Wait, I’m not done with you. Bow down to me to apologize for disrespecting me. You heard me bitch. Haha fucking pathetic. Now massage my muscles while I enjoy this show. You don’t get to see shit except my back eclipsing your manlet body.

He noticed how I was staring at him. "Don't worry, boy. You'll always be my number one," he made a pause. "Actually, I have an idea," he adjust the growing bulge in his shorts with a cocky smirk, "Hop on, boy. You're gonna sit here on my laps and can feel all those muscles as I pump them. And those other guys are gonna be so jealous of you too"

down by the river

Need this to happen to me by the end of “Pride month”

Did you just kiss my fucking foot? Ok. Let’s just have a quick recap of how the fuck this goes. You are just a throat and an asshole for me to use whenever my girl doesn’t want to put out. Or whenever I want anal because the good lil catholic girl would never. I don’t want you fucking kissing on me of trying lovey dovey shit. I literally use you body to masturbate my cock. When I am dirty and sweaty I use your tongue to clean my body. When I wanna piss I use your mouth and gut as urinal. Are you seeing the patten here? I use you. The only thing you should be doing is getting used. This isn’t a relationship. So stop being romantic and start being fucking useful. Don’t forget your place or you’ll lose it. Look at me I’m fucking perfect. I’m young. I’m straight. I’m dominant. That’s why you volunteered to be fuck meat. I could replace faster than you could scrub my toilet with your tongue. So I genuinely don’t care if you’re catching feelings fag. I don’t care how much you like the way my feet stink. I told you to lay there and lick them clean before u put on my new Nikes. I didn’t tell you to kiss my feet like we’re on a date. Lean back stick your tongue out and clean me. Make it fast too…Mariana wants to get laid tonight. I gotta pound out that first quickie nut in your asshole so I can last later and satisfy my woman. After she taps out I’ll be back down for round three and four. You know Mari can’t handle my libido… do a good job cleaning my feet now, and maybe I’ll consider wiping her cum off my dick before I make you suck it… That’s better. I like it when your eyes go blank. That’s how I know when you’re truly becoming an object for me. Don’t ever act like a person around me again… disappear. That’s the only way to please me. Ok, next foot. Don’t forget to keep on repeating in your mind that you are nothing, that you exist only as something for me to fuck my straight cock into whenever I need pleasure or to vent my frustrations. You’re nothing but something to service me, make my life easier and more convenient. You will never be anything more, and you are lucky I let you be my fuck toy. Oh god you’re sick. You better cover that hard on before I wail on it. If the way I treat you gets your rocks off that’s pathetic and I don’t wanna see or know about it.

I’m still hung up on one thing, you’re willing to go on line, lie, beg, and even PAY guys for their rank socks or pics of their feet… and I’m right fucking here?! Make that make sense to me. Oh what we grew up together so…what? I’m not a man because you’ve known me your whole life? I’m the only man you should be chasing! We all know the kind of depraved shit that gets you off… You know I can only cum from head or rough anal. Buuuuut you would rather beg a bot for attention. Not one of these guys are as hot as me. I know without a doubt that my stink is stronger too. So what gives? You tryna punish me by denying yourself the opportunity to worship me? That’s fucking insane…but maybe this is why everything I’ve read says that fags can’t be in control of anything for themselves. They need a man calling the shots… see I had this all backwards. I thought you’d eventually offer me service, but obviously you’re too distracted ruinning your own life. From now on, I’m in charge, and you’re in trouble. Completely. Gimmie your phone. Let’s see just how much of a mess you’ve made…You smash that nose in between my toes huff my toe jam. Get to know the last man scent you’ll ever experience. You’re a monotheistic fag now. One God. Once I get a better idea of the trouble you’ve made we’ll figure out punishments. Seeing you down there is already making me hard so at the very least I’m gonna pound some sense into you in a minute. You’re lucky I wanna fuck you more than I want to punch your lights out… for now. Never pretend you want any other man ever again… You’re gonna be making it up to me for a long time… how’re those feet smelling? Bad? I’m glad. I hope it’s too much. I hope you’re overstimulated. Take a pause. Go get every disgusting sock you’ve ever bought online. You’re gonna burn them in front of me as a tribute.

Brady Barnes

As a matter of fact, you don't even dream an American dream. Your dream is a woke utopia under a tent too big that contradiction from among the factions that doesn't even share the same dream despite claiming to be so will destroy it eventually

Holy shit

Get to fucking work.

No one's going to come and brainwash you guys. You're the ones who have to take the red pill yourselves. That's the truth!