At one time a monk saw a dead body with a wound next to the genitals. Thinking he would avoid an offense, he inserted his penis into the wound and exited through the genitals. He became anxious … “You’ve committed an offense entailing expulsion.”

At one time a lustful monk touched the genitals in a picture with his penis. He became anxious … “There’s no offense entailing expulsion, but there’s an offense of wrong conduct.” At one time a lustful monk touched the genitals of a wooden doll with his penis. He became anxious … “There’s no offense entailing expulsion, but there’s an offense of wrong conduct.”

At one time a monk called Sundara who had gone forth in Rājagaha was walking along a street. A woman said to him, “Please wait, sir, I’ll pay respect to you.” As she was paying respect, she held up his sarong and inserted his penis into her mouth. He became anxious … “Monk, did you consent?” “I didn’t consent, sir.” “There’s no offense for one who doesn’t consent.”