In a dimly lit room, an anonymous soloboy finds solace in his own company. Boredom has led him to explore his desires, and he's more than ready to indulge. His hand wraps around his verga, feeling its pulse, its heat. He starts slow, a tentative exploration, but soon he's lost in the rhythm, his hand moving faster, harder. His body responds, arching, tensing, as he nears the edge. He's a master of his own pleasure, a soloboy in control.