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The pounding bassline echoes through the room, matching the throbbing in the DJ's pants. He's a professional, but this is different - the way the men move, the heat in the room, it's all too much. He watches, mesmerized, as they grind on each other, their hands exploring, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. His grip tightens on the turntables, knuckles white, as he fights the urge to join them.