( Truths are testable ! ) by (db)

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Their ruination came,

when obsession took its toll

not by any knowing, nor intention; merely a natural consequence of sex drive

- its excitement, its buzz, its greed, its insatiability - its loss of control;

once started - can't STOP.

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And then its too late.

Too late to resuscitate.

Too late to ponder ! Imaginable and untried sexual experiences that might

have been - are now nought but thought wonder.

Too late; full STOP.

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Regrets ? ( if asking's not unfair )

But from which viewpoint ?

What once was is finished - forever gone - and there's no way to repair !

Life is quite different now, though life itself, and the loves that are my life,

these never STOP.

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You see I've this satin soft skin and moob blooms instead of pecs,

Wife says I'm now more like a Tranny, as my mirror reflects.

No longer that 8" rod-hard all-nighter, no male prowess, nor any admirable

physique. And 'knowing' doesn't help, when testosterone's invigorations have

come to a STOP.

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So how did it happen,

this man's 'change of life' ?

Easy. It was bald bodied sex pleasures, entrancing ball 'play', and the ever

'satisfying' grip of my Wife. Squashings and squeezing made me harder; I

never wanted that to STOP.

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You see I squeezed my own balls too - real hard,

or banded them tight and shoved them up my arse.

Ball torture thrills are addictive; like sex thrills only different; and it was the

squashed ball 'buzzes' more than sex, that I did

not want to STOP.

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I used to harmlessly bolt them between steel plates, then

slowly tighten - tighten - tighten them - real flat, or ( and this did it ! )

I'd lightly band them and pull them under a small wooden board, sit atop, and

self control a pleasurable endurance of that buzz - buzz - buzz. By myself

I could not STOP.

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My balls would eventually roll out squishy thin,

then later swell as if to burst,

yet they never became painful. In fact they seemed to numb and toughen up,

taking ever more for my pleasures; never a hint that for my own well-being

I might need to STOP.

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Then I could board ride upon

just !one! ball at a time

for head thrilling pleasures, that were really sublime. And with controlled body

weight rolling, I never wanted to cum, just had to keep going, so my heady

buzzes would not STOP.

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Next I preferred to not cum at all,

as I enjoyed my leisure pleasures,

and the more I continued - the more were the crunching sounds I heard from

those ball grinding pressures. I didn't care what was happening, I did

not want to STOP.

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And so by taking those 'pleasures', I had ignored,

the increasing scrunch forces, being necessarily endured.

One day whilst being brought off, I asked for my squeezings, to be told -

But I am ! As hard as I can ! I could not believe her; my Wife's efforts must

have come to a STOP.

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Still feeling nothing,

I looked down for myself.

Hey, I was being tightly squashed and extremely kneaded. Ooops. I could see

what was happening but my balls were feeling nothing. Testicular sensation

had come to a STOP.

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This was unbelievable - so unreal. Bizarre ! And yet fantastic !

Wow ! I bade her - keep going.

My nuts were as if anaesthetised and not actually my own !Yee-haa! She really

could not hurt my balls, and knowing this made me harder. Brilliant. I never

wanted this to STOP.

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And another thing that so excited me,

for being subliminally elating,

was hearing senseless balls arse slapping, with me feeling nothing. I didn't

want or need to cum, and I could repeatedly satisfy my wife

without needing to STOP.

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I was this epilated fuck machine,

that never needed relief.

I would smile knowing that my balls were being hard squeezed, and sessions

didn't knacker me after my Wife's need, or her multiple sex thrilling brought

her to a satiation STOP.

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Maybe it was me though, who needed to stop,

yet I had such that craving - I simply could not !

With continued board rolling I'd seen my cum lose its whiteness ( so what ! );

then pelvic contractions would not stiffen me ? Odd ? Why should ease of

erections come to a STOP ?

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I backed off on the squeezings, but no sensation came back, ( never did ! )

then it hit me - I could no longer stay fully hard through a decent fuck.

With effort I could eventually erect, but my penis sensation, thrills and orgasm

became feeble - not even desirable; my 'male' capabilities were fast

coming to a STOP.

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My once tender testicles were !dead!, like smooth squishy rubber blobs,

they no longer squirmed, and nothing could excite them - nor them me !

I didn't want or need to cum, and couldn't make it to orgasm; yet if I didn't,

every day, every week, I never got bad-aching blue-balls; that too had come

to a forever STOP.

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My knob end kept going soft, and my

shaft wouldn't / couldn't stay hard

inside my Dear Wife, for her repeat orgasms. She needed a stiffie to enjoy

her waves, chiding " 'That's' not what a woman wants". My sex capabilities

were fast coming to a STOP.

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Then there was that unforgettable day when Wife last suggested a quickie,

and my dick was utterly incapable of rising for the sexual occasion.

I excused; 'I can't - - - I'm sorry !' But she smiled. Did I see joy ? Then

a mocky titter, a pecky kiss, a huggy cuddle. Oh I must not worry ! Her

love would not STOP.

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Next evening 'we' needed to talk, but 'I' was a listener.

She would be relieved at no more sex between us; 'Not ever again !'

She'd choose toys to fill/thrill her ! Also (I had long known that my male

bulging had annoyed her when anyone called, so) any maleness showing was

now going to STOP !

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She handed me a packet - 'Try these.' = Speedo briefs

But they weren't my type, nor my size. 'Try them!'

They squashed me, balls up, weenie down and cut across my bum cheeks.

'Well let me see you - No - Turn around' 'Mmm' 'Again' 'Keep them on'

'Always'. (My full STOP.)

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Oh Shit ! This shouldn't happen !

I fell into a very real and deep personal shock !

I was struggling through night sweats and my penis wouldn't work as if its

nerves had been cut ! Life and sex as I'd known it, had suddenly

come to a STOP.

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Thought I could get my head around this, and

with self masturbation did manage just a little bit more.

Could deep breathe to deliberately invigorate myself bodily, and manage a

firmness with trickly relief. Too late for a sex life, but surely self-pleasurisation

need not ever STOP ?

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And through all of that struggling,

I found the tiniest bit of recovered buzz.

With a dildo up my arse I board rolled into heaven, with my nuts like smooth

fluid bearings underneath. Hard once again ! Not all pressure sensation had

fully come to a STOP.

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But that had been their final throw

for real ball squashing had been needed,

each separately under full body weight roll-scrunching, for me to be placated.

Next try I was buzzless, split my scrotum trying. It was (I was) pointless -

*my* final buzz STOP !

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Not even with old faithful - anal insertion

could I conjure up hard sexual erection.

In this my eyes had been gold medal practiced, seeking out, imagining and

desiring everything that would fit, would fill, would stretch. That need too had

come to a STOP.

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So no more the thrill from the sitting upon and

arse-gobbling up a lubed balloon containing water.

Nor an ability to 'party' shoot giant sperm;- a lubed 5x1/4 inch white modelling

balloon, 1/2" end inflated and deep plopped inside my urethra. Sexual tricks

brought to a STOP.

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In life my balls had been many colours,

big or small (or pinned) depending on their banding.

Now they can be any colour;- pink, or blue, or gold (but grey inside!) - lubed

and painlessly pushed inside a tight little balloon. Your colour ? Party fun

need not STOP.

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Also definitely no more the chance for a private show

that once fascinated Wifey and left her agog:

Pushing up balls, and then penis too: A smooth bodied man who could basal

push to fuck and cum up his own arse ! Such totally 'pointless' sex ingenuities

bought to a STOP.

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Since then there's been nothing physical,

no buzz; no libido; no lust; no second chance either !

Yet Wifey is so very pleased - at me never needing - never stirring - with my

flattened out, slowly shrinking and lifeless boy bits down below. All because

' I ' could not STOP.

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Me ? I've come to want these useless balls and scrotum cut completely away,

but I now have quieter pleasures in this life without need.

I no longer desire sex, nor seek to masturbate; I'm like a cat with the cream.

I don't smell male and live life as ' I ' think best; no Dick ruling my life or

ever making ' me ' STOP !

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I still get turned on, though you're not likely to know,

for without any spontaneous male 'show',

I need erotic stimulation, a ring and physical energisation to make anything

grow. But I've lost the inclination, and prefer that my calm asexuality is not

brought to a STOP.

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I still love my Wife, and women and pretty pin-up pics too,

including those of properly femmed or ball-less ex-males.

I can fantasise that I'm getting hard, but pelvic contractions make nothing

bulge. My eyes still challenge, and women would be amused, but their

entertainment need not STOP.

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Wanking ? I now do that differently - as a personal routine !

From limp dick - to eventual momentary firmness - then stop.

I could orgasm, but cumming would later make me very tired; so I don't ! My

'wanking' is for bodily energisation alone; a few minutes necessary exercise

that I should not STOP.

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My Wife had binned all my other undies and thongs,

and she seems nicer now I'm squashed always neat;- ( or is it me ? )

nothing outling, nothing jiggling, nothing falling out of place. I've gained a free

bodied abandon, with a satisfying 'know I'm flat' 'see-me-smooth' walk tall

confidence, that doesn't STOP.

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There is too a major irony, in me wearing

the controlling briefs deemed correct by my wife,

for I'd now so miss their constant tightness; reducing tucked-up dead-balls

and secreting droopy down below. I have an uncomplicated light-heartedness

that never STOPs.

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Then there is my 24-7 secret,

to these garments asexualising embrace,

for nothing shows when I feel occasional inner prostatic back squirts. I am

neat, and rendered sexually inactive, but inner fantasies, thrills and feelings,

these never STOP.

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And you know, every morning I do so rejoice,

with an overwhelming and esoteric delight,

at never waking with or getting a hard-on; just this smegless, inert 'softy', that

no longer leads or gets in 'my' way, or tempts impropriety. Could any ex-male

want this to STOP ?

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Unless you are like me - bedroom, beach and business -

you cannot know what I mean.

No one could have convinced me I'd prefer lycra for sleep and underwear, or

that I'd truly be happy at never again rubbing my hardness or tossing my load;

a contentedness that doesn't STOP.

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My Dick used to embarrassingly and inconveniently self stiffen,

with me forever lusting, chancing, and (Wife annoyingly) needing relief;

now it doesn't get hard and is constantly flattened away. Come-hither porn pic

beauties might look good but no longer get me going;- sap stirring distractions

so effectively STOPped.

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So guys do be warned; if you want to keep on being the stud,

don't ride out on that testicular buzz.

It's one way only, and has a tubule crunching toll. Sexed-up to your 'line's

end', then not 'sexy' at all. But Oh! - It was a thrill. So will you climb aboard,

to *your* next STOP ?

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And do watch out if

others love playing with your balls,

they might experience far greater thrills than you, knowing how they simply,

deliberately, and yet permanently, could emasculate you and bring your sex

life to a STOP.

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Or, maybe you already want to become non-medically neutered,

and give to yourself a pair of squashed small forever numb nuts,

say by your partner buzz-scrunching them, or by DIY ice-tub numbing and

quick buzzing them out as you ride on-board and roll each into smooth mush.

* No-one can make you STOP *

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Now I do hope that these facts have been quite clearly explained,

for the final outcome really is > totally irreversible <

It will ruin your coital capabilities, maybe you too and your relationships !

Buzz riding on your balls is one 'be-all' and 'end-all' for male sexuality;-

an everlasting (db) STOP !!!!!

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