The sacred space of the confessional is desecrated by the sweet scent of fear and anticipation. A young man, barely legal, enters, seeking guidance from the father. The priest, a man of the cloth but also a man of flesh, senses the boy's turmoil. He asks him to bare his soul, literally, by revealing his most intimate parts. The boy, with trembling hands, unzips his pants, exposing his hard, untouched cock. The priest, his voice barely concealing his excitement, instructs the boy to stroke himself, to confess his sins of lust through his actions. As the boy's hand moves up and down his shaft, the priest's own lust grows, threatening to consume him.