Darius 878 presents an unadulterated display of solo ecstasy. Our unnamed protagonist, in the throes of carnal desire, takes center stage. His fingers dance along his rigid shaft, coaxing out beads of pre-cum. The room fills with his ragged breaths and the slick sound of flesh on flesh. Three times he brings himself to the brink, only to slow his pace, delaying the inevitable. The tension builds, his body tenses, and with a final, feverish stroke, he releases, ropes of cum painting his torso in three distinct arcs.