No

"I don't deserve a name, sir. I'm a useless faggot who's only job is to service and entertain real men like you"

Chris chuckled.

"Well, at least you know your place. If you want you can DM me later. Obviously with evidence showing that you're you. Good luck entertaining the next one fag"

And with that, the call ended. Peter was left panting, his clit straining as it twitched, precum leaking like a faucet. As the call was redirected, Peter considered rubbing himself off, he wondered what the next caller would feel like when seeing a fag with humiliating words written on his body, rubbing his dick like a clit. He rubbed a nipple while he rubbed himself, just in time for the screen to reveal.