Alone in his sanctuary, he begins his ritual. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths as his hand works his throbbing length. He's a master of his domain, knowing just how much pressure, how fast, how slow to tease himself to the brink. His other hand wanders, pinching and rolling his nipples, cupping his heavy balls, before finally joining the dance, twisting and pumping in tandem. His body arches, back bowing as he finds his peak, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand and belly with hot, sticky ropes of cum.