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A dimly-lit room, a motley crew of young Mormons, their eyes glossy with lust and fear. They're here for the forbidden, the unholy. Their leader, a man of the cloth with a sex addiction, guides them through the ritual, his voice a low growl, "Remove your garments, brothers. Let's worship in the flesh." Naked, they form a circle, their cocks hard and leaking. The first man, a virgin, is positioned in the center. The others surround him, their hands and mouths exploring his body, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The first man enters him, his thrusts slow and measured, the others following suit, their cocks slick with spit and lube. The room fills with the sounds of their pleasure, each thrust a sin, each moan a prayer to a god they've long forgotten.