In the quiet of his room, a young man, untouched by time or experience, explores the limits of his flesh. He's Asmodeusdublanc's latest find, a shy 21-year-old with a hidden hunger. Alone, he gives in to temptation, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing. His strokes are tentative at first, then gain confidence, matching the rhythm of his racing heart. The room fills with his soft moans, a symphony of solo pleasure.