C, a self-proclaimed master of his own domain, creates a symphony of sensation in his private chamber. He meticulously prepares his body, his breath heavy with anticipation. He begins his dance, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes, his cock hardening under his touch. He teases, he taunts, he builds, his body a live wire of pleasure. He reaches for his urethral sounds, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He lubes it, his fingers tracing the cool metal, then, with a deep, guttural moan, he inserts it, his body tensing as waves of pleasure-pain course through him. He continues his masturbation, his body a testament to his self-control, his release explosive when it finally comes.