DISTRICT MEETING: Elder Sorenson has privileges the other missionaries do not. Part of that is due to his beautiful face and lean physique. Part of it is due to his history with the Brethren and proving time and again that he can be counted on to take a cock. But mostly, it’s because of his recruitment record. No missionary is as committed to or responsible for bringing in as many hungry, horny, submissive young missionaries as Elder Sorenson. And as such, the Brethren from time to time like to reward his good works. The young man had been given permission to hold a district meeting at the home of The Brethren. He was allowed to take with him whomever he chose, and naturally, he wanted to bring along his two new favorite playmates: Elder Xanders and Elder Garrett. Both boys were still undergoing the steps of induction into the Order and not yet ordained, but they were proving to be just as committed and capable as he was when he first joined. Elder Sorenson couldn’t wait for the three of them to spend some time together. As soon as they arrived at the home, the three boys couldn’t resist their urges. Without the watchful eyes of the other missionaries (and fully aware of each other’s sexual proclivities), they felt free to let loose and let their inhibitions go. They’d hardly heard the thud of their bags hit the floor before they were volleying off one another for a kiss or touch. Elder Sorenson tugged at his tie, loosening it quickly as his lips locked with Elder Garrett. Garrett’s tied was already undone and he was on his way to unbuttoning his shirt. The energy coming off of them was electric! It had been too long since they’d last fucked and were desperate to taste each other. Elder Xanders stood several inches below them, looking up at his taller companions, trying to squeeze himself between them like a puppy not wanting to be left out. Of course, his buddies had no intention of that happening. Elder Sorenson was impressed-even envious-of just how adorable Elder Xanders was. His small frame and soft mouth made him an ideal candidate for the order. Not only was he submissive in spirit, but his body made him perfectly fuckable to the bigger, stronger, older men. He knew they loved feeling totally in control, and with a little guy like him, it was like they were playing with a toy. Clothes flew off their bodies to the sound of lips smacking, arms and torsos twisting around like the strands of rope. The three boys couldn’t push themselves close enough together, it seemed, but boy did they love try. Elder Garrett broke away from Sorenson and devoted his attention to little Xanders, giving Sorenson a show as he sat down on a nearby couch. Sorenson undressed completely, pulling out his cock to stroke himself as enjoyed the sight. He reached his hand out to touch them, feeling their swelling crotches beneath their garments. The Garrett and Xanders kissed longer, harder, as they broke apart only to lift up their shirts and pull them over their heads. Sorenson practically lunged in, pressing his mouth against their smooth, boyish chests. Not a single hair to be found, and pristine as freshly fall snow. It seemed wrong that his thoughts were so savage and animal for their wholesome bodies-something that only made Sorenson harder. Elder Garrett could see the affect they were having on Sorenson, and he wanted to a show of his own. He passed Xanders off to him with the same enthusiasm that friends passes of a video game controller; as if to say "your turn." Xanders didn’t mind. He loved it. He knew because of his size and look that people just wanted to play with him and fuck him. He moved himself over to Sorenson and straddled his leg. He leaned in to kiss Sorenson as he felt the two boys touch him all over. Elder Garrett ran his hands down the back of his garment bottoms, feeling his smooth, tight hole. It was more than he could handle. He was probably hornier than the two of them combined. Between seeing Sorenson’s body and Xander’s on top, he felt his balls tighten. He needed to fuck. He lifted Xanders up and laid him down on the ottoman. Removing all of their clothes, three boys shuffled themselves on each other, naked and horny. Sorenson leaned over Xanders, crawling over him to touch him and kiss him. With the older boy’s ass in the air, Garrett saw his chance. He licked his fingers as he’d seen the president do and ran his saliva over the head of his cock. Stepping forward, he pressed his member against the warm, tight, familiar ring of Sorenson’s hole. Sorenson smiled as he pulled Xanders in closer. This was exactly what he wanted, and they hadn’t even been there fifteen minutes! Garrett pushed himself forward and watches as Sorenson’s ass opened to wrap around him. As if by instinct, Sorenson took him in and clung onto him tight. Garrett moved himself back and forth, watching the two boys below him kiss deep, running their hands over each other. All the while, he pumped his hard cock in and out of Sorenson, prepping his hole to receive the massive load he’d been saving…
