In a private tribute, he honors his carnal desires, his hand a faithful servant, stroking his rigid flesh with a devotion that belies his isolated state. His body tenses, toes curl, as he nears the precipice, the intensity building with each thrust of his hips. A guttural moan escapes him as he reaches his peak, his body shuddering with the force of his release, a silent homage to the power of his own touch.