Kneeling before the altar, a younger man, eyes downcast, begins his private devotion. His fingers trace the intricate patterns of the stone floor, a rhythmic dance that mirrors the one his hand performs beneath his loose robes. His cock, thick and heavy, aches with need as he prays for forgiveness, his voice barely a whisper in the vast, empty cathedral. His preacher's voice echoes in his mind, "Touch yourself, my child, and feel the divine pleasure of release."