Locked tight. The harder he gets, the more I enjoy his suffering.

Look at that pathetic little thing, already twitching just from my hand.

You really are such a desperate, cock-hungry loser. So needy, so weak.

And for what? You know exactly what's coming. You're not getting release. You're not fucking

anything. I'm just playing with you, stroking you slowly, building all that pressure,

just to lock it away. Poor toy, did you really think this would end with you coming?