I've successfully destroyed my sexual stamina and turned myself a premature ejaculator incapable of having penetrative sex for fetish reasons. (I get off on blowing my load WAY to early and the embarrassment that brings.)

Let me explain.

I started by being able to turn myself on as much as possible without actually stimulating myself in any way. This began with watching hard-core porn and becoming intensely involved, then vivid imagination of fucking/being fucked. I would get really close to O'ing, then immediately begin viciously pumping my cock to start the ejaculation in the smallest amount of pumps, then just sort of let it dribble.

It got the point where I would have a raging hardon from nothing but images, then one or two pumps and I would being to spurt. That's when things got interesting.

I began to "phantom-jack", making a ring around my dick and jack off the air, imagining vividly that I was actually being stimulated. This was by far the most frustrating part of the process. I would leak, and twitch for hours. I would feel the hard pulse of oncoming orgasm, but it would never actually happen.

Until one day, I was concentrating so hard it felt like I was in a trance. I really believed I had my hand around my dick - even though there was 0 physical contact. I felt something "switch" in my body, and at once my prostate began to quiver and I saw a slow thread of cum leak out of my dick. I had just "thought" myself to orgasm.

It was at that point the floodgates opened. I immediately began training to "think myself off". I started watching porn and would be amazed that what would usually just cause erections now made me go over the edge. Slowly, I started using tamer and tamer material, until just looking at a pair of tits behind a thin t-shirt made me spurt all over my keyboard.

I was at this point that my fetish began to impact my life.

I work in an office, and only two days after I made myself cum just by looking at a female face online, I realized my efforts were now leaking into my career. I would get throbbing erections if I so much as looked at the mail-girl's breasts. I got into the habit of drinking tons of icewater at my desk just to have something to concentrate on.

The next week and the inevitable happened. I was watching a coworker fix her bra and my mind wandered, before I could reach for my glass of water I felt my crotch squeeze and tremble, and gasped as I was now releasing a load of cum into my light grey dress pants. I called in sick to leave early and started wearing a jockstrap.

It was at this point I started picking up women for the express purpose of playing out my fetish. I was now officially a hair-trigger; not even a one-pump-chump. ANYTHING remotely sexual would send me spurting beyond my control. My orgasm was now the neurological equivalent of a sneeze.

Without sounding vain, I am very handsome and quite tall - so getting women into bed was always easy for me. However the sex was now "pathetic" - which was just what I wanted.

We would get undressed and, while I was sitting on the edge of the bed she would turn around, revealing her nude body. Almost on command I would tense up and, to her chagrin, simply start spurting all over her floor.

I've came in my pants while making out, blown loads on girls thighs while she positioned a condom. Once I was lying naked on my back, flaccid. This older woman began to draw her finger from my neck down my chest. By the time she was at my cock I was already squirting all over her bedsheets.

The tragic part is; most of these girls find it supremely arousing that I blow my load at the drop of a hat, and always want to go for round two; which is pretty much as far as you can get from the belittlement and disgust I was craving as a reaction.

Oh well.