A circle of men, cocks out, hands working feverishly, surround a single, lucky recipient. The room is a symphony of grunts and slapping flesh, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and pre-cum. One by one, they begin to cum, their loads arcing through the air, landing on the recipient's face, chest, and stomach, until they're covered in a glistening, sticky layer of cum. The room is silent for a moment, save for the sound of heavy breathing, before the men, satisfied, begin to clean up their mess.