Imagine it: your hand wrapped around that pathetic, lifeless piece of flesh, trying so desperately to will it into action. But it just hangs there, useless and soft, a constant reminder of your failure. You stroke and squeeze, your mind filled with images that should excite you, but nothing happens. Not even a twitch. It’s as if your cock has given up on you, just like you’ve given up on being a man. Every failed attempt to get hard sends you spiraling deeper into the abyss of your own impotence. You don’t just suffer from erectile dysfunction; you wear it like a badge of shame, a constant...

Imagine it: your hand wrapped around that pathetic, lifeless piece of flesh, trying so desperately to will it into action. But it just hangs there, useless and soft, a constant reminder of your failure. You stroke and squeeze, your mind filled with images that should excite you, but nothing happens. Not even a twitch. It’s as if your cock has given up on you, just like you’ve given up on being a man. Every failed attempt to get hard sends you spiraling deeper into the abyss of your own impotence. You don’t just suffer from erectile dysfunction; you wear it like a badge of shame, a constant, humiliating reminder of your total surrender to me.