Elder Xanders, a man of the cloth, stirs from his slumber, his mind already awash with forbidden desires. He begins to disrobe, his hands trembling slightly as he bares his age-lined yet still powerful body. His mind drifts to the taboo, to the men he's sworn to serve but never to touch. Bishop Angus and President Oaks, both pillars of their community, are the objects of his lustful thoughts. As he imagines their strong hands on his body, he begins to stroke his rigid cock, his breath hitching as he pictures their thick, veined penises sliding into his eager mouth.