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"In a dimly lit room, a dominant voice echoes, 'Stroke yourself, boy. Follow my instructions.' You obey, your hand wrapping around your throbbing, uncut cock. Your other hand reaches back, rubbing your hole as commanded. Your breath hitches as you tease yourself, feeling your bulge straining against your clothes. Master's whispers are your only guide, pushing you closer to the edge, yet denying you release. Your body tenses, aching for more, as you struggle to maintain control."