In a dimly lit Parisian apartment, Elder Xanders hosts a clandestine gathering of gay elders and willing young bishops. Bishop Angus, Austin Young, and Elder Garrett kneel before the elders, their eyes downcast, hands folded in their laps. Elder Oaks breaks the silence, his voice a low rumble, "You know why you're here." The young bishops nod, their cheeks flushed with anticipation. The elders undress, their bodies a testament to age and experience. They take their time, savoring the young flesh, their hands leaving trails of fire on smooth skin. The room echoes with the wet sounds of oral worship, the elders' voices commanding, "Suck," "Lick," "Take it deeper." The young bishops comply, their eyes gleaming with lust and devotion.