In the soft, diffused light of his private chamber, a young man, unnamed but for the camera's lens, begins an intimate dance. He's a soloist, his body the stage, and his desire the choreographer. His hands trace the contours of his chest, fingers dipping into the ridges of his abs, before wandering lower, to theWAISTBAND OF HIS TIGHTS. He's a picture of restraint, his eyes closed, biting his lip as he slowly unveils himself, inch by inch.