The room fills with the scent of fresh sawdust and the quiet hum of a power tool, left running in the background. Our builder, clad in his worn boots and toolbelt, takes a seat on the sawhorse, his hands trembling as he unzips his fly. His small penis peeks out, pink and vulnerable, as he begins to stroke it tentatively. He describes the looks, the snide comments, the whispers behind his back, each word driving him to pump his fist faster, his face contorting with a mix of anger, humiliation, and desire. His body tenses, and with a final, shuddering breath, he spills his load onto the concrete floor, leaving a glistening puddle of shame and release.