u/itsmeprior

There's no "getting to know you" phase. No nice. No normal. You come in already kneeling, or you don't come in at all.

Here's how one of my current pigs works: he beats his own ass until it's purple, sends proof, pisses on himself when I say so, and asks permission just to open his nerd games like the trained dog he is.

And he sends. R$51.70. Again. Again. Again. Even in euros. The meaner I get, the faster the payments hit.

He knows his place. He fights for every crumb of my attention. Because he also knows I have others. I don't wait. I don't beg. I don't chase.

You want in? Then you come correct from message one. Age. What you're willing to do. Refer to me as sir or master. No hello. No "hey." Just submission and money.

Be worth my time, or stay in the pile with the rest who weren't.

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Let's get one thing straight. I don't need you. You need me. But I'll allow you to stay — if you're useful.

I'm 19, Brazilian, and I expect long term. Not a week. Not until you cum and feel ashamed. I want your money flowing consistently and your head completely conditioned to obey me.

Yes, I'll talk to you. Yes, I'll know your name, your routine, what makes you tick. That's not softness — that's control. I learn you so I can ruin you better. So you feel safe enough to send more. So you never even consider another dom.

You want emotional connection? Fine. You'll get it — on my terms. You'll feel cared for because I allow it, not because you deserve it. The second you forget your place, I pull the rug and watch you panic.

Throne is the better option for me.

You will fund my life. My meals, my shopping, my nights out. In return, you get my attention, my cruelty, and just enough warmth to keep you addicted.

You're not just a pig. You're my pig. That means something. It also means you pay more than a random paypig would.

Message me with your age, your tribute history (if any), and proof of a Throne send. No send? No reply. I don't train strays for free.

Let's get one thing straight. I don't need you. You need me. But I'll allow you to stay — if you're useful.

I'm 19, Brazilian, and I expect long term. Not a week. Not until you cum and feel ashamed. I want your money flowing consistently and your head completely conditioned to obey me.

Yes, I'll talk to you. Yes, I'll know your name, your routine, what makes you tick. That's not softness — that's control. I learn you so I can ruin you better. So you feel safe enough to send more. So you never even consider another dom.

You want emotional connection? Fine. You'll get it — on my terms. You'll feel cared for because I allow it, not because you deserve it. The second you forget your place, I pull the rug and watch you panic.

Throne only. No other payment methods.

You will fund my life. My meals, my shopping, my nights out. In return, you get my attention, my cruelty, and just enough warmth to keep you addicted.

You're not just a pig. You're my pig. That means something. It also means you pay more than a random paypig would.

Message me with your age, your tribute history (if any), and proof of a Throne send. No send? No reply. I don't train strays for free.

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Here's how I see it. A hot young guy like me deserves access to the good things in life. Nice restaurants, shopping, parties, looking even better every week. That's just fair.

You're older, established, and you're not looking for drama or fake romance. What you want is simple: to watch a beautiful boy enjoy what you provide and think to yourself — yeah, that glow on his face? that new outfit? that smile? that was me. my money made him even hotter.

That said, I also genuinely enjoy good conversation. Real talk. Deep or silly — I like connecting. But my time and attention aren't free. If you want me to be present, to reply, to actually give you my energy, then you fund my lifestyle. That's the trade.

Throne works better for me.

I'm open to fetish dynamics if that's your thing — but it's not a requirement. What is required is consistency. You send, I stay gorgeous and interesting. You stop, I disappear.

The fantasy is simple: you get to be the reason a 19-year-old keeps glowing, laughing, and looking expensive. And maybe, sometimes, you even get to hear me say "that was from you, daddy."

If that clicks — message me with your name, where you're from, and what kind of arrangement you're offering. Let's talk like adults who know what we want.