Little Devil
You do still have a chance to cum you know!
I have found that slaves must retain at least a small glimmer of hope, or they cease to amuse me: it's the dim and distant prospect of release that keeps losers like you under my feet and under my control. And as long as I have absolute control, you may serve to amuse me.
Remember: I may let you cum... maybe... some day... maybe today?... or maybe not... either way, the desperation I see in your eyes, and the twitching tension I see in that pathetic little baby cock is like sunlight to me: I feed off your frustration, and your whining and groaning makes me feel all the more powerful... and cruel.
Edge for me. Right now.
If you have looked at my tits since I turned to face you, pinch one ball (you may choose which one) between the thumb and forefinger of your non-wanking hand and slowly squeeze it. You should be in agony by the time you reach the edge. This is how I would punish your insolence. It is a remarkably effortless method of issuing pain, don't you think? Once you're at the edge, and whimpering in pain, you may continue.
If you have not yet looked at my tits, let go of that thing, and punch yourself in the balls. Three times. What the fuck is wrong with you? You're male, and they're perfect. You shouldn't be able to take your eyes off them, even if I tell you to! Hahaha: now you don't know what to do, do you little worm!
Punch each ball once more, then get to the edge and