"Batendo" is the rhythm, the beat of his heart as he pleasures himself. The boy, unnamed but not unknown to his desires, stands before a mirror, his reflection revealing a cock hungry for touch. He's a "soloboy," alone but not lonely, as he grips his shaft, feeling the blood pulse beneath his fingertips. His strokes are confident, eager, as he chases his climax, the room filling with his moans and the scent of his pre-cum.