Relapse, Suck, Repeat - Your Path to Full Blown Fag
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Oh, you sweet, trembling mess of a man, you think you're safe, don't you? Hiding behind that flimsy mask of “straightness, pretending those filthy fag clips you can't stop watching are just a passing kink. Well, darling, I see right through you, and I'm here to rip that mask off and shove you face-first into the truth. This audio isn't just a monologue—it's a psychological fucking reckoning, crafted to break you open and make you beg for the cock you're so desperate to deny. I'm your PsyDomme goddess, your filthy therapist, your cruel mistress, and I'm going to crawl inside that confused little head of yours and rewire it until you're a quivering, cock-hungry fag who lives for the taste of cum and the stretch of a thick shaft. Picture me now, my voice dripping like honey laced with venom, my words slithering into your ears, wrapping around your pathetic resistance like a whip.
Published by MishaGoldy
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You pathetic little creature, squirming there in your fragile bubble of denial.
You actually believe you're still in control, don't you?
You cling to this adorable notion that you're not a faggot because you haven't crossed that
precious little line into the real world.
No cocks have slipped past your lips yet, no thick shafts have stretched your tight
little ass, so in your deluded mind, that makes you safe, doesn't it?
You think you can just shut off those filthy faggots in a matter of time before you relapse,
isn't it?
You've tried it before, haven't you?
Sworn to yourself you'd stop, promised you'd be normal again.
And how long did that last?
A week?
A day?
Until the itch got too strong, until that gnawing hunger in your gut pulled you right
back to your screen, your trembling fingers clicking play as your cock stiffened at the
sight of men fucking men.
And when you relapse, oh, it grows.
And sooner or later, that lid's going to blow, and when it does, you won't just relapse,
you'll explode into a cock-star frenzy you can't control.
You're not fighting your desires, sweetheart, you're feeding them, making them stronger,
hungrier, more insatiable with every pathetic attempt to stay as straight.
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