Alone with the Edge: Cock Cutting Fantasies

In the dim light, he sits, the throbbing in his loins a constant drumbeat. His hand wraps around his shaft, pumping slowly, his mind racing with vivid images of slicing, of danger, of the forbidden. He pictures the blade, the pain, the release. His balls tighten, his breath comes in ragged gasps. He's close, so close, but he hesitates, the reality of his actions crashing over him. Will he go through with it? The room is silent, save for the sound of his racing heart and the soft, rhythmic sound of his hand against his flesh.

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