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In a private, dimly lit room, a brawny, inked man stands alone, his breath already heavy with anticipation. His gaze is locked onto the mechanical beast before him - a monstrous fuck-machine, its phallic attachment glistening with lube. With a flick of a switch, it roars to life, thrusting and pulsating. He leans back, his hand stroking his already stiff cock in rhythm with the machine. His other hand reaches down, his fingers teasing his balls, grazing his taint, as the machine's relentless pistoning drives him closer to the edge.