In the dimly lit chamber, two young men, bare-chested and anxious, await their initiation into the secret order. The elder, Saturno, watches intently as they strip, his gaze lingering on their smooth, unblemished skin. The ritual begins, a slow, sensuous dance of exploration and surrender. First, they must verify their devotion, their cocks hardening as they stroke themselves, eyes locked. Then, they turn to each other, hands trembling as they grasp each other's rigid lengths, their moans filling the room. The elder guides them, his voice a low rumble, as they learn to worship each other's bodies, their lips and tongues tracing forbidden paths.