I was fortunate enough to find someone who knows that conventional s** involving my o***** does little for me. I find inducing o***** in someone else a huge joy, at times a near religious experience, but to be honest it is a temporary high little different than a drug. The joy of it fades too quickly and odd as it sounds, I quickly meed more. The things that center and reboot me in my own headspace as not o***** driven. The primary things that reboot me can vary from latching onto a breast for non s***** purposes, to being slowly dripped with wax from a burning candle. But as incredible as those things are, even they pale in comparison to being subjected to long term intense testicle pressure, with bursts of blunt force trauma/impact, and either standalone or with that, my testicles and scrotum being pincushioned with needles, not just shallowly but deeply/through piercing of the testicles. Have never encountered such bliss as in those moments.