Alone in his dimly lit room, Io, a young man of lean muscle and smooth skin, begins his intimate ritual. He lies back, his hand wandering down to grasp his hardening cock. He strokes slowly, his breath deepening as he feels the familiar pleasure. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them as his hips start to move in rhythm. He lets out a low moan, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch.