Alone in his cell, the record-keeping slave indulges in a secret, forbidden pleasure. His hand, calloused from years of labor, wraps around his stiff cock, pumping slowly at first, then faster, as his breath hitches. The sound of his palm meeting his flesh fills the silent room, punctuated by his quiet, desperate whimpers. His body tenses, releasing a week's pent-up desire, leaving him gasping, spent, and guilty, yet satiated.