His cock, thick and veined, stands at attention, begging for his touch. He wraps his fist around it, feeling the heat, the pulse of life. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to release. The room fills with his ragged breaths, the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the wet, slick sounds of his pre-cum lubricating his arousal. He's a symphony of solitary pleasure, a master of his own domain.