In the quiet of his room, a young man named Max finds solace in his own touch. 'MASTI,' he whispers to himself, a secret code for his private ritual. He slowly strips, his body tense with anticipation. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, stroking rhythmically. He imagines the touch of another, his fantasy playing out in vivid detail. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a low moan, he finds his release, his mind and body satisfied, if only temporarily.