Under Mastergar's watchful gaze, a lonely lad explores his own body, his hands tracing the contours of his lean muscles. He grips his cock, feeling the pulse of life beneath his fingers. His strokes are steady, purposeful, his eyes closed in concentration. As he nears his climax, his movements become more urgent, his grip tighter. With a final cry, he comes, his cum splashing onto his stomach, a testament to his solo pleasure.