Alone in the dimly lit chamber, he begins his ritual. Slowly, his hand wraps around the hardening length, teasing it to full attention. The wet tip glistens, begging for more as he picks up speed, his grip tightening. The room fills with the symphony of his pleasure, the sound of his hand against his flesh, and his ragged breathing. With a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his climax, painting his chest with his essence before collapsing, spent and satisfied.