He continues to lay out new beliefs.

With the post cumming high still overwhelming you, the cum on the floor caught your attention. It was a mess and it needed cleaning up. You rose from the couch and made your way past Marcus, being sure to admire Jennifer's beautiful tits the whole time, to grab the paper towels.

"What do you think you're doing with those?" Marcus barked out, snapping you out of your revelry of ogling.

"I was just gonna clean up the mess." That was right, wasn't it? Marcus' face was upset, and you didn't wanna displease him of course. You were meant to follow him and learn from him, not being a stupid snowflake and weak. Was cleaning up wrong?

Your thoughts and anxiety were swept away by his new words.

"No, no! Women clean up, men don't. You aren't a weak man from good times, you're gonna be a strong man and strong men do not clean up the house. That's women's work." His eyes bored into yours as a shiver ran through your spine. You threw the paper towels back onto the counter, not even bothering to stop them from rolling and making a further mess on the counter. "Your messes will be cleaned up by your woman when you get one. Until then, you don't clean a damn thing of dust. And no changing a kid's diaper either, that's women's work too."

Everything he said just sounded so right as you nodded along. He saw you eager to not clean and be a real "man". Jennifer was busy rubbing her tits as she sat by his legs, vacancy in her eyes denoting her lost intelligence. Was it permanent or was she just pretending? Either way, it didn't matter, Marcus was right. She was so hot like this.

"Now, show me your room," Marcus ordered as he stood. Jennifer rose with him, catching his arm and holding onto it between her bosom, looking like some trophy wife bimbo. "Gotta make sure you aren't surrounding yourself with smart homes that the government uses to spy on you or those Nintendos that make you stupid." Marcus was so kind like that. You led them to your room, a simple bedroom and small considering it was a spare. It had just enough space for your PC, your desk, your bed, and some floor space, along with your dresser and shirts in the closet. You prided yourself, once, on keeping it relatively clean but now you realize how stupid you were.

Cleaning was women's work. You weren't a weak boy from good times, you were gonna be strong with Marcus' leadership. The fact you cleaned was shameful! You glanced over at Marcus and saw him chuckling to himself.

"There there, kid." He pat your shoulder once and stepped inside, looking around. He pushed Jennifer onto the bed, who let out an eep in surprise as she tumbled onto the comforter and sprawled herself out as if ready to be fucked again. "I see you know what you did wrong. So go on and reverse it. A bachelor's room should tell a woman what she is expected of. It should be dirty, to remind her of her role in the household. It should smell like cum to remind her of her receptacle duties. It should have other women lining the walls to remind her of her own lacking qualities, how better women exist and she should be happy to obey you. You need to change this place."

Every word he spoke was like the word of God. Of course, he was right. You rushed over to throw all of your dirty clothes out of the hamper. The room didn't smell of cum but you know you could at least start. Seeing Jennifer so eager was already getting you ready for round two, but you needed more. Marcus didn't seem like he was going to fuck her soon, though.

With clothes covering the floor now, you rush to turn on your PC and with nimble fingers type up your favorite porn stars names. Titfuck JOI by ExtraLargeUdders, the video read as you turned it on. The woman, whose tits were still dwarfed by Jennifer's, started up her act. Her tits in a set of lace lingerie, leaving nothing to the imagination. She rubbed them. Teased you. Talked about wanting to give you the titfuck of your life. Your hand was already around your cock again, pumping it as you stared at perfection. You were a pervert, and perverts needed porn. You needed a poster of hers. You needed to cover your room with your perversion, just as Marcus said.

He was always right.

"Hee hee! You really wasted no time did ya'." The unmistakable laugh sounded from behind you. "Go on, it's good to jerk off to porn women. Objectifying women is what porns all about and it's right."

You jerked faster, harder. ExtraLargeUdders was just a slab of meat right now. Something to get you off and nothing more. Marcus might like making her into his woman after Jennifer, given she was more of a slut that he liked. You could hear moans behind you, of Jennifer being touched and violated, but you stared obediently at the porn women.

You wanted to make your room smell of cum. You wanted to make sure all women knew what they should expect. You knew this was right, this was good. Jennifer was nothing but a stupid hot slut, but all women online existed to be fuckmeat.

With a few grunts, you looked back to see Jennifer in the same position giving a titfuck to Marcus, who made certain you'd be able to see her tits from the side. With a few more strokes, you closed your eyes and let out a small gasp. "Fuck, stupid fucking whores, take my cum you receptacles!"

More ropes came out and landed on the floor, the first of many such loads that would soon defile your room and turn it into a pervert's den. Just as Marcus said it should be.