In the dimly lit workshop, a lanky twink, his skin glistening with sweat, hovers over his workbench. His sighs grow shallow as he leans into his task, his chisel slipping into the warm, inviting hole he's carved. The rhythmic thrusts quicken, his moans echoing off the bare walls. His body tenses, a guttural cry escaping as he finds his release, his tool embedding itself deeply.