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Unbound, he stands, a solitary figure in the soft glow of his room. His hand, a skilled musician, plays his body, plucking at his flesh, drawing moans and gasps. His cock, hard and throbbing, demands attention, and he obliges, stroking it with a rhythm as old as time itself. His body, a canvas of desire, is painted with the hues of his passion, his skin flushed, his muscles taut. As he nears the crescendo, his body arches, his mouth opens in a silent scream, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his body trembling with the force of his ecstasy.