In a dimly lit room, Freak Nasty Polo takes center stage, ready to verify his status. He runs his hands over his body, feeling every contour, every ripple of muscle. His cock, already semi-hard, tents his boxers. He slips them off, letting his heavy, veined cock swing free. He spits into his palm, lubing up his shaft, and begins to stroke. His eyes roll back, lost in the sensation. He picks up the pace, his fist a blur, until he groans, his body tensing as he coats his abs with ropes of hot, white cum.