Your c*ck is worthless, and your existence is offensive to every p*ssy on this planet. For the next seventy-two hours, you are c*mpletely exiled from p*ssy. No touching it, no tasting it, no f*cking it, and absolutely no staring at it. Not mine, not any goddess’s, not even the pixelated h*les in cheap p*rn. You are a s*xual reject, and rejects lose their privileges.

This is a ritual. A sacred, br*tal cleansing to b*rn into your broken brain that your d*ck will never feel a warm, tight h*le again. I want you aching. I want your b*lls swollen and throbbing, your c*ck leaking pathetic strands of pre-c*m as you hump the air like a desperate, denied b*tch. Every hour that passes, you feel the rejection sinking deeper, that sharp, physical p*in in your gut knowing real men’s c*cks are being graced with tight, dripping p*ssies while you sit alone, unworthy and untouched.

You will report to me. You will message me on schedule, detailing every agonizing second. Tell me how your c*ck strains against your pants when you see a woman’s silhouette. Tell me how your mouth waters and your eyes b*rn with the hunger of a beta who knows he’ll never taste p*ssy juice. Tell me how it feels to be genetically discarded, to know your c*m is worthless and your seed should never be spilled inside a woman. Each message costs you, because my attention is a luxury and your s*ffering is my entertainment. By hour seventy-two, you’ll be so f*cked in the head, so desperate and dehumanized, that you’ll thank me for stripping away your last illusion of manhood. You’ll realize your only s*xual purpose is funding the p*ssy you’re forbidden from even seeing.

Buy the clip, start your timer, and send your first tribute with a message admitting you’re a p*ssy-free failure. Do you think you’ll survive the full three days, or will you cr*ck and beg me to make this exile permanent?

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