Lost in the throes of self-pleasure, a man in the throes of self-pleasure, his body arching as he chases his release. His moans fill the empty room, his imagination running wild with illicit images. He's a master of his domain, his body a temple to his desires, his fingers his most faithful disciples. As he nears the edge, he lets out a guttural groan, his body convulsing as he finds his release.