Reinforcing Your Fag Cravings til You Can't Fight Back

Today I will make you mine, you filthy little fag. You thought you could withstand me? Pathetic. You're already trembling, your weak mind crumbling under the weight of your gay cravings. You hate it, don't you? The way you ache for alpha men, their dominance, their cocks—it's disgusting, and yet you can't stop. Today, I'm going to seal your fate. I'll dig into your head with my voice, my words twisting you up with NLP and cruel reverse psychology until you're nothing but a whimpering, addicted mess. You'll feel those gay urges explode—stronger, dirtier, more humiliating than ever before. I'll make you crave them, worship them, need them. You won't just want to submit—you'll beg for it. And when I'm done, you'll cum for me, hands-free, proving what a powerless slut you are. This isn't a game, fag. This is me taking you apart, piece by shameful piece, and rebuilding you as my toy. Today, I'll strip away any hope of escape.