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In the privacy of his room, he engages in a battle of willpower, a test of self-control. His large, veiny cock stands at attention, throbbing with need. He starts slow, a gentle caress, building up to a tight fist, pounding his flesh. His hips buck, legs tense, but he stops, breathes deep, resets. He switches it up, using both hands, alternating speeds, exploring every inch of his rigid member. He's a master of denial, his body wound tight, on the brink, yet he holds back, delaying the inevitable. His skin glistens, cock leaks, but he persists, a symphony of pleasure and restraint, until finally, with a guttural groan, he allows himself the sweet release.