Solitary Sanction: Unsheathing His Solitude

The echo of the heavy steel door slamming shut punctuates the silence, leaving the man to his private reverie. The harsh fluorescent light casts stark shadows, accentuating every ripple of muscle as he peels off his sweat-stained clothes. His cock, already hard and aching, bobs heavily as he sits on the cold, hard floor. He leans back against the wall, his legs spread wide, offering a lewd display of his ass and balls. His hand, slick with spit, wraps around his shaft, pumping furiously as he chases his release in this desolate, impersonal space.

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