Under the cloak of night, a young man succumbs to his primal urges, his hand a poor substitute but a welcome relief. His strokes are firm, practiced, as he pictures scenes of taboo lust. The room fills with the sound of his labored breaths, his body tensing as he nears climax. With a final, shuddering groan, he finds his release, his cum coating his fingers, a secret, shameful satisfaction.