In the dim light of the confessional, a young priest listens to the whispered sins of a parishioner. As he hears tales of lust and longing, his own body betrays him. His cock stirs beneath his cassock, straining against his clothing. He tries to focus on the words of penance, but his mind is a whirlwind of taboo images. Alone in his chambers, he gives in to his desires, his hands moving over his body with a fervor he usually reserves for his religious duties. He imagines the touch is divine, and as he comes, he prays for forgiveness, his body shuddering with the force of his release.