The night is dark and quiet, but the young man's room is filled with the sounds of his own desire. He's alone, but his imagination is vivid, painting scenes of taboo and ecstasy. He's a lone wolf, a mayate, taking what he wants without shame. His hand moves expertly, his mouth following suit, devouring his own length with a hunger that's almost animalistic. He's a creature of the night, satisfying his cravings in the darkness, his body convulsing with pleasure as he reaches his climax.