The masseur, deprived of human touch for too long, gives in to his primal urges. His hand, slick with oil, glides effortlessly up and down his engorged cock. The friction sends jolts of pleasure coursing through him, his body tensing and releasing in sync with his strokes. The room echoes with his guttural moans, a symphony of pent-up desire finally finding its release. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and with a final, powerful stroke, he finds his peak, his body convulsing as he spills his load onto the crisp, white towel.