Steel-On-Skin Solace

In a dimly lit, metal-clad room, a lone figure seeks solace in the weight of iron against his skin. His calloused hands, accustomed to the tools of his trade, now grasp his rigid cock. The cool, unyielding iron provides a stark contrast to the heat and softness of his yearning body. He works himself methodically, his breath hitching as he imagines the rough, unrelenting touch of the metal tools on his sensitive flesh. His body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he finds release, his seed pulsing onto the cold, hard floor.

• iron
• soloboy

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