In the throes of his dark psychological exploration, Jeremiah McPherson, a man of immense stature and even more immense cock, succumbs to the compulsion to worship his own flesh. He seeks out the privacy of a dimly lit room, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and shame. His cock, a monster of a thing, tenting his pants, demands release. He obliges, freeing it with a hiss, his eyes locked onto the sight of his own manhood. He begins to jack it, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, his mind a whirlwind of taboo thoughts and forbidden desires. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as it paints the room with his hot, sticky cum.