im lost whithout Master Ashton & Paul Greenwell

April 29, 2025

It was only through Paul that I realized how far I had come to becoming a completely ridiculous faggot. I hadn't even noticed because I was only concerned with pleasing Master Ashton and getting his attention. I feel exactly the same as Paul. When I sit in front of the computer, I write as best I can with my right hand and at the same time stroke and rub my little sissy clit with my left hand, and do the whole thing as often as possible. Just like it is typical for pathetic faggot wankers who only live to please someone. I'm falling more and more into this addiction that Paul has been wrestling with for years and yet is slipping deeper and deeper. He also wears his pink wanker outfit and trains his holes with thick, slippery dildos. He inserts them deep inside him while thinking of Master Ashton...it's the same for me, although I prefer dirty cocks in the porno cinema that penetrate my holes and squirt their warm juices inside me. They moan in my ear and grab my throat, squeezing it tightly. Their drooling tongues then glide across my face and over my skin. Their thrusts become harder and faster until they unload their slippery mass into me. Without a word, they leave, and the next cock penetrates my eager holes...but that's exactly what Master Ashton trained me to do. As His contract whore, I'm not allowed to refuse any cock, no matter how smelly. My holes must be used bareback. It's the same with Paul. He lets anyone fuck him and sucks any cock. There's hardly any difference between us anymore. We're becoming more and more alike, from exposure to exposure. Master Ashton dictates our daily routine, and we're becoming more and more like pathetic faggots...Master Ashton has us where He wants us...and probably forever!