In the stark light of dawn, an amputee man battles his morning wood in a pair of unforgiving tighty whities. The shrinking fabric grips his cock and balls, a torturous embrace that has him gasping. With each movement, the friction increases, his stump sensitive to the rubbing. The struggle is real, the denial palpable, as he tries to go about his morning routine, his body betraying him with waves of intense sensation.