Another Day Another Dick Locked

I own that cock. I own his fucking ruin. Fingers wrapped tight around that thick, circumcised shaft, stroking slow then fast, pushing him right up to the edge until his hips jerk and that slit starts to leak. One more twist of the wrist and he’s right there. Right there. I pull off at the last second, watch him throb and twitch in the open air, hear the desperate little noise he makes when nothing happens. Click. The cold steel snaps shut again, the lock snaps into place. He groans. I laugh. My rules. My game. Another day, another dick locked.