Max, in his private sanctum, is a man possessed. His verification video, a ritual, demands complete surrender. He's a priest, his body the altar, his cock the offering. He anoints himself, his hands tracing the lines of his body, spreading a thin sheen of oil. His fingers find their way to his ass, stretching, preparing. He mounts the camera, his body facing it, his ass offered. He fucks himself, his body moving in a rhythm as old as time. His groans, raw and primal, fill the room. His body tenses, his ass clenching, as he comes, his cum dripping onto the floor, a sacrifice to the unseen forces that demand his verification.