What's his girlfriends name? Does she have Instagram?
Loverboybrad
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Beautiful pics, but you could’ve at least shown a better one of his cock. It’s not like I fantasize about him every night or anything when I’m crawling into bed there’s no room anyway. Ariel and Elliot the dogs take up 3/4 of the bed king-size, I just can’t help myself, the minute I hit the sheets. I look at that face and I just like BIONG. Lol. LOVE HIM.
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stay with your dogs. unlike Brad, they are loyal and honest. Brad only follows the scent of money. The rest, in my opinion, is dishonest show
In my opinion, there are also rules of the game in the sex business on OF. Honesty also plays a role. Deception and manipulation happen everywhere. But sometimes boundaries are crossed. And that unfortunately leads to rejection. But everyone should make their own experiences. I still think this site is a good place to warn people or draw attention to something. Everyone can then decide for themselves.
I hold no ill will towards him. He seems like he might be a nice guy. He’s just selling himself and his brand. It’s all fantasy that’s all onlyfans and porn in general is.
Then you have only had good experiences. But others were sometimes deceived and emotionally manipulated. You could now say: It's your own fault. But it's not that simple. Sex or no sex. Both sides have a certain responsibility. And for me, bradley is so full of himself that he sometimes doesn't realize when he's doing something wrong. But I agree with you. It's all a game of fantasies.
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how did he emotionally manipulate you?
give examples pls so this doesn't happen to the rest of us
Whispering and penis movements are a form of hypnosis and mind control. The more you watch the more you are convinced he loves you. The more money you send. This is now a support group for all his exes who were discarded after the money ran out.
Okay, I asked AI for some assistance
Title: The Empty Circle
The support group met in a nondescript room on the third floor of a community center. Posters about mindfulness and emotional healing dotted the walls, but the words seemed to float, unreachable, as if they could never penetrate the confusion and heartache that filled the circle of five people seated on folding chairs.
A clock ticked on the wall. Dr. Helen Reed, a therapist with kind but sharp eyes, scanned the room, waiting for someone to speak. The group had gathered to confront their shared experience, an experience none of them had expected or wanted. Each had been captivated, manipulated, and ultimately discarded by the elusive online personality known as LoverboyBrad.
After a long silence, Anna, a petite woman with short, curly hair and tear-rimmed eyes, spoke up. “I… I thought I was special to him. He told me I was beautiful. That he’d never met anyone like me. And I believed it,” she whispered, looking down, wringing her hands. “Even when I saw him with his girlfriend on Instagram, I convinced myself he had his reasons. That maybe he was… waiting for the right time to tell us.”
Across from her, Jack, a man in his late twenties who normally exuded confidence, sat hunched over, his hands in fists. “I was one of his earliest subscribers,” he said, his voice tinged with anger and disbelief. “He’d DM me every night. Told me about his ‘sick mother’ and how he needed support just to get by. And I kept sending him money, thinking I was helping… someone who cared about me.”
Helen nodded, her face neutral but empathetic. “What do you think kept you invested, Jack?”
He hesitated, then sighed, “It wasn’t just the money… I thought he… maybe… felt the same way. That he was struggling with his sexuality. That he was afraid to come out.” He laughed bitterly. “But it was all an act. He used every line he could think of to keep us hooked.”
Samantha, a schoolteacher with a warm, caring expression that had faded since joining the group, looked around at the others. “When he said he ‘loved’ me, I believed it,” she confessed, voice breaking. “Every time I saw a message from him, it was like a rush. Like he understood me.” She glanced at Helen, embarrassed. “He was… almost like a drug. And now, it’s like withdrawal.”
Helen leaned forward, her voice soft. “Samantha, what would you say to Brad if he were here?”
Samantha hesitated, tears welling up. “I’d want to ask him why. Why he’d lie so easily… like I meant nothing.” Her hands shook as she brushed her tears away. “He told us that there’d be this… big reveal. A gay scene, something that showed us he was being open. I kept waiting. But it never happened.”
A wiry man named Tom, who had remained silent until now, shifted in his seat. “I was ready to quit so many times,” he muttered, “but then he’d say something… sweet, just enough to pull me back in. I’d convince myself it was worth it, that I was just overthinking things. But all he did was use us, like puppets. He doesn’t even know we’re real people.”
Helen took a deep breath, her voice calm and steady. “Brad didn’t see any of you as individuals. To him, you were followers, a number on his screen. What he exploited wasn’t just your money, but your hopes and your need for connection. Each of you has something to heal here, and you need to remember—you’re not at fault for trusting him.”
The final member, Ethan, a quiet man with a slight tremor in his hands, spoke at last. “I feel… ashamed,” he said softly. “I thought I could see through people, you know? But I wanted to believe him so badly. I… I thought he was the one thing in my life that made me feel alive. Now, it’s all just empty. I feel like I don’t even know myself anymore.”
The others looked at Ethan, their own pain reflected in his eyes.
Helen leaned forward. “Each of you gave Brad something personal—your trust, your money, your emotions. It’s natural to feel hurt. But, together, you can start to take that power back. Brad doesn’t get to define your self-worth. You do.”
A quiet murmur of agreement went around the circle. Anna, still looking down, wiped her eyes. “So… what do we do now?”
Helen looked at each of them, her face kind but resolute. “You start by forgiving yourselves for believing in him. And then, you let go of the need for closure with him. He will never be able to give you what you’re looking for. But, in this room, you’re not alone. You’re stronger than he ever was. And together, you can heal.”
