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He's a master of self-restraint, his hand a skilled artist painting pleasure onto his rigid cock. Each stroke is a dance, a tease, a promise of ecstasy held just out of reach. His body trembles, his groans echo through the room, yet he holds back, building, building, until finally, with a shuddering breath, he stops, leaving himself aching and unfulfilled, for now.