A taut string encircles the base of the engorged member, the gray sweatpants doing little to conceal the monumental bulge. The string, tied securely around the balls, adds an extra layer of intensity, the pressure building with each passing moment. The fabric stretches, the seams threatening to burst under the weight of the swollen cock, the outline of every ridge and vein clearly visible. The game of control and denial plays out, each subtle movement sending waves of pleasure and pain through the bound manhood.