Buried under blankets in the dimly lit room, Belted Boy gives in to his private desires. His hand traces the growing bulge in his sweatpants, tentatively rubbing through the fabric. With a sigh, he frees his throbbing cock, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His mind fills with vivid images of tender flesh meeting leather, each mental snapshot driving his strokes faster. His breath hitches as his grip tightens, the pleasure building with every fantasy-driven movement.