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Locked away, a prisoner to his own lust, he paces the room, the weight of his arousal a constant, maddening presence. His hand slips into his pants, wrapping around his engorged shaft, a fleeting comfort before the torture begins anew. Each stroke brings him closer to the edge, yet he holds back, prolonging his agony. The room echoes with his grunts, a symphony of restraint and longing, as he fights the primal urge to let go, to finally find his release.