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"Cock," he whispers to himself, as if daring the word to offend. Yet, it's the very word that fuels his ardor, a lewd incantation that sets his pulse racing. He grips his shaft, feeling the velvet smoothness, the steel beneath. His mind races with images, each one more explicit than the last, driving his hand to move faster, harder, until he can hold back no more.