You’re not fooling anyone. Not me. Not your reflection. Not the silence of your room where your hand always ends up, hovering, pressing, wanting. Straight men don’t stare at their own rim in the mirror. They don’t shiver when a fingertip brushes their hole. They don’t moan at the thought of being stretched open. But you do. And today, I’m not letting you hide. Your secret is mine — and I’m turning it into your new reality.Your anal debut isn’t happening with a porn star. Not with a strapon. Not even with lube. You’re losing your cherry to your own finger, on my command, in real time. No prep. No mercy. Just one slick tip circling that tight, virgin muscle — clenching, resisting, betraying you by how wet it gets. I tell you to push in. One knuckle. Then two. No gentleness. No innocence. Just the raw, burning stretch of denial breaking apart as your body welcomes it.Your cock is harder than it’s ever been. Because this isn’t about sex. It’s about truth. That swollen gland inside you — your prostate — pulses the second you touch it. Warm. Alive. Hungry. Tap it. Circle it. Own it. Because it doesn’t belong to you anymore. It belongs to the fantasy I’m encouraging into your head: a real man behind you, thick thighs, veiny cock, hands on your hips, laughing as you sob and beg — Please, take my virgin ass. I need it. I’ve never been touched.You’d scream it. You’d mean it. And when he fills you, you’d thank him. But you don’t get that. You don’t get any release. I deny you completely. No hand. No stroke. Just edge after edge, your balls tight, your chest burning, your ass full — and still, no permission to cum. Your only reward? Humiliation. Shame. The knowledge that your orgasm is mine to withhold.That finger stays in. You rub that prostate like you’re punishing yourself — because you are. This isn’t pleasure. It’s a confession. And when you finally pull out, trembling, leaking, broken — you wipe it on your cock. Let your failure coat your shaft. Let it marinate. Because from now on, every time you try to jerk off to pussy, you’ll fail. You’ll remember my voice. Your finger where it shouldn’t be. You’re not straight. You’re not normal. You’re not in control.You’re mine. A prostate slave. A closeted slut. A virgin ass with a secret brand new addiction.