For the first time since the session started, there was a sense of relief in the circle—a feeling that, maybe, moving forward was possible.
Title: The Empty Circle
The support group met in a nondescript room on the third floor of a community center. Posters about mindfulness and emotional healing dotted the walls, but the words seemed to float, unreachable, as if they could never penetrate the confusion and heartache that filled the circle of five people seated on folding chairs.
A clock ticked on the wall. Dr. Helen Reed, a therapist with kind but sharp eyes, scanned the room, waiting for someone to speak. The group had gathered to confront their shared experience, an experience none of them had expected or wanted. Each had been captivated, manipulated, and ultimately discarded by the elusive online personality known as LoverboyBrad.
After a long silence, Anna, a petite woman with short, curly hair and tear-rimmed eyes, spoke up. “I… I thought I was special to him. He told me I was beautiful. That he’d never met anyone like me. And I believed it,” she whispered, looking down, wringing her hands. “Even when I saw him with his girlfriend on Instagram, I convinced myself he had his reasons. That maybe he was… waiting for the right time to tell us.”
Across from her, Jack, a man in his late twenties who normally exuded confidence, sat hunched over, his hands in fists. “I was one of his earliest subscribers,” he said, his voice tinged with anger and disbelief. “He’d DM me every night. Told me about his ‘sick mother’ and how he needed support just to get by. And I kept sending him money, thinking I was helping… someone who cared about me.”
Helen nodded, her face neutral but empathetic. “What do you think kept you invested, Jack?”
He hesitated, then sighed, “It wasn’t just the money… I thought he… maybe… felt the same way. That he was struggling with his sexuality. That he was afraid to come out.” He laughed bitterly. “But it was all an act. He used every line he could think of to keep us hooked.”
Samantha, a schoolteacher with a warm, caring expression that had faded since joining the group, looked around at the others. “When he said he ‘loved’ me, I believed it,” she confessed, voice breaking. “Every time I saw a message from him, it was like a rush. Like he understood me.” She glanced at Helen, embarrassed. “He was… almost like a drug. And now, it’s like withdrawal.”
Helen leaned forward, her voice soft. “Samantha, what would you say to Brad if he were here?”
Samantha hesitated, tears welling up. “I’d want to ask him why. Why he’d lie so easily… like I meant nothing.” Her hands shook as she brushed her tears away. “He told us that there’d be this… big reveal. A gay scene, something that showed us he was being open. I kept waiting. But it never happened.”
A wiry man named Tom, who had remained silent until now, shifted in his seat. “I was ready to quit so many times,” he muttered, “but then he’d say something… sweet, just enough to pull me back in. I’d convince myself it was worth it, that I was just overthinking things. But all he did was use us, like puppets. He doesn’t even know we’re real people.”
Helen took a deep breath, her voice calm and steady. “Brad didn’t see any of you as individuals. To him, you were followers, a number on his screen. What he exploited wasn’t just your money, but your hopes and your need for connection. Each of you has something to heal here, and you need to remember—you’re not at fault for trusting him.”
The final member, Ethan, a quiet man with a slight tremor in his hands, spoke at last. “I feel… ashamed,” he said softly. “I thought I could see through people, you know? But I wanted to believe him so badly. I… I thought he was the one thing in my life that made me feel alive. Now, it’s all just empty. I feel like I don’t even know myself anymore.”
The others looked at Ethan, their own pain reflected in his eyes.
Helen leaned forward. “Each of you gave Brad something personal—your trust, your money, your emotions. It’s natural to feel hurt. But, together, you can start to take that power back. Brad doesn’t get to define your self-worth. You do.”
A quiet murmur of agreement went around the circle. Anna, still looking down, wiped her eyes. “So… what do we do now?”
Helen looked at each of them, her face kind but resolute. “You start by forgiving yourselves for believing in him. And then, you let go of the need for closure with him. He will never be able to give you what you’re looking for. But, in this room, you’re not alone. You’re stronger than he ever was. And together, you can heal.”
For the first time since the session started, there was a sense of relief in the circle—a feeling that, maybe, moving forward was possible.
These people emotionally manipulated by Brad are the same ones who get catfished by ‘Saudi princes’ who promise to marry them and share their millions as long as they wire transfer 5 grand for a Visa.
I just cannot believe people become so attached to a guy selling dick pics. Only Fans isn’t a dating website
I just cannot believe people become so attached to a guy selling dick pics. Only Fans isn’t a dating website
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wait wait wait, I also sell ass photos and videos!These people emotionally manipulated by Brad are the same ones who get catfished by ‘Saudi princes’ who promise to marry them and share their millions as long as they wire transfer 5 grand for a Visa.
I just cannot believe people become so attached to a guy selling dick pics. Only Fans isn’t a dating website
A perfect summary. Anyone who is intelligent understands what it is about. You don't need to think any further about those who make fun of it. Only opportinists.
better read the long message from NT28779. Do you recognize your exemplary behavior? Actually, you should be ashamed of yourself.
Hey @LoverBoyBrad are you still scamming guys out of their money by telling them you love them and that they are yours? It’s funny how when a person stops your subscription those former subs don’t exists until you need some money and you reach out again
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I do f*ckin' adore your sense of humor! LMFAO!!!!
Girl pls if you actually believed he loved you that’s on you. You’re a grown man
Imagine thinking a whore you're paying actually loves you 
Whodis if you cancel Netflix they ain’t gonna give you it for free just cos you watched it for 3 years.
