In the throes of solitary lust, a man strives to resist the inevitable. His hand, a blur of motion, pumps his engorged cock, veins bulging with pent-up desire. He gasps, his body convulsing, as the first waves of orgasm threaten to consume him. But he's not ready to surrender, not yet. He grits his teeth, his fist a vice around his throbbing meat, determined to prolong his agony, to draw out the exquisite torment of denial.