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In the harsh morning light, a cut Adonis struggles with his monstrous morning wood, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He's learned discipline, controlling his orgasms for days, but today, the beast in his pants has other plans. He grips his thickness, feeling the pulse, the veins throbbing with need. His fist moves in long, slow strokes, teasing the sensitive flesh, edging him closer to release. He grits his teeth, fighting the urge to explode, his body tensing as he holds back, a symphony of self-denial playing out in the silent room.