In the dimly lit rectory, Father Kreecentaur's voice echoes like a prayer, guiding his young charges through the sacraments. But the sacraments he teaches are not those of the church. He reveals his massive, uncut cock, and the boys, eyes wide with innocent curiosity, kneel to worship. They gag on his length, their inexperienced mouths struggling to take him in. Father Kreecentaur, spurred on by their eagerness, turns them around, spreading their smooth, boyish asses. He spanks them, leaving red handprints, before pushing his cock into their tight, untouched holes. The room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, the boys' whimpers, and the priest's grunts as he pounds them, marking them as his.