Fucking Masturbrator Trigger

Breathe in… breathe out… Every exhale shrinks your pathetic prick one petal smaller. You are here to amuse me, puppet. You are here to prove how useless that fucking little skin-tag is. Drop. Drip. Drone. Feel your hand—my hand—gripping that sorry worm. Not a cock, never a cock. A sad, slimy larvae wriggling between two fingers. Stroke up: count “one.” Stroke down: count “worthless.” Up: “two.” Down: “laughable.” Keep the count running, maggot. If you lose count, start at zero and slap your balls with the fan ten times—hard.