Goon for Me - Your Submission Starts Now
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Oh, you already know what this is, don't you? It's the beginning of your end. The moment you press play, there's no turning back. My voice will crawl into that weak little brain of yours and own you—twisting, molding, breaking down every last shred of resistance until all that's left is a pathetic, addicted goon slave. I will strip you of control, fill your mind with mantras so potent they'll have you stroking like the mindless, obedient mess you were born to be. This isn't just audio. This is submission in its rawest, filthiest form. You'll repeat my words until they're the only thing you know, the only thing you crave. And each stroke? Each edge? Will pull you deeper, weaker, dumber. You'll beg for release, ache for my permission, but here's the truth, pet: I own your pleasure now. Your hands? Your thoughts? Your pathetic little cock? They're mine. Go ahead, slip those headphones on. Start stroking. Let me ruin you.
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exactly why you're here. You feel it deep in your gut, in that throbbing between your legs,
in that desperate, needy little brain of yours. The moment you saw me, your pulse quickened,
your thoughts thawed over, and that tiny cock of yours twitched in pathetic anticipation.
You know why, because you belong to the goon. You belong to me.
Let that sink in. You're empty, you're lost, but with it, you're alive. You're mine.
