Stroke or Suffer: My Deck, Your Desperate Dick

 I'm feeling like a game tonight, and you're my lucky little player or maybe not so lucky. Here's how it works: we each draw a card. If your card is higher than mine, you're in for the easy round you get to stroke that cock for me, exactly how I tell you, when I tell you, until I say stop. Sounds simple, right? But if my card is higher? Your hands go to your sides, and you don't touch anything. You just sit there and watch me tease you slowly, deliberately, mercilessly while your cock throbs and aches and you're desperate to wrap your hand around it again. Trust me, watching me and not being allowed to touch yourself is so much harder than you think. Every second feels like agony, and I love every moment of it.  We go back and forth, round after round, drawing cards, stroking and edging and suffering, until we reach the very end. One final card. The last draw. This is the one that decides everything. If you win: you get to cum. Hard. All over. Exactly how you've been aching to this whole time. But if I win... you don't get to cum at all. You leave here edged, swollen, and completely denied, with nothing but your frustration and my laugh ringing in your ears. And then there's option C. I'm not telling you what it is. You'll just have to play the game and find out. Maybe it's better than winning. Maybe it's so much worse. There's only one way to find out...