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In the dim light of his sanctuary, he begins his secret ritual. His eyes close, imagining forbidden touch as his hand takes its place. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm that matches his racing heart. The air grows thick with his scent, a heady mix of sweat and desire. His breath hitches, a silent plea for release, as he brings himself to the brink, then tumbles over, panting and spent.