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A muscular, anonymous stud, craving release, steps onto a unique treadmill - its belt lined with a row of massive, erect cocks. He begins to walk, the thick members rubbing against his soles, his calves, his thighs. His pace quickens, his breath hitches, as he feels the intense, unyielding pressure against his skin. The cocks slide, glide, and bounce, each one a promise of pleasure, but none to be had. He's a marionette, dancing on a stage of stiff, unrelenting flesh, seeking climax, but never reaching it.