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In a dimly lit room, a man of faith succumbs to his carnal urges, finding perverse pleasure in the profane. He grips a crucifix, its cool, hard surface sending shivers down his spine as he presses it against his throbbing cock. The cross becomes his catalyst, his salvation, as he replaces it with a slick metal sound, pushing it inch by inch into his urethra. He's a puppet, his body controlled by the rhythm of his thrusts, fucking the sound with wild abandon. His moans echo off the walls, a blasphemous symphony of sin, as he nears climax. With a final, brutal push, he comes undone, his body convulsing as streams of cum spill onto the floor, a testament to his debauchery.