Let’s stop pretending. You’re not just a paypig—you’re a fucking joke. Men get ruined by pussy, and you? You get financially destroyed by cock. You jerk off to it, obsess over it, and empty your bank account for the privilege of being ignored by it. I’m not here to make you feel good—I’m here to ruin you. I take what little you have left and spit in your face while I do it. And you love it. You beg for it. You pay for the right to be degraded, humiliated, emasculated, and reminded that you’re just a gay loser with no self-worth and even less control. You have a dick, but it's worthless. Because you’d rather pay to worship mine. This isn’t about lust anymore—it’s about identity. You’re not a man. You’re not straight. You’re not dominant. You’re just mine. My ATM. My beta. My gay little wallet boy. This is raw, explicit financial domination with no sugar-coating. I mock you. I own you. I turn your humiliation into my profit. Stroke if I say. Pay when I command. And remember—every dollar you send proves what you really are.