In the dimly lit room, the boy stands, his body tense with anticipation. He starts slow, his hands tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, before they find their way to his cock. He's hard already, throbbing in his hand as he strokes it. He's a vision of raw, uninhibited desire, his body glistening with sweat as he pleasures himself. He's here to prove he's worth Naughty Harbor's time, and he's doing a damn good job of it.