You've been saying how badly you want to lose your testicles, yet we both know you're too much of a fucking wimp to take me up on the choices I've already offered you. The Burdizzo is too intimidating for your weak little brain, and surgery is out of the question. How about being banded? Like livestock. Slowly saying goodbye to those nasty balls as they whither away to dust. Don't back out on me this time. Gender neutral language, some humiliation.
