A young, eager boy stands alone in a stark, unfamiliar room, his heart pounding in his chest like a kick drum. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the solo verification rite that lies ahead. His hands, slightly trembling, move to his belt, unbuckling it with a clink that seems deafening in the silent room. He pushes his jeans down, stepping out of them, his cock already half-hard, tenting his boxers. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband, pulling it down slowly, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He wraps his hand around it, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him as he begins to stroke, his eyes fluttering closed, his mind filling with the fantasies that will guide him through his solo initiation.