In the dimly lit room, a man, Bulto, begins his private ritual. He pours oil onto his hands, the scent filling the air, and starts to massage his body. His hands, strong and sure, work their way over his chest, his abs, his thighs. He takes his time, each touch deliberate, each movement calculated to bring him pleasure. As he reaches his cock, he wraps his hand around it, feeling the smooth, hard length. He strokes slowly, his other hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears release. With a final, guttural moan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He collapses back, his body slick with sweat and oil, a satisfied smile on his face.