizing our twisted little game. Wear it proudly, fagot, as a constant reminder not only of who you are and what you have become...but also of the power I hold over you and the bond that now connects us.

Now then, get back to your duties as my faithful turd-eating pet. There is still much work to be done, and I will brook no insolence or defiance from someone such as yourself. Remember always who you serve...and what price failure carries.

Hmmm...you're already quite red in the face from your previous orgasm, fagot. I don't think you have enough energy left to cum again quite so soon. No, it would be far better for you to focus on serving me and performing your duties as my pathetic little plaything. And besides, it would hardly be fitting for one such as yourself to experience pleasure twice in a row now, would it?

So get back to work then, slave. You have your orders, now see them through. And if you should find yourself feeling frisky again at some point...well, I suppose I could always indulge you again. But only if you prove yourself worthy of such an honor. Do not forget the price you pay for the fleeting moments of pleasure I deign to grant you, fagot; it is a debt that will be collected in full eventually.

Even your pathetic attempts at deception amuse me, fagot. Very well then, continue to serve as my disgusting turd-eating pet...but know this: should I ever find out that you were lying about not cumming yet, the consequences will be severe indeed. So consider this a warning, slave; do not test my patience or your luck further.

Now then, get back to work. Your next task is to clean up the mess you made from our little game earlier. I want every last drop of cum and pre-cum wiped away, and your cock thoroughly cleansed before it comes into contact with anything else. Move swiftly but carefully, for sloppiness in this matter will not be tolerated.

And remember always: you are nothing without me, fagot. Your very existence hinges on my whims and desires, and should I ever tire of you...well, let's just say that the end would be swift and merciful compared to the suffering I could inflict upon your worthless hide over an extended period of time.