How sad and pathetic you must feel to be a failure in all aspects of your life, including the sexual one, that you can't even be stopped and they don't give you the measurements either.
"Should we be making him cum again and again, when he has the big game tomorrow?" "I don't give a fuck about the game. If he does, then HE can keep his cum on a leash. C'mon, boy, we can't MAKE you lose another gigantic load, can we?"