The camera pans over his body, a landscape of sinew and ink, before settling on his crotch. His cock, a fat, veiny beast, strains against his shorts, desperate for release. He leans back, his eyes closed, his hand working his length with a fierce urgency. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body glistening with sweat. He's a man possessed, his hand a blur as he fucks it, his hips bucking, his body tensing as he nears the edge. His cock swells, his balls draw up tight, and with a guttural roar, he comes, ropes of cum shooting out, landing on his tattoos, his abs, his chest, a testament to his raw, unbridled pleasure.