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The pup, encased in slick latex, awaits his orders, eyes downcast, cock aching. The drone, his silent overseer, directs the pup's every move. The pup's body, a canvas of spiraling patterns, tenses as he's ordered to stroke his engorged cock, only to stop just shy of climax. The game of edging continues, the pup's obedience absolute, his pleasure a commodity to be earned, not given.