With the door locked and the world outside forgotten, he begins his ritual. His hand, slick with lotion, grips his throbbing cock with expert precision. The 'punheta' technique is a dance of sorts, a rhythm of squeeze and stroke, twist and pull. His body responds, muscles tensing, breath coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure builds, a wave crashing against him, until he's left panting, his seed coating his hand.