A lonely figure in a sea of self-imposed silence, he seeks refuge in the rhythmic motion of his hand. His cock, a rigid testament to his yearning, stands tall and proud. He teases it, his fingers dancing along its length, tracing the vein that pulses with life. His moans are swallowed by the gag he's taken to wearing, a silent scream of desire echoing in his mind as he nears the edge, only to pull back, prolonging his sweet torment.