The room is filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh as the young man performs his verification ritual. His hand moves with practiced ease, his grip firm and steady. He's a soloboy, a master of his own pleasure, and he's determined to prove it. He pushes his briefs down, letting his cock spring free, and begins to stroke himself in earnest. His hips move in time with his hand, his body tensing as he nears his climax. He's close, so close, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. And then, with a final stroke, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto the floor.