Stebanelijah, the inked god, finds solace in his home gym, his body a temple he's eager to worship. He starts with the weights, his muscles bulging and contracting, a symphony of power and control. But his body yearns for more, his cock twitching in his shorts. He drops the weights, his hand going straight to his bulge, rubbing and squeezing. He moves to the floor, his body writhing, his strokes getting faster, harder. He's close, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. And then he's there, his cum shooting out, his body shuddering with the force of his release.