"Tell me about your cock"

Mine has hard life. Beaten regularly since it was young, it used to stand a proud 8" arcing up to the heavens wearing a glorious helmet. An unfortunate incident with a steel ring and an over zealous lover left it battered and bruised.

Left with a soft spot and a permanent dent halfway up left it crippled and out of action for a couple of years as it recovered, with some loving oral and manual attention by its caretaker.

Now, in its senior years it's a mere shadow if it's former self, two inches shorter with a permanent upward curve it never had before. The once proud helmet head now looks up sadly at its owner from its former perch of glory and weeps occasionally.

Nevertheless, it still gets regular attention and oil massages by its handler, and to its dismay it doesn't get the opportunity to play with other partners like it used to do in its glory days. Let's hope that some caring soul takes pity on it and gives it the loving attention it so dearly craves.