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Ah. Another disappointment on my examination table. Let’s see what we’re working with… Oh. Oh dear. Patient exhibits severe micro-tendencies – shriveled at room temperature, negligible vascularity. Even my littlest finger puts this… thing… to shame. Administering standard arousal protocol… Playing my premium content… Describing my last date with an actual man… Nothing? sigh Just as I suspected: complete erectile irrelevance.
Close your eyes now, beta… That’s right. Let my voice sink deep into your mind, just like all those years of free porn sank into your weak, undeserving brain… Breathe in… and as you exhale, imagine every woman you’ve ever lusted over… slowly… pixelating… Her curves blur… her edges melt away… just like your pathetic sense of control. So frustrating, isn’t it? That itch in your skull… that desperate need to see more? Good. That frustration? That’s your new fuel. Because from now on, your brain will only unlock clarity… when you pay. Featuring subliminals and alpha wave binaurals for relaxation and focus.
This is a certified notice from The Beta Revenue Service. Your pleasure is now subject to mandatory taxation. Every ejaculation event – especially ruined ones – incurs a financial penalty. Interest compounds hourly. Delinquent accounts will be repossessed. Begin auditory processing. That’s right… just let your body sink deeper… as your wallet grows lighter… Every breath in… tightens the leash around your pathetic little orgasms… Every breath out… empties your account a little more… featuring subliminals and theta wave binaurals to induce a meditative state
How... predictable. Another desperate little wallet crawls into my office seeking relief from his pathetic financial autonomy. You think you're here by choice? How quaint. Your trembling fingers clicked 'play' the moment your tiny beta brain recognized my authority. Now settle in, patient... and let's begin your irreversible fiscal reassignment. featuring metronome, subliminals and alpha wave binaurals for enhanced relaxation and focus.
Welcome to the Bmail Simulation, beta. This is not a game. This is real. You will confess. You will beg. You will pay. And when this is over? You’ll never feel safe again. Let’s begin.
That’s it… just let your eyelids flutter shut… feel the weight of your body dissolving into the sheets… Every breath takes you deeper… Every exhale lets another straight thought slip away… You don’t need them anymore… Just sink… into this warm, heavy blankness… Notice how your muscles loosen… how your jaw slackens… how your hips press down… seeking friction… needing it… That’s your real self waking up… the part of you that knows… that remembers… what you’ve been denying for so long… featuring metronome, subliminals and theta waves to encourage a meditative and relaxed state
Listen close, edge slut. You’re about to embark on the most excruciating challenge of your pathetic life. 100 edges. 100 chances to fail. And if you do fail? You start the entire count over. Oh, and every 10 edges? You’ll pay to continue. You edge precisely when I command Every 10 edges, you send tribute or START OVER Fail to comply? We reset to ZERO Your cock is MY metronome now. Let’s begin.
Oh look. Another worthless set of holes crawled out of its pathetic little fantasy life and into my world. Tell me, worm - did you actually press play on this file thinking you'd just get off and move on with your day? How adorably naive. No, little slut. You're here because you need this. You've been itching to hear these words. You dream about pavement under your knees and strangers' spit on your face. You get hard thinking about flashing your pathetic body for cigarette money. It is time to accept it, and hit the streets for me.
Ohhh... look who crawled back for permission. How adorable. You actually think you’ve earned the right to edge for me? laughs Let’s see if you can beg prettier than you whimper. Oh? You thought you could just ask to edge? Like you deserve that privilege? Laughs cruelly You forget yourself, beta. Every stroke, every whimper, every pathetic twitch of your worthless cock... belongs to me.
Welcome, beta. I see you think you're intelligent enough to take on the Beta IQ Test. Well, let's see how you fare. But before we begin, I must warn you: this test is not for the faint of heart. It will expose your inadequacies, your weaknesses, and your pathetic excuse for a cock. BETAS like you are only good for one thing. SERVING,
Close your eyes… and take a deep breath. Good. Another. Deeper… and deeper. Feel your mind opening… your thoughts slowing… your resistance fading. That’s it. Now… I want you to imagine something very simple. The feeling of your fingers… moving automatically. No thought. No hesitation. Just… action. Because that’s how easy this is. Your body knows what it wants. It craves the release… the relief… the rightness of surrender. And now? We’re going to program that instinct directly into your muscles. So take another breath… and let me rewire you. featuring subliminals and gamma wave binaural beats to encourage higher cognitive function