The sterile scent of the clinic fills the air as the men, anonymous in their roles, begin their dance. Hands, encased in latex, explore, teasing and taunting. A groan escapes as a gloved hand, slick with lube, wraps around a throbbing cock. The men, their faces a mix of lust and concentration, continue their silent negotiation, bodies pressed together, writhing in a rhythm as old as time.