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You’re not special. You’re not unique. You’re just another porn loser whose nerves are fried, whose cock barely works, and whose only real pleasure now comes from shoving fingers up your own ass. I see it in your twitch. In the way your breath catches when I tell you to curl that finger just right. Your prostate lights up like a broken circuit board — because that’s all that’s left. The endless hours of edging, the gangbang porn, the anal videos — they rewired you. And now? Now you need this. You crave the burn, the stretch, the shame of being your own worst pleasure dealer.I don’t even have to touch you. Just talking about it has you leaking, clenching, already grinding on your own hand. So I make you do it yourself — one finger, then two, curling deep, punishing that swollen gland until your spine locks and your eyes roll back. This isn’t masturbation. This is rebirth. The old way — jerking your sad little dick — is dead. You’ll never cum that way again. Not after you’ve felt your prostate erupt from pure, agonizing pressure. Not after you’ve squealed like a bitch, smacked your own balls raw, and milked yourself into a squirting, drooling mess on command.Your body was built for this. Your mind was ruined for it. And I’m the one who puts the pieces together — making you slap your ass, slam back onto your fingers, scream into the void while you on your own orgasm. And when you finally spurt — face down, ass up, cock— I don’t let you clean up. You lick it off your thighs. You swallow your shame. You beg to do it again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.Because this is your truth now. You’re not a man. You’re a prostate slave. A CBT junkie. A pornosexual with no off switch