Thiago, a man of duality, finds solace in the taboo. Kneeling before the altar, he prays, his voice echoing in the empty church. Yet, his mind wanders, filling with images of forbidden fruits. He rises, his cock straining against his priestly garments. In the sacristy, he gives in, stripping bare, his body a canvas of ink and sin. He jerks off, his fist flying, his groans echoing off the cold stone walls. He comes hard, his seed splattering on the holy texts, a testament to his conflicted soul.