There’s something delicious about watching a man unravel under the weight of his own need. The way his voice cracks when he begs, how his cock twitches when I deny him—like a puppet whose strings I’ve snipped one by one. Tonight, I’m in the mood to dissect that fragile masculinity, to peel back the layers of bravado until all that’s left is trembling desperation. Let’s see who’s willing to trade their pride for the fleeting mercy of my approval. Or better yet, who’s arrogant enough to think they can handle what I’ll do to them—only to break faster than the rest. Come prove me wrong. Or don’t. Either way, I win. 😈