In the throes of self-inflicted torment, a waxed and bound gay man awaits his self-administered discipline. The first stroke of the cane leaves a thin, red line across his ass, his body tensing, toes curling. He counts, his voice ragged, each number a step closer to his release. Wax drips onto his back, the heat a stark contrast to the cool air. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, as he nears the edge, the cane's kiss pushing him over into a shuddering, gasping orgasm.