In a private, dimly lit room, a man stands tall, his body a canvas of sinew and strength. He begins to touch himself, his hands tracing the lines of his torso, pausing to squeeze his nipple, before migrating south. His cock, already semi-hard, thickens and lengthens as he grips it firmly, running his palm from base to tip, his breath hitching slightly as he revels in the pleasure of his own touch.