In the quiet of his room, our solo artist unzips, revealing a beast that demands attention. He runs his fingers along its length, feeling the pulse of life within. With a confident grip, he begins to stroke, his wrist twisting and turning, coaxing moans of pleasure from his lips. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing, and with a final, forceful tug, he erupts, his load spewing forth, a testament to his self-induced ecstasy.