In the dimly lit workshop, Da Oi, the punishing technician, finds solace in his solitary ritual. His thick, veiny cock stands at attention, ready for his expert touch. He spits into his palm, lubricating his generous length, before beginning a punishing rhythm. His grip is firm, his strokes long and deliberate, like the precise movements he employs in his trade. The workshop fills with the sound of his grunts, the wet slurping of his hand, and the metallic clanking of tools as he chases his climax.