Alone in his den, he strips naked, his cock already at attention. He admires it, a master admiring his craft. He begins to stroke, slowly, building a rhythm that sets his body alight. He feels the heat, the pressure, the need. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He can feel it building, the tension coiling in his gut, his cock throbbing in his hand. And then, with a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering, his load painting the room with his satisfaction.