Brodie, the emo teen, is in his element, his room a sanctuary of darkness and desire. His tattoos peek out from under his tight band tee, a tease of the kinky delights hidden beneath. He's alone with his thoughts, his hand, and his throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, savoring the anticipation. His mind races with fantasies of rough gay sex, the kind that leaves him breathless and spent. He imagines a stranger, a dominant force, taking control, pushing him to his limits. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent until he's spilling over, his body shuddering with the force of his release.