In the hushed silence of the confessional, a boy's voice trembles, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I have looked at things... I have touched myself... I have thought of things I shouldn't." The priest's voice is stern, "Show me, boy." The boy swallows hard, unzipping his pants, his cock already stiff. He strokes it, his eyes squeezed shut, his mind filling with the images that haunt his dreams. The priest watches, his own breath growing ragged, as the boy's body tenses, his cock pulsing, his sin laid bare.