In the dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation, Bishop Angus commands the scene, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. The emo boys, their long hair casting shadows over their faces, eagerly comply, forming a line to service the powerful men of the cloth. President Oaks' massive cock disappears into a eager mouth, his moans of pleasure echoing in the hushed space as the scent of sweat and pre-cum permeates the air.