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In the raw, unfiltered reality of his room, he strips, his cock already hard and leaking. He winds a length of rope around his wrist, binding it tightly before looping it around the bedpost. His other wrist follows, stretching him out, vulnerable and exposed. With a grunt, he wraps his bound hands around his shaft, stroking with a fierce urgency. His body tenses, muscles taut as he fights the restraint, his cock pulsing as he paints his abdomen with his climax, his ragged breaths echoing in the silent room.