Chitakshvin, the master of his craft, pounds away at his drum kit, the beat pulsating through the room. But his true passion lies elsewhere. He unzips his pants, revealing his throbbing, black dick. With a hungry look, he begins to stroke it in time with the rhythm, his hand a blur. The contrast of his dark flesh against the crisp white of his drumsticks is mesmerizing. He builds up speed, his breathing heavier, the music a symphony of his desire.