In the soft light of dawn, a man's body responds to the day ahead. His cock, a beast of its own, stands tall and proud, demanding attention. He obliges, his hand a familiar companion as it glides up and down his length. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, the scent of his arousal. He teases himself, bringing himself to the brink, then backing off, delaying his gratification. It's a dance, a battle of wills, and he's the victor, his body shuddering with release.