Nothing, at first

The elders didn’t see a single person in the alley. Then they turned around, and suddenly they were grabbed and had hands covering their mouths so they couldn’t scream. They were being jumped!

The missionaries squirmed against their captors to no avail, as they were each being held down by a couple of huge, tatted up thugs. At the entrance to the alley, another thug walked up to them along with the elderly woman who led them there in the first place.

“Well hello boys,” said the head thug who then turned to the woman, “Thanks mom.”

“Oh, anytime dear,” she said, “You know I always love a good show.”

“Hehe, I’m glad you do ma,” he said, “Alright boys, STRIP ‘EM!”

And with that, one thug from each pair that was restraining the elders let go (one thug was still enough to hold back the hunky missionaries) and began tearing away at their clothes. They started by undoing each elder’s belt and then proceeded to rip their pants off. Then, they undid their ties and tore off their white shirts. Finally, they ripped their special underwear to shreds, leaving the two boys completely naked aside from their black dress shoes and socks.