Kenneth, in the throes of self-pleasure, is a study in contrast - raw, primal desire tempered by a certain elegance. His cock, a work of art in its own right, is worshipped by his skilled hand. He knows every ridge, every vein, every sensitive spot. His strokes are precise, calculated to drive him to the brink and back again. He's a maestro, his body the instrument, playing a symphony of pleasure that culminates in a crescendo of ecstasy.