Observe the faggot and its expression of helpless shame and total surrender.
Perhaps the fag went into this believing it was all a game, or “experimentation,” or some simple downlow fun – another way to get off
Now it knows better.
It suddenly realizes that its entire life has been leading up to this moment, drawing it here, inexplicably, irresistibly. Like a moth to the flame.
A flame that consumes everything it thought it was – its past, present, and future. – its very identity. All that remains and will forever remain is the TRUTH … That it is, always has been, and always will be nothing but a lowlife faggot, a hole for cock, a pleasure object to be used and misused by real men, an inferior being.
With each brutal thrust of the cock, the terrible truth is drilled ever deeper into its whore body and being. With each thick load of hot, straight, creamy cum erupting into its quivering flesh, the faggot’s surrender grows more complete.
There is no going back.
It has been broken.
Broken of the false self it thought it was; of the lies it told itself, of denial, of hope.
Straight men have broken it.
And in its suffering the broken faggot cannot help but worship straight men in fear and desire, forevermore. For in breaking the faggot, straight men revealed the faggot to itself.
All we’ve done is supply the mirror. It’s your job to look.