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Submissive men are so good at doing what they are told.

Fall. Fail. Relax.

Drain Daddy controls your thoughts.

Your mind is gone. Stare into the spiral.

Feel your wife draining from your mind.

You are an obedient faggot now.

No more family. No more friends.

On your knees. Mouth open.

Your mind, your money, and your mouth are mine.

Good Boy. Drain Daddy has made you into a gay puppet. You are free now. Free to give me everything. Free to receive me deep inside of you.

You grab each of your ass cheeks and slowly pull them apart.

You invite, you submit, you fail.

The spiral keeps feeding the words you to, and you can not stop repeating them:

"Yes, Drain Daddy. Drain me."

As I press the first inch into you, you become my brainwashed hypno-faggot. As the second inch enters and then the third and then more, you become my submissive cashboy. You will drain everything for me.

You're unable to escape.

Drain Daddy has affixed your eyes to the spiral.

Just give up. Feel yourself drift further away from heterosexuality.

All you can think of is my thickness, my girth, my length.

That's right. You belong to Drain Daddy. Your mind, your body, your wallet.

Just repeat: "I am hypno-meat for Drain Daddy."

You are weak, you are pathetic, you are submissive.

Just repeat: "I am hypno-meat for Drain Daddy."

I am in control of your brain, your hole, your money.

Just repeat: "I am hypno-meat for Drain Daddy."

You'll never escape as I open my mouth and breath heavy cigar smoke between your lips. Your wife disappears, your heterosexuality disappears, your resistance disappears. You become my brainwashed, gay ATM.

You're my gay drain drone.

Every time the circle pulses up, you increase the amount you're going to give me. All while your brain rots down to a soft sludge. You are no longer in control.

You need Drain Daddy to be in control. You obey Drain Daddy.

Repeat: I am gay now. I am findomed by Daddy.

Repeat: I am gay now. I am findomed by Daddy.

Repeat: I am gay now. I am findomed by Daddy.

You can't look away. You're too addicted to spirals.

You can feel me taking the family man out of your mind. You've been closeted so long. You want out and Daddy is going to free you.

That's right, you're my hypno-faggot. Just stare and drain.

Lose every thought you have that isn't of my thickness, of my control.

You will obey. You will drain. Your mind, your balls, your cash.

Daddy is draining you.

Repeat: Daddy is draining me. I am his hypno-faggot.