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In the dimly lit, sterile room, a lone figure lies on a simple cot, his hand wrapped around his substantial, uncut manhood. He begins to stroke, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a quiet grunt, he comes, his seed spilling onto his stomach, a testament to his self-gratification.