A muscular gay stud enters the room, his eyes scanning the space, a smirk playing on his lips. He's here to destroy, to leave nothing but satisfied wreckage in his wake. He runs his hands over his pecs, feeling the hard, defined muscles, before moving to his abs, tracing the lines, the valleys. He flexes, his biceps bulging, his veins popping. He moans, low and deep in his throat, as he begins to thrust, his hips moving with a power and intensity that's almost violent. He grunts, a primal sound, as he continues, his body a symphony of power and desire, ready to be unleashed.