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A lone bull, craving release, turns to his trusted companions: a thick cockring and his own powerful hand. The room is his stage, the cockring his director. He slides it on, the metal cool against his heated flesh. His grip tightens, strokes becoming firmer, faster. The cockring's pressure builds, his balls swelling, his breath hitching. Pre-cum slicks his passage, his fist a relentless, pounding force. The room pulses with his rhythm, his grunts a primal symphony, as he races towards his explosive finish.