The weight of his collar presses heavily on Denis Lessie's neck as he locks the door behind him. The room, dimly lit by a single candle, is a stark contrast to the vibrant church he's left behind. With a trembling hand, he reaches for his zipper, revealing his throbbing erection. He tentatively touches himself, his mind a whirlwind of religious texts and carnal desires. As he picks up pace, his body betrays his vows, arching and bucking until he finds release, his cries of ecstasy echoing in the small room.