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You’re straight. Of course you are. That’s what you’ve always believed, isn’t it? So this should be easy. Just keep your eyes on Me. Stay focused on My perfect body, My curves, My lips—ignore everything else. Ignore the… distractions. Not so hard for a straight guy, right? Except I see you struggling. I see your eyes flickering away, trying to resist, trying to fight the temptation creeping in. Trying not to look. But the more I tell you to stay locked in on Me, the stronger the pull becomes. You can feel it, can’t you? That deep, gnawing curiosity. The rush of arousal every time your gaze betrays you. Every time you sneak a glance at those thick, pulsing, alpha cocks… and pump a little harder. Wait—why are you stroking more when you look at cock? That’s not how this is supposed to work, is it? You like women. You love pussy. So why is your body reacting like this? Why is every inch of you betraying what you thought you knew about yourself? It’s almost adorable, really. Watching you fight it. Watching you lose. I could give you an out. Let you tell yourself this was just some harmless curiosity. But we both know that’s not true. Look at yourself. Look at what you’re doing. Look at how fucking desperate you are right now. You’re not a little bit curious. You’re completely broken. And when I tell you to spill that load? You’re going to cum for cock, just like the faggot you are.