In the sanctum of his chamber, a boy stands, his eyes closed, his mind racing with thoughts of the uncharted lands he's about to enter. This is his verification, his rite of passage, his body his temple, his pleasure his sacrifice. He runs his hands over his naked flesh, his touch igniting sparks, his breath quickening. His cock hardens, his grip tightens, his body tenses as he offers his essence, his verification complete.