Jimmy, a picture of Catholic guilt, finds himself in the throes of solitary ecstasy. He's alone, but the weight of his upbringing bears down on him, his hand moving to his cock as if possessed. He's a study in contrast, his body writhing in pleasure, but his mind a whirlwind of 'shouldn'ts' and 'shoulds'. He comes, his body convulsing, his cock spraying his sin onto his hand. But as the haze of pleasure clears, he's left with the bitter taste of shame, his body betraying his beliefs.