Alone, He Feeds His Beast

In the dimly lit room, Kingjordan's hero explores the mysterious box, his anticipation palpable. Within, he finds a treasure trove of flesh, his junk aching to be unleashed. He strokes his length, the sound of his palm meeting his rigid flesh echoing in the silence. His gaze is locked, his movements steady, as he indulges in this solo ritual, his body tensing as he nears his peak.

• box
• hero
• soloboy
• junk

• Unknown