As you sit there, your dick in your hand, stroking away, listening to me call you a gay , you must wonder what possesses you. This pathetic creature, stroking himself, with no self-respect and no dignity, humiliated and insulted, yet so desperate for the attention, for the humiliation, and even more desperate to give me more of your money. Don't you see it, gay? You are so desperate to be humiliated and degraded that you are willing to give me anything just to experience that weak, submissive desire. You know you crave the humiliation, that dirty, little secret that you can't escape. But let me remind you, gay: this is not about your twisted desires. This is about my power over you. I manipulate you, control you, and demand your submission. And the more I humiliate you, the more you crave it, the more desperate you become. I see the pathetic little drop of precum on your dickhead, gay, and I know you can't hide it from me.