The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of a young man's pleasure. He's alone, but his body is his companion, responding to his touch with eager anticipation. His hands roam over his chest, pausing to tweak a nipple, before moving lower, tracing the V of his hips. His breath catches as he wraps a hand around his hard cock, stroking slowly, feeling the silken smoothness of his skin stretched taut over the steel beneath. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them as he picks up the pace, his hips thrusting into his fist. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, the sounds of his pleasure echoing off the walls as he chases his release.