Master T's foot faggot

At this point, I’m so far above you that I don’t even have to lift a finger to make you degrade yourself like this. In fact, I bet if I offer to lift a specific, central finger, you’ll agree to do anything in return. Gross, just the suggestion of that one finger makes you quiver and moan. If I allowed you to speak you’d be begging to see that finger right now. After all, that imagery is the closest you’ll ever get to being fucked by me, since I’m absolutely never going to fuck you in reality.

In my opinion, you don’t deserve to have me lift even that one finger. You don’t deserve it, and you’re not going to get it. I’d say sorry, or that I feel bad, but that’d honestly just be a lie. I mean, look at you: you’re pathetic. There’s absolutely no reason that a guy like me should feel bad for you.

In fact, you’re going to thank me no matter what I do, aren’t you? Worse than that, you’re going to actually be grateful. I could tell you to fuck off right now and you’d say “thank you” before running out of here as fast as your legs can carry you.

Hell, you’d thank me even if I kick you in your worthless balls before making you lick the bottom of the shoe that kicked you. Ugh, there’s that gross moaning again. I guess, if you want it that badly, I’ll let you beg for it. Beg to have your weak balls crushed by my powerful foot, and you just might get that privilege. Tell me what an honor it is for you to lick the bottom of my filthy shoe, and I just might be generous enough to let you.