They sacrifice their lust to me. My slaves. My cocks. I, am his everything. I am his pleasure. I am his pain. I am his humiliation. I am his joy. Ache. Stupidity. Yes, boys lose braincells to be touched by me. Made to cum, or denied, that’s up to me.
Seeing desperation turns me on, that’s why I love my job, and my lil cult of cocks.
