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In the throes of self-denial, our protagonist seeks refuge in the private dance of self-pleasure. The room, bathed in the soft glow of his screen, bears witness to his journey. His hand, a relentless metronome, guides his stiff cock towards its inevitable release. The keyboard, a silent accomplice, awaits its sticky reward. With a final, shuddering gasp, he surrenders, his seed erupting forth in a volcanic display, coating the keys in a glistening, cum-soaked masterpiece of self-indulgence.