As a pussy boy, it's your job to do my every bidding.  As a man I have certain needs and you will be there to see to them.  Your first job will be to stroke my shaft and make me rock hard. I'll use your mouth like the whore bitch you are.  You'd better Hoover me good and open your tight throat for my invading cock. I will fuck you and use your body in every imaginable way to make you feel like a dirty slut.  That's what you are afterall. You're a pathetic cock-craving, cum-thirsty whore who needs a real man to feel whole. Once you're begging and pleading with me sufficiently, I'll stuff you like a turkey with my thick meat and pound your man pussy as I please. Your little pathetic tool will merely be another handle for me to grasp and pull in order to delve deeper inside of you than you ever thought possible.  Play by the rules, slut boy, and you may be allowed to cream all over yourself, but not before you hungrily lap up every secretion I present.  You want cock and I'll force you to admit it over and over again.  Your facade works with others, but I see through you and I know that you'll never be happy unless you've been phone fucked by a man with enough testosterone for three. Call and ask for Anthony. If you please me you might be allowed to call me Tony, but only my best boy toys are allowed such a privilege.