Father Adriel's Monastery

The church was bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles, casting long shadows across the ancient stone walls. Father Adriel stood at the center of the altar, his white robes flowing gracefully, and his pink bob cut hair catching the light. His enormous, round ass was barely contained by his robes, and his golden cock ring was hidden but the outline of his large penis was visible.

Benjamin, the pale-skinned altar boy with a gentle demeanor, was standing to Father Adriel's right, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Marcus, the brown-skinned altar boy with deep green hair and glasses, stood to Father Adriel's left, his stern expression softened by a sense of purpose.

A man, dressed in a blue sweater and black pants, stood before Father Adriel, his head bowed in reverence but his expression hesitant. "Father, I... I have been feeling lost lately. I need guidance."

Father Adriel's voice was warm and comforting. "My child, we are here to help you find your way back to the path of righteousness. Benjamin and Marcus will assist us in this journey."

Benjamin stepped forward, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Yes, we are here to support you. Whatever you need, we are here to provide."

Marcus, usually more stern and teasing, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. We will guide you every step of the way. You need not fear, for we are all in this together."

The man looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "But... how can you help me? What do I need to do?"

Father Adriel smiled, his eyes twinkling with a mix of kindness and lewdness. "Trust in us, my child. We have the means to guide you back to the Lord. Our methods are unique, but they are effective. You will find solace and redemption in our guidance."

Benjamin took the man's hand, his touch soft and comforting. "Please, let us help you. We are here to support you, to guide you. You will not be alone in this journey."

Marcus, ever the intellectual, added, "And think of it this way: if this can truly bring you closer to the Lord, is it not worth trying? What have you got to lose?"

The man took a deep breath, his expression softening. "Very well, Father. I trust in you and your altar boys. I am ready to receive your guidance."

Father Adriel's smile widened as he began to speak, his hands gently gesturing towards the man. "Then let us begin, my child. Let the healing begin. But first, let us pray together. Join us in this moment of unity and devotion."

The man knelt down, joining Father Adriel, Benjamin, and Marcus in a circle of prayer. The church was filled with a sense of solemnity and anticipation as they began to chant together, their voices blending in harmony. The man's expression remained peaceful and open, never once questioning or doubting the process. He accepted Father Adriel's guidance with a sense of calm and trust, allowing the moment to wash over him and prepare him for the journey ahead.