Not even breaking can save you. When every last drop of willpower you have isn't enough to tell your arms and legs not to pull on your bindings, you will strain until you can't strain anymore. You can cry your eyes out until they are completely dry. You can try to catch your breath knowing that it's futile. You can try to contain those whimpers and chirps until you don't have a speck of strength left anywhere but your cock, and the last thing you can possibly muster is weakly mouthing that your balls hurt so fucking bad. Then I'll tell you "that's wonderful, but I wish they hurt more." And my wish will always come true. It's okay if you feel like you can't handle it. I don't want you to be able to handle it. Because even at the point that you crumble into pieces, you will still be tied up. You will still be my property. You will still be a helpless sex toy. You will still be tantalizing me. And most of all, you still won't be any closer at all to ever being allowed to cum.