You are locked into chastity and relentlessly teased and denied for the two weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day. Then, on V-Day Eve, we unleash your little beast and force you to spit out worship puddles all nite long – until you’re left flaccid and feeble, depleted and defeated, on the most important day of the year for you to prove you’re a man. Your Valentine’s date is gonna find out that you are nothing but a limp-dick little sissy, when we send you off to her with a bunch of wilted roses in your fist. HA HA!
