In the dim, quiet sanctuary of his room, a young man, Masturbada, finds solace in his own touch. He starts with a slow, teasing stroke, his hand gliding up and down his lengthening shaft. His breathing deepens as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. His free hand wanders, caressing his chest, tweaking his nipples, before migrating south to cup his tightening balls. His hips buck as he nears the edge, his body tensing, a low moan escaping his lips as he paints his chest with his release.