In a dimly lit room, a circle of naked men stand, their eyes covered by tight blindfolds. The air is thick with anticipation as they await the signal. When it comes, they let go, their streams of piss arcing through the air, baptizing the room and each other in a warm, golden deluge. The scent of urine fills their nostrils, heightening their senses. They groan, their cocks hardening as they feel the wetness on their skin. Some begin to stroke themselves, their hands slick with piss and pre-cum, as they rut like animals, their inhibitions shed along with their clothing.