Alex Zko, in the solitary confinement of his room, surrenders to the primal urges that course through his veins. His fingers, nimble and eager, explore every inch of his muscular frame, pausing to tease the sensitive nubs of his nipples before descending to grasp his throbbing member. He strokes it with practiced ease, his grip tight, his rhythm steady, drawing out the pleasure, delaying the inevitable climax. The room is filled with the symphony of his pleasure, the sound of his hand working his cock, the ragged gasps of his breath, the wet sounds of his arousal.