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Bound by steel, the sissy's bladder aches with the weight of his golden nectar. The city's noise fades as he focuses on the single, urgent need to release. In a quiet, concealed corner, he frees himself, the warmth of his stream a brief respite from his enforced chastity, the scent of piss filling the air as he finishes, vulnerable and exposed.