Elder Xanders stirs from his slumber, his mind filled with taboo desires. He strips, his body tense with anticipation. Bishop Angus and President Oaks, sensing his need, enter, their eyes locked onto Xanders' naked form. They surround him, their hands exploring his flesh, their breaths ragged. Angus' tongue traces Xanders' ear, sending shivers down his spine. Oaks' hand grips Xanders' cock, stroking it to fullness. They move to the bed, a tangle of limbs and moans, Xanders sandwiched between the two powerful men. They take turns plunging into him, their hips slapping against his flesh, the room filled with the sound of their grunts and the scent of sweat and sex.