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Elder Lund made his way to the temple, subconsciously dragging his feet with each step. Worthiness interviews weren’t uncommon for him, but this time he knew things would be harder. During his last interview, he confessed that somehow he got caught up in inappropriate behavior with his companion, Elder Gardner. He stressed that it was a one time thing and a big mistake. Elder Lund had never even considered being with men, not even once! This presented an unusual situation for the Brethren. Here was a completely straight boy who had sex with his companion. Not only that, Elder Gardner went ahead and mentioned the Order! The Brethren were put in a tricky situation, knowing the secret of The Order was paramount to its power. Elder Lund would need to be under their control, ideally as an inductee. President Ballard knew what to do. The handsome man told Elder Lund that he would be conducting his next worthiness interview. Elder Lund knew he would have to answer more questions about his recent same-sex experience, but had no idea just how deep it would go. Lund sat in a chair opposite President Ballard in a private, white room. In any other circumstance, it would have been very relaxing. But now, all he could do was focus on Ballard’s piercing eyes. Things started somewhat normal, regular questions about missionary work and such. Even the questions about his companion were strangely generic. But it was when the president mentioned his sexual thoughts that he began to get nervous. President Ballard asked him if he’d ever lied before. Of course, he thought to himself. Who hasn’t? He wanted to be truthful now, but he knew this could be used to imply he’s lying about other things. Like not being gay! The older man could see the boy’s evasiveness before he even answered. He knew he would get nowhere from questions and that the only way to get what he needed was to take drastic action. "Remove your shoes," Ballard ordered, his voice gruff and powerful. Lund did as he was told, confused, but eager to get through this ordeal. "Now your tie." The instructions continued with Ballard pointing to each article of clothing, telling him to remove them. It wasn’t uncommon for missionaries to be asked to disrobe for their superiors, but it was strange for him to do so in the course of questions of his sexuality. Where was this going? Once he was down to his dress shirt and garments, he was told to sit. "I’m going to tie your hands behind your back," Ballard stated matter-of-factly. "I’m going to ask you a series of questions and you will answer honestly." President Ballard moved behind him, stringing a soft, white rope between his wrists, tying unseen knots until his hands were tightly joined together. Sweat beaded up and fell down his temple. He felt like he’d stepped into some kind of cage, unable to see a way out. "Let’s begin." President Ballard placed a hand on his inner thigh, so lightly it barely pressed in on his flesh. "How does this feel," the older man asked. "I don’t like it, Lund responded. And it was true. It felt weird. The man’s hand were rough and large and foreign. This man was older and a stranger. What was he trying to get at? Ballard moved his hands further up, grazing at the fabric of his garments, tugging the threads that rested on his genitals. It felt even weirder. Ballard once again asked how it felt. And once again, Lund answered negatively. It was then that things crossed a line. President Ballard pulled down the band of his garment shorts, revealing his hairy navel and the top of his pubic hair. With the back of his hand, he caressed the delicate follicles, stroking them like he were assessing the quality of their density and texture. The older man pulled his short down even further, exposing the boy’s penis completely. Ballard took it into his hand, playing with the boy’s genitals inquisitively, seeming to observe the weight of his shaft and the pliability of his testiles. Elder Lund closed his eyes, trying to think of something else, place himself somewhere else. He’s had his penis handled before by doctors, but briefly, and in a completely different context. This felt wrong. Very wrong. And yet, something about the way he was being touched… started to arouse him. Ballard could see that the boy was uncomfortable, even avoiding eye contact. Even when he pushed himself closer, spreading Lund’s legs further apart, Lund actively tried to distance himself. But Ballard was persistent. He had one mission and one mission only… trap this boy. He could see Lund was starting to become aroused. His nipples were getting more erection and his penis was beginning to swell. He tested him all over, touching him, teasing him, seeing what combination of sensations it would take to make his penis hard. And once he was, he knew he’d have him. How could he deny having attraction to men when he was holding onto his rock hard member? Feeling his efforts arouse the boy, he went for broke and wrapped his mouth around his penis. Elder Lund couldn’t believe it! The president was sucking on his cock! He didn’t want to get hard. Not at all! But the feeling of the warm, wet mouth moving up and down the head of his penis made his body react in a way he was actively trying to prevent! He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else, but it was no use. His body betrayed him, making him reveal his tumescence. His mind twisted, trying to make sense of this. Anyone touching my penis would get me hard, he thought to himself. But even he had his doubts. He knew he couldn’t control getting an erection, but what he didn’t expect was to like it. It felt good. Really good! And if that was the case, maybe he was doing something wrong. "You’ve got a big dick," President Ballard said, removing the boy’s cock from his mouth briefly. It seemed almost taunting, as if he were saying "I knew you were lying." Elder Lung watched in shock as President Ballard continued to suck and swallow his penis, forcing him to react with moans of pleasure. He wanted to run and get far away from this, but the ropes kept him firmly locked in place. As each wave of pleasure crashed over him, he feared deeper and deeper what it meant that he liked it. President Ballard reached for a bottle of oil and squeezed it on the boy’s cock. He stroked the liquid into the flesh of his member, sending powerful sensations from the head of his penis throughout his whole body. "Please stop," Elder Lund moaned. Even hearing himself say, he was having trouble believing it. "You keep staying stop," President Ballard smiled, "but you’re still getting very hard." Elder Lung was trapped. Trapped in his body, trapped in the moment, and trapped by the Order. The pleasure tortured him, knowing that what was being done to him was wrong, but feeling that it’ was even worse to like it. Ballard watched as the boy’s balls began to tighten, pushing in closer to the tufts of adolescent pubic hair that sprouted from his genitals like freshly planted grass, not yet fully grown. Elder Lund tried hard to hold back any reaction, but the muscles in his anus and pelvis seemed to have a reflex of their own, clenching and pulsing in response to the older man’s touch. He wondered when it would end and he could stop receiving such confusing pleasure from President Ballard. But he knew as well as the older man touching him that he wouldn’t last much longer. Soon, very soon, this would have an ending, and he’d have to answer for the burst of cum that would be all over the older man’s hand.
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When Elder Gardner was called back to the temple, he was full of excited anticipation. He knew he was once again going to meet with President Ballard and it made his heart race. The president and he had become very intimate, spending most of their private time together kissing and having sex. It was a sexy secret that made him unbelievably giddy. He knew he was supposed to keep that secret and never talk about his trysts with the handsome president. He was also not to mention the Order or any of the sex he’d been having. But one day the excitement was more than he could contain. While he and his companion, Elder Lund, were talking about controlling sexual urges, Elder Gardner let it slip that he’d learned that not all desires had to be suppressed. One thing led to another, and before he knew it, Elder Gardner had not only revealed the truth of the Order, he’d managed to get his thick cock in his roommate’s mouth! Gardner trusted his companion to keep his secret, especially since they had shared such a hot encounter. But Elder Lund, still feeling compelled to follow the Mormon tradition of tattling, told the mission president everything! Not knowing any of this, Elder Gardner walked into the temple smiling, making his way instinctively toward the bright rooms in which he’d been courted time after time. Instead, the temple patrons told him to head down toward the basement. The bright white areas of the temple fell away as he went further down. The spaces went dark and the halls became less inviting. He made his way into a large, dark room, where President Ballard stood patiently. For a second, Gardner was thrilled, hoping for a happy reunion. The expression on the president’s face, however, was less than pleased. Standing beside him stood Bishop Angus, his beefy chest puffed out in his white shirt. He similarly looked stern, pressing his lips together in a way that made them hide beneath his salt and pepper beard. Gardner’s expression changed to one of concern. …They knew. Bishop Angus explained that he had violated the sacred vow of secrecy. Measures were already being taken to keep the Order protected, but the infraction could not and would not go unpunished. Elder Gardner began to plead his case for forgiveness, but was quickly stopped. Angus told him they had their own method of atonement that he was to complete. And he would oversee. The two men walked over to a short, cloth-covered table. It appeared to have objects underneath, though Gardner could not tell what. Ballard and Angus removed the cover to reveal a narrow table studded with black, shiny pegs, increasing sequentially in size. Bishop Angus sat down in large, red chair placed at the end of the table, closest to the largest of the pegs. He looked up at the wide-eyed and nervous Gardner, then to President Ballard. "