In the dimly lit dungeon, a lone boy, Albertito0's latest find, takes center stage. His hands roam his body, caressing his soft skin, pausing at his hardening cock. The room fills with his soft moans as he strokes himself, his breath hitching as his fingers find his tight, virgin hole. He imagines the whip cracking, the sting of leather on skin, the commands of his domme. His strokes quicken, his body tensing as he nears his peak.