Elder Xanders, a man of the cloth, finds himself alone in his quarters, the weight of his secret desires heavy on his mind. He undresses, revealing his toned, mature body, and moves to the en suite bathroom. The mirror reflects his conflicted gaze as he begins to stroke his growing erection, the sensation of his rough, calloused hands on his sensitive flesh sending jolts of pleasure through him. He thinks of the young men he's been counseling, their innocent faces and pure hearts, and his desire deepens. He knows it's wrong, but he can't help but fantasize about their young, firm bodies and the taboo pleasures they could share.