In a dimly lit room, a gay man, dressed in nothing but a tight, black jockstrap, begins to move. His ass, a perfect, round globe, ripples with each sway of his hips. He runs his hands over his smooth skin, squeezing the flesh, before turning and bending over, giving the viewer an unobstructed view of his gaping, hungry hole. His dance is a tease, a promise of what's to come, a celebration of his desires and his freedom.