The boy, under Mani95Y's watchful lens, is a prisoner of his own desires. He's a slave to the Dol that courses through his veins, making his cock throb and his heart race. He's a puppet, and his lust, the puppeteer. With a wild abandon, he jerks off, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. His strokes are fast and furious, his body tensing, ready for the explosion. And then, with a final, desperate cry, he comes undone, his cock pulsing, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.