A hidden camera captures a man's private, protracted worship of his own cock. The room, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, becomes his temple, and his body, the altar. His hands, calloused and strong, trace the length of his shaft, from the sensitive head to the heavy balls, drawing out his pleasure. He talks to his cock, encouraging it, commanding it, as if it's a sentient being. His body responds, twitching, pulsing, leaking, a symphony of sensation that plays out over three endless hours.