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In a private, dimly lit room, a man stands, his polla aching with need. He begins his vigil, his hand wrapped around his engorged cock, slowly moving up and down. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar pleasure building. He pauses, allowing the sensation to ebb before resuming his torturous pace. His body is a symphony of tension and release, a dance of desire and control. This is not just a handjob, it's a worship, a reverence for his own body and the pleasure it can bring.