need an evil therapist that convinces me to try hypnotherapy to stop having to nut constantly, just to make it impossible to cum so I end up becoming her eternally edged meat dildo
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ᅠHow long have you been scrolling?
ᅠWhat about edging?~
ᅠᅠThe correct answer is "I lost track"
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ᅠAnyway, My exams are over and I'm finally returning to melt your brains~
ᅠGo welcome Me properly, then go relisten to the toy core files on My website cause the factory will grow this summer and you don't want your conditioning lackluster.
You joke a lot about "brain off, penis on," like it's just a silly meme, something dumb to pass the time. You say the penis is the brain, that it takes over, that it thinks for you. But what if I told you it's not a joke? What if I described what really happens when the line is crossed, when the switch flips for real and there's no going back? That's where true gooning begins—the edging that breaks you, the total brain out. And in the gay version, because why not? Desire doesn't ask permission; it drags you into the abyss of cocks, asses, and endless cum.
Imagine: you start on any random night, alone in your room, gay porn on the screen. A muscular guy sucking a massive cock, moans blasting through your headphones. You stroke slowly, edging like always, holding back the orgasm to make it last longer. "Just for a bit," you think. But then your cock truly wakes up. It swells, throbs, and suddenly your mind clouds over. Brain off. No deep thoughts, no work, no friends, no family. Just cock. Your cock is the king, the god, the brain that dictates every heartbeat.
At first, you fight it. You try to stop, but you can't. Every touch sends waves of pleasure that erase everything else. You become a cock zombie, a lost gooner. Your heartbeats no longer serve life; they only pump blood to that hard, swollen dick leaking precum like a broken faucet. 24/7, no breaks. You wake up at midnight with your hand on your balls, rubbing, edging again. At work, on the subway, it doesn't matter: you feel the throb under your pants, the fabric rubbing you to the edge. Precum soaks your underwear, and all you think about is the next stroke, the next guy who'll fuck your brain.
And when it really happens, when the edging transforms you, there's no escape. You turn into a human sprinkler of precum and semen. You walk down the street and see a hot guy: boom, instant erection. Your cock thinks for you, forcing you to picture him on his knees, deepthroating you to the base. At the gym, in the shared showers, you sneak glances at other cocks and your mind blanks: total brain out. You jerk off in a public bathroom, moaning quietly, shooting ropes of cum that splatter the floor. It doesn't matter where you are or who you're with—family, friends, boss. Your cock throbs, demands pleasure. You're a walking sex toy, a gay gooner who needs to be used 24/7.
Now every hour is eternal edging. You strap on a cockring so it never goes down, shove plugs up your ass to feel full, like a guy is fucking you nonstop. Precum drips down your legs, semen stains your sheets. You become that: a pleasure zombie, a slave to your own cock. Joke all you want about "penis on," but when it crosses the threshold, when the brain shuts off forever... there you are, throbbing, leaking, begging for more. And there's no turning back. Just goon, edge, cum. Repeat. Forever.
@blue_moon_of is good example.
Your political rival ran a sloppy disorganized race against you and you easily had a 30 point lead~
But the day before the election all she had to do was lure you into a private meeting~
“You should just drop out and let my tongue win instead little boy~”
You had worked so hard, sacrificed so much to come this far~
Her red lips closed around your cock as your hopes of being elected were snuffed out~
She licked and slurped your willpower away and you quickly decided to dumbly become her mindless running mate~
“You’ll make such a good puppet for my administration~”
Feeling a cock in your head, pumping so much cum over your brain that it soaks through and leaks out the other side, while knowing that it's all in your head, and all that anybody else sees is a pathetic slut, mindbroken and creaming its panties from nothing
i’ve come to the conclusion that i’m neither gay nor straight. i’m a PORNSEXUAL. i find sexual pleasure in watching a cock getting serviced. whether it’s from a woman or a man, then it doesn’t matter. all is flash in porn 🥴💦🩵
Come on, darling, I don’t have all day~
Just use mommy’s thighs like a fleshlight, there you go, pupl~
Keep on thrusting like that, that's my boy~ https://t.co/FALwrVmpxV
"Look into the screen Moni. Look deeply."
Monica was sent to investigate a case of several adventurers disappearing and then reappearing wearing a suit of latex gear and completely enthralled to something.
She found that her preparations weren't nearly enough.
You did 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘰 well last time for me, now I want you to just focus on me again okay? 🙈
You can do that right? Just relax, take a deep breath and watch me..
🌀 BₒᵤₙCₑ 🌀
Don't get 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 by my hypnotic ass..
It's okay to feel weak..
Don't you feel so so weak? 💋
Don't you want to trust? 💖
Be free from all stress and problems..
😵💫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑬 🤤
Give in..
Fall into Mommy's warm embrace..
Notice your hand ♥️ + 🔁 as you relapse.. want more.. gooning to all of my words~ 💖