In a twisted interpretation of the Last Supper, two gay men, bound by their shared blasphemy, engage in a carnal feast. One, playing the role of Christ, lies back, his cock hard and ready. The other, dressed in the robes of a priest, takes him in his mouth, his own cock leaking pre-cum as he worships at the altar of flesh. The room fills with the scent of piss and sweat, a symphony of sin.