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In the dimly lit room, a lone figure sits, legs spread, stroking his engorged cock with agonizing slowness. He's an expert at edging, the art of bringing himself to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back, delaying his release. His body is taut, muscles rigid, as he fights the urge to cum. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his grip tightens, and just as he feels the familiar surge, he stops, backing off, starting the excruciating dance again. Hours pass, his cock glistens with pre-cum, his balls ache, but he persists, finding pleasure in the pain, the control, the endless tease.