You’re not fooling anyone, tiny. Not with your smooth legs, your girlish voice, that sad little nub of a cock peeking out like it’s ashamed to exist. You’re not straight. You never were. You’re a trembling, pre-cumming mess every time you see a real man—a dark, towering king who could crush your ribs with one arm and still fuck you into next week. And now? Now you’re here, alone in the dark, stroking that pathetic thing because you need me to tell you what you already know: you were born to be used.You don’t get to pretend. You don’t get to hide behind your 5’3” frame or your baby face or your step-mom’s basement. I see you. I own you. And tonight, I’m making you face it. Wrap your fingers around that white boy clit—the one that vanishes between thumb and forefinger—and admit how small you are. How insignificant. While you touch it, I want you to imagine a real fist around it. Thick, calloused, black, swallowing your entire length like you’re nothing. Because you are. You’re a lightweight fuck toy. A shortstack sissy built to be hoisted, bent, and broken by men who make you look like a petite fuckdoll in their shadow. Stroke slower. Yes, that’s it. Now picture him lifting you. One hand under each thigh, your narrow hips spreading wide, your flat ass on full display. No lube. No prep. Just raw, searing stretch as he rams inside, your tight hole screaming, your voice cracking into a high-pitched whimper. That’s your future. That’s your destiny. Your cock isn’t for women. It’s for leaking pre-cum while you fantasize about being owned, about your smooth, hairless body bouncing on a BBC thicker than your wrist. You’re not built to resist. You’re built to submit.
