In a cramped, dark confessional, a young Italian boy, barely a teenager, finds solace in his solitude. He's no ordinary boy; he's a soloboy, a worshipper of the sacred art of self-pleasure. He pushes down his pants, revealing his thick, uncircumcised cock. He strokes it gently, his other hand kneading his tight balls. He whispers prayers, his voice thick with lust. His body tenses, his cock jerks, and he spills his sacred offering onto the worn wooden kneeler, a testament to his devotion.