Wagner, a self-proclaimed maestro of self-pleasure, takes center stage in his intimate ballet. The room, his grand theater, echoes with the symphony of his desire as he begins his solo. His hands, his skilled orchestra, expertly tease and tantalize his eager body. His fingers dance along his shaft, tracing the veins that pulse with need. He arches into his touch, his body a delicate instrument, playing a crescendo that builds to a climax, his release painting his abdomen in stripes of white, a masterpiece of carnal art.