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Tied securely, yet free to move, he revels in the sensation of his throbbing cock rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. No hands, no control, just the insatiable need to cum. He grinds, he thrusts, he writhes, the friction building, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His cock strains against the denim, a tented testament to his arousal. With a final, desperate buck of his hips, he finds his release, hands still bound, cock untouched, as he paints the floor with his hot, sticky cum.