In the dim light of the cloister, a young monk, his hormones raging, can no longer resist his carnal desires. He sneaks a peek at the forbidden images of men he's collected, his heart pounding. His hand trembles as it reaches into his habit, wrapping around his stiffening cock. He takes his time, stroking slowly, imagining the hands of the men in the photos on him, their mouths, their bodies. His breath hitches as he nears climax, his grip tightening, his strokes quickening. In the silence, only the sound of his ragged breathing and the soft, wet sounds of his hand on his cock echo.