The stage is set for an intimate, private show. A young man, uninhibited and confident, takes center stage. He's a solo artist, his body his canvas, and his hand his brush. He paints a masterpiece of pleasure, his strokes long and sure, his rhythm steady. His body responds, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He's the conductor of his own symphony, leading himself to a crescendo, a finale that leaves him breathless and spent.