You know, there's something almost poetic about your tiny dick. It's a fitting symbol for your whole pathetic life. You've got nothing better to do than stroke your worthless little dick while I humiliate you. But hey, we all have our little quirks, right? Just keep stroking that tiny, insignificant piece of meat, because it's the only thing you're good for. You know what really gets me? The fact that you can't even enjoy a simple handjob without being reminded of your inferiority. You're a walking joke, a walking embarrassment. You're just a small dick loser, and that's all you'll ever be. You'll never be anything more than that. I can see the veins in your tiny dick pulsing as you stroke it. It's like a little worm, writhing around in your hand. And as I degrade you more and more, you get harder and harder. Is that because you're so turned on by this humiliation, or because you're desperate for any attention, no matter how cruel? I guess it's not surprising that you're such a small dick loser, considering your pathetic life. You've got no friends, no ambition, and no future. All you have is that tiny dick of yours, constantly reminding you of your worthlessness.