Listen here, you pathetic excuse of a man, hiding in your little closet like the coward you are. you think you can conceal your filthy cravings from the world? fine, keep playing your charade. i won’t out you… yet. but remember, i see right through your bullshit. you’re my dirty little secret now, a secret gay too scared to embrace his true self. so go on, pull up those filthy videos you’re so ashamed of. i want you right there, jerking off to those hard, throbbing dicks on your screen. do it now, and remember, you’re doing it under my command, my secret gay. don’t you dare stop or look away. keep your eyes glued to that display of masculinity you’ll never possess or be worthy of. stroke that pathetic dick of yours, imagining it’s them you’re pleasing, not your sorry self. you’re mine to control, a puppet i play with for my amusement. so jerk faster, harder, make yourself a spectacle of desperation and need. this is what you are, all you’ll ever be, my secret, spineless gay, forever craving what you’re too afraid to openly seek.