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In the dimly lit room, a lone figure, his cock aching with need, begins his self-imposed ordeal. Each stroke brings him closer to the edge, his body tensing, breath hitching, as he fights the urge to cum. Precum coats his shaft, making his grip slick and tantalizing. His Goddess's voice echoes in his mind, "Not yet, my pet," keeping him in check. The room echoes with his labored breaths, the rhythmic sound of his hand working his cock, and the wet, lewd noises of his flesh meeting flesh, as he endures his torturous, exquisite journey of orgasm denial.