Moundtana, the infamous Brooklyn muscle man, steps into his cramped apartment shower, the steam already thick in the tiny space. He strips off his sweat-soaked clothes, revealing a body honed by years of hard work and heavy lifting. His massive cock, already half-hard, swings heavily between his legs. He turns on the water, gasping as the cold first hits his skin, then moaning as the heat seeps in. He lathers up, his hands gliding over his slick flesh, pausing to grip his cock, stroking it slowly to full hardness. The shower fills with the sound of his ragged breathing and the slapping of his hand against his flesh, the mirror fogging up with his desire.