I love displaying myself to my sissy subs.

They were both once proud sexual men, with the confidence to presume to challenge me to a cock fight. They were both arrogant and sure of themselves but when their fights happened I broke each of them and made them cry publicly like weak little boys. Sobbing and pleading they each had to shield their defeated, shrunken cocks from view. They were unmanned by a superior sexual athlete. They lost their manhood to a cock gladiator. They had lost to me. I have never lost to anyone.

A man who has lost his manhood can never recover. A couple of my defeated oponents, tormented by their sexual failure when confronted by a true sexual athlete, chose to kill themselves. Most of the others have become sissy boys and two of them are now my subs.

One of the torments I make my sissy boys endure is to I display my beautiful body and cock in front of them. I flaunt my perfect manhood. I parade in my g-string thong and then, like a tantalising male stripper, I reveal my gorgeous nakedness and I let them see my glorious, ageless body, my proudly erect potent cock and my lovely, shapely balls. My superb balls are the core of my manhood and the treasure of my sexuality.

My sissy boys are both besotted with me. They are in love with me. I took everything from them and now they love me. I allow one of them to shamelessly masturbate his sad little cock but I deny the other, who is soon in tears. I call him a weak bitch and spit in his face.

I love the affirmation of my gorgeous superiority. My vanity is so erotic. I love being looked at with admiring, lustful eyes and I love being an exemplar of manhood, with my wicked cock and my stud balls on show and shameless.

M x