In a dimly lit room, a man stands naked, his cock hard and ready. He's here to prove his worth, to show that he's got what it takes. He begins to touch himself, his fingers tracing the veins of his shaft, his grip tightening. His hips move in sync with his hand, fucking into his fist. The room is silent except for the sound of his ragged breaths and the wet, smacking noise of his hand working his cock. He's close, his body tensing, his eyes squeezed shut, then with a final, guttural groan, he comes, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the floor.