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In the intimacy of his room, he stands, a tower of ebony flesh, his enormous cock tenting his pants. He unzips, letting it spring free, a monster of meat, veined and pulsating. He grips it, feeling its weight, its power, before he starts to stroke, his fist barely able to encircle its girth. He's a king, and his cock is his scepter, ready to rule.