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His body is a temple, and his cock, a holy offering. Alone, he begins his worship, his hand a sacred vessel, gliding up and down his rigid shaft. His moans fill the room, each one a testament to his growing ecstasy. His body quivers, his abs clenching as he fights to hold back, to draw out the exquisite torture. But his resolve crumbles, and with a final, guttural groan, he surrenders, his cock pulsing, his hot, sticky seed spilling over his fingers and dripping down his fist.