Forgoing the traditional clientele, this masseuse turns his skills inward, crafting an intimate, private session that borders on the taboo. The room, usually filled with the chatter of clients, is silent except for the rhythmic sound of his own body moving against the plush massage table. His hands, usually soothing others, now bring him an intense, solo pleasure. He oils up, his hands gliding over his body with a familiarity born of years of practice. His touch lingers, his strokes becoming more purposeful, more sensual. As he grasps his throbbing cock, he begins a slow, steady rhythm, his breath hitching as he brings himself to the edge, then over, his body tensing, then releasing in a wave of ecstasy.