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The room is silent except for the soft creaking of the ropes as he shifts his weight, the only audience to his private show. His cock stands at attention, leaking pre-cum, as he imagines the ropes as the hands of a faceless lover. He tugs at the ropes, his muscles straining, his cock throbbing in time with his racing heart. His breath comes in short gasps, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate pull, he comes, his cock pulsing, ropes of cum shooting out, painting the floor with his release, a silent testament to his solitary vice.