The emo twink's bedroom is a shrine to his conflicted existence. Gay porn magazines litter the floor, their pages dog-eared and worn from countless late-night sessions. His mind screams at him to stop, to resist the urges that threaten to consume him, but his body betrays him. He watches the videos, his hand slowly moving to his crotch, feeling the growing bulge. He knows he should stop, but it's too late. He's already lost, and he can't do a damn thing to stop the inevitable release.