The clock ticks lazily, echoing the rhythm of his hand as it moves up and down his rigid shaft. His mind wanders, filling with fantasies of rough, passionate encounters, each one pushing him closer to the edge. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slapping strokes and his ragged breathing. He feels his orgasm building, a wave of pleasure that crashes over him, leaving him gasping and spent, his cum dribbling down his fingers.