Bane, a man of few words, turns his attention inward, seeking refuge in his own body. His massive cock tents his pants, begging for attention. He obliges, freeing it from its confines and wrapping his strong hand around it. He pumps slowly, feeling every inch of his length, his grip tightening as his desire grows. His other hand trails down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently. The room echoes with his ragged breaths and the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his pace quickening as he approaches his peak. With a guttural groan, he finds release, his hot cum painting his torso in thick, sticky stripes.