Apollon's solo paja is a symphony of self-love, a dance of desire that builds to a crescendo. He starts slowly, his hand caressing his thick polla with tender care. But as the heat rises, his strokes become more urgent, more insistent. His breaths grow ragged, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, his body convulsing with the force of his release.