Michael, a man of discipline and control, lets his uniform fall open, revealing the beastly cock that lies within. His thick, veiny shaft pulses with desire, the head glistening with pre-cum. He grips it firmly, his rough, calloused hands a stark contrast to the smooth, sensitive skin of his cock. With a low groan, he begins to stroke, the sound of his hand moving up and down his length filling the room as he loses himself in the moment.