This solo session is a testament to self-control and denial. The man, bound by the promise of chastity, allows himself this one indulgence. His hand moves feverishly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room fills with the sound of his flesh slapping against flesh, the scent of his desperation. His release is explosive, a flood of pent-up desire spilling forth, painting his skin with evidence of his self-imposed restraint.