You thought you were stroking for pleasure? No. In Harley’s Cum Dumpster, I take away every illusion and reduce you to what you really are, an aching, desperate hole for My use. Every stroke, every twitch, every drop that leaks out of you is nothing but garbage I’ve trained you to spill on command. You don’t get release. You don’t get reward. You get used. Again and again, until you finally accept the truth: you’re not a man, not a lover, not even human in My eyes. You’re My cum dumpster, made to take, to ruin, to be filled and emptied by My will. And once you’ve played this, you’ll crave being tossed aside and used all over again.
