Much later on I tried trimix, where I injected my cock with medication, and several times it worked well, but that was abandoned after its limited suc...cess.Today, 21 years later, I feel sexual, though having a sex life isn’t easy for me. I don’t have to worry about arousal in inappropriate situations. I don’t wake up with “piss hardons”.It remains bizarre to feel disconnected from my cock, unless it is being touched by me or my partner. I may sense that there is a little firmness, and. Being bad is an art form, to obtaining the maximum pleasure from the act, with the minimum risk of being found out. I check out my figure in the bathroom mirror, I know what I'm going to see, a slim body with small but nice shaped boobs, trim waist and long shapely legs; my face is young and innocent looking. In the lottery of life I've appeared to come up a winner.On the way home from school, I usually stop at the deserted barn. There I like to lie down in the sweet smelling straw. Pretty tame. . he waited for a while before giving it another 3 pumps, the pressure inside and the erotic pain of my stretched hole .. my cunt was on fire I was almost screaming .. “Please Master, no more I can’t take anymore” .. to my relief Master lets the mechanism drop between my legs, slaps my cheek, rubs my clit roughly “Sissy Slut” and walked away .. so many sensations radiating from my cunt I wasn’t in control of my body anymore and momentarily I thought I’d wet myself. Glancing between my legs. In fact, he had almost stopped since our parents had announced we were moving back. Finally, I grabbed his arm, and made him look at me."Peter, talk to me," I said, looking him straight in the eyes.He just looked at the ground. "Peter, be mature! You're seventeen! You will have to talk eventually, and now is as good a time as any. Mom and Dad are going to get really fed up with this you know. It's just going to make the transition all the harder. Please Peter."His eyes told me he understood.