Unseen by the world, he indulges in his own pleasure. His cock, a solace, a plaything, a source of endless fascination. He explores it, teases it, coaxes it to life. The room fills with his heavy breaths, his moans low and guttural. His hand, slick with pre-cum, slides up and down, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. He's a sculptor, his cock the clay, and he's carving out his own ecstasy.