"Kit's boy, a submissive with a penchant for self-denial, is locked in his room, ordered to pleasure himself until told otherwise. He paces, his cock throbbing painfully against his tight briefs. He knows he must obey, but he also knows Sirandkit's rules - no touching his cock directly, no coming until told. He settles on the bed, his fingers tracing the outline of his hard-on through the fabric. He pinches his nipples, his breath hitching as he imagines Kit's hands on him. He grinds against the mattress, his body tensing as he teeters on the edge of climax, but he holds back, waiting for his Sir's command."