In the dimly lit confines of a makeshift sanctuary, a young acolyte, Joven -17, performs a private ritual of verification. With only a flickering candle and his own body for company, he bares himself to the unseen gaze of his deity. His hand, a vessels of devotion, traces the contours of his form, exploring the hard planes of his chest and the soft curves of his abdomen. His breath hitches as he descends lower, his fingers wrapping around his rigid cock, a testament to his fervor. He strokes himself, his movements fluid and reverent, as if offering up each pulse of pleasure to the divine entity he serves.