A gay succubus, bound by a curse to only know self-love, retreats to his lair. He undresses, his body a canvas of lean muscle and smooth skin. His cock, already hard, throbs in his fist as he begins to stroke. He imagines the touch of another, his fantasy fueled by the lustful gazes of his past encounters. His hand moves faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as he brings himself closer to the edge, only to pull back, prolonging his self-imposed torment.