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DaDick, newly released, finds himself alone in a damp, dimly lit cell. His uniform, a symbol of his past, still clings to his sweat-soaked body. He reaches into his bag, pulling out a bottle of baby oil. The scent fills the room as he pours it onto his chiseled muscles, his hands tracing the lines of his abs. His cock, a beast of its own, twitches, hungry for attention. He grips it firmly, the oil making his hand glide effortlessly along its length, lost in a world of his own, masturbating to the rhythm of his pounding heart.