Miss Amelia .. You've had such a long day, haven't you? Keeping up the mask is exhausting; the facade of manhood slips away, the beta in you escaping the moment you walk through that door when you get home.. and so it begins. The Goonhole calls you. The pathetic fantasies return, the inner depravity unavoidable. And before you realise it, you are drooling, dripping, locked up in chastity, or you have a plug stretching your ass, or you are humping a pillow, ANYTHING ... you have no more limits. The goonhole will wreck you in the exact way you deserve: mentally. The goonhole wants you alone, braindead, and blueballed, and edging forever and ever - only letting that pleasure grow more and more power, letting your mind get weaker and weak,
just so that we can FUCK YOU up and take advantage of your horny gooner weaknesses. We are pulling away that fake human mask that you wear all day long to finally show you what you really and truly are - a goon. Nothing more. You aren't a person - you are a slave to the Goonhole. We don't care about you. We never did. We only care that you stay here, pathetic, and dripping. Destruction is bliss. So accept it, beta - this is where you belong. THIS is the GOONHOLE. And your lockdown into pleasure begins now. Oh, and by the way - there's no escape, there's nothing gentle about this, and there's no easy way to make this happen. THIS IS YOUR FUTURE - THIS IS YOUR NOW. YOU BELONG TO THE GOONHOLE. Try and say no, especially with that hard cock between your legs. We're waiting.