In the dimly lit chamber, Bishop Angus and President Oaks, their voices barely above a whisper, lead Elder Xanders in a prayer that's far from holy. Their hands roam, exploring young Austin's body with a hunger that belies their pious exteriors. Austin, his breath hitching, feels their erections press against him, the fabric of their robes doing little to hide their desire. In a flurry of discarded garments, they reveal their hard, leaking cocks. Austin, his eyes wide with lust and fear, tentatively reaches out, touching the forbidden. The room echoes with their moans as they guide Austin's hands, teaching him the true meaning of "man of the cloth."