It's long, cinematic, mysterious; I may be jumbling it up because it felt like a fever dream. The man is a tall, dark, handsome, intentful businessman. He is conducting affairs making calls, he says something mysterious to another man on the street outside a building, maybe the camera shows the moon to leave you pondering... it's night: he's in his warmly-lit room kneeling and praying, he starts to flagellate his muscular rippled back... then it's another day: he's with another man. The home is bright, white and tidy, and the dude is between his thighs... the dick is too big for his throat. He can't breathe. He needs to come up for air.