blueblind asked:
What are my thoughts on testicles? I think they’re fucking great. I love them. All of them. Especially my own. I highly recommend that everyone have a pair! What’s not to love about balls? They’re the source of life! They churn sperm [200M in a day to be exact]. They create testosterone. They smell amazing [well, mine do]. They taste delicious. They’re [usually] aesthetically pleasing. They’re an integral part of the Holy Trinity: Bro-Hole/Bate-Meat/Bull-Balls. Where would we be without them?

As for CBT, I don’t know. Do I like to give my boys a good working over? Sure. I am an avid fan of ballstretching. The more rings n’ things I can get on them & the longer & lower I can get them to go, the better. Do I slap them around some? Sure. Do I smack my dong around like it owes me money? Always. I like a little *sting* here & there. When my cock & balls ache for bate, I kinda get off on making them ache just a little bit more.
If I’m getting my knob slobbed, I prefer it rough. I can’t begin to tell you how disappointing it is when some foofy faggot is down on his knees in front of me licking my dick delicately like a lollipop or playing with it like it was made of porcelain. It pisses me off. It’s a piece of fucking meat & it needs to be treated as such. I like teeth. I like a good hard Hoover suck & I fucking love the feel of teeth scraping. I dig my frenulum getting nibbled & gnawed on. I love trying to fit my entire ballsack + my bone into a mouth all at once. I really get into being orally milked [no hands] & edged by only lips, teeth, tongue, & throat. I especially love it when my fuckin’ meat is used like a chew toy or a pacifier for hours on end by some demented cum pig who eats nothing but semen for breakfast, lunch, & dinner. Those are the kind of dudes that know how to do my dong right.

In terms of actual hardcore Cock & Ball Torture, much like a true CBT fetishist’s nuts: I’m completely split down the middle. Some of what I’ve seen looks cool–as in: all the equipment & apparatuses & attachments make for a good photo op. It’s interesting to gawk at & to study with wonder. However, a lot of it is over my head. I’ve caught sight of some unspeakable shit & its made my dick go instantly limp & caused my balls to retract up into my body to seek immediate safety & shelter. When it comes to sticking needles in places where needles should never be stuck or slicing into things that should never ever ever never get cut, I take issue. Listen, I love all the dick liquids–but piss & cum is more than enough. Let blood stay where blood ought to be. Inside. And not for nothing, but if someone punches or kicks me in the nuts, they better be prepared to run cuz I’m punching or kicking them upside the head as soon as I’m up. Come within a 10-foot radius of my shlong with sharp objects? Bitch, I’ll cut you first.
So, mostly, when I hear about or see extreme acts of CBT, I get disturbed & unnerved by it. I think, “Why? Whhhhyyyyy?!! Like, what in the actual fuck? How come you hate your penis so much? Why are you doing that? That can’t be fun. You’re going to do permanent irreparable damage. What did your dong ever do to you to deserve such hateful treatment? Your balls aren’t supposed to be doing that. Stop doing that. Why are you doing that?!”

To each his own, I guess. Whatever floats your boat. Just keep that fucking boat far, far away from my penis, please. In another ocean. On another planet.
-BackwoodsTrash





