Paul Greenwell’s 10-Year Descent into Total Patheticism
If you ever need a reminder that some people were born to be losers, look no further than Paul Greenwell. Paul isn’t just a loser; he is the undisputed, no1 loser the internet has ever seen.
The highlight of Paul’s week actually started as a mistake on my part. I was busy jerking my cock to a hot Spanish friend of mine on webcam, watching her fuck herself into oblivion with her dildo. I sent her a message telling her to get three of her girlfriends over so I could watch them take turns destroying her. Except, i was too busy stroking my cock as fast as i could and i accidently sent that message to Paul Greenwell LOL
Of course, the little whore was awake. He’s always awake. Probably staring at a sissy hypno loop until his clit turns purple. Paul doesn’t speak a word of Spanish, and the message i sent him by accident was in Spanish LOL he immedialty knew the message was not for him, after all, why would i be messaging him, it’s always him messaging me LOL. He replied right away, asking what it was, and the moment I told him what the message said, his whore brain went into overdrive. He didn’t care that the message wasn’t for him—he was just happy that I decided to spend 20 seconds of my time explaining the message ;). He immediately started begging me to stay online until his bank cleared his funds so he could pay for the privilege of being posted on my site as the number 1 dedicated loser.
I told the slut to message me when the money was ready and see what happens. And like a dog trained to a whistle, he did exactly that.
A few hours later, the notifications started rolling in. I saw them, of course, but I was busy enjoying my Colombian girl and had better things to do than reply to Paul. I let him sit in the silence. Three minutes later: “Master, Master, I just sent my fagcash, please post me, just give me two minutes!” I didn’t reply for another 40 minutes. I just sat back, stroking my cock, laughing every time my phone buzzed against the table. It wasn’t just a notification; it was the digital heartbeat of a loser sweating in his room, terrified I wouldn’t take his money.
To keep him from having a total meltdown, I eventually told him to go update his blog while he waited. Yes, Paul actually maintains a public diary of his own humiliation, where every post is a shrine to me. His latest entry really captures the essence of his sad life: “January 04, 2026: It took me 10 years and thousands to become MASTER ASHTONS NO. 1… now all I ever want to do is get his approval.” He has spent a decade financing my lifestyle, and he is genuinely grateful that I ignore him for days at a time.
Think about that. Ten years. Thousands of dollars. All for a few minutes of my time every few days.
When he isn’t frantically refreshing his banking app to send me cash, he’s usually alone in his room, fully committed to his craft (being a cheap bimbo slut). I’m talking the full ensemble: his favorite dress, heels, a cheap wig, and clown makeup, lying back and playing with his clit, watching hypno porn. Recently, he’s tried to make himself even more pathetic by locking himself in a cock cage. Honestly, it’s the smallest cage I’ve ever seen. There is no way he keeps it on for more than five minutes; the whore is too addicted to touching himself while fantasizing about me spending his money LOL
He wants the whole world to see how much of a loser he is. And the funny part? The entire world already knows, and they have known for years. Hes actually an idol for many other losers around the world. He represents the final stage of evolution for a dedicated loser: a bimbo slut who is the cautionary tale they all aspire to be: a man who lives and breathes being desperate, dedicating every waking moment to being as pathetic as humanly possible.
Its taken me a really long time to write this LOL I already know hes probably shaking with anticipation, thinking, “He didn’t even reply yet, but he took my money… oh god, I’m so great he took 20 seconds of his time to let me send him my fagtax, I love him so much.”
Paul Greenwell is the mascot of this site for a reason. Most people only dream of being this pathetic, but you actually had the stupidity to make it a career. Keep that clown makeup on —the internet needs something to laugh at 😉
