I don’t like you. And I don’t like your cock either.
And your cock seems to be the root of all your trouble. It just can’t stop getting you in trouble. Your cock’s the problem and we’re going to take care of it.
Once I do, you’ll be free.
But I can’t cut it limp, I want to inflict the most pain on it. I want it at full attention, when it causes the most trouble, when it’s at it’s worst to cut it off and put it out of its misery.
And you’re excited over this concept. Your cock is growing despite the fact that this will be your last erection EVER.
Right to the brink of orgasm and then cut you off… literally.