Arod, the lone wolf, retreats to his den, the dim lighting casting long, tantalizing shadows. He strips off his clothes, revealing a physique honed by years of discipline. His hand, calloused from years of labor, wraps around his thick, uncut cock. He strokes it slowly, feeling every ridge, every vein, as it hardens in his grip. His moans, low and guttural, fill the room as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking in rhythm. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.