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In the throes of intense desire, he begins his ritual, his hands working tirelessly to coax out the pleasure hidden deep within. His grip is firm, his movements deliberate, each stroke sending waves of sensation coursing through his body. He is a man possessed, his hands his only weapons, his body his battlefield. He fights on, even as his hands grow raw and tender, until finally, he achieves his goal, his body convulsing as he finds his release, his hands, spent and aching, fall to his sides, victorious.