The room is filled with the soft rustle of fabric as he strips, his cock springing free, already hard and eager. He picks up the cotton swab, running it along his length, teasing himself before pressing it against his slit. He gasps as it slides in, the friction a mix of pleasure and pain. He fucks himself with it, slow and steady, his body moving in rhythm, his breath coming in short gasps. The swab disappears inside him, his body tensing as he nears his release, only to pull back, prolonging his agony.