The Satisfyer in hand, he begins his private concert. The first note is a soft buzz against his eager flesh, making him gasp. He explores every inch of himself, the Satisfyer's symphony of sensations pushing him higher. His strokes become more urgent, his body writhing to the rhythm only he can hear. The crescendo builds, his heart pounding in time with the Satisfyer's hum. With a final, desperate stroke, he reaches his climax, his body singing out in release, the Satisfyer's symphony reaching its finale.