Isolated in his sanctuary, he surrenders to his primal urges. His fingers dance over his skin, pausing at his throbbing member. He grips it, pumping rhythmically, his mind flooded with carnal images. The air grows thick with his musk, his ragged breaths echoing in the room. His muscles coil, and with a guttural moan, he climaxes, marking his torso with ropes of semen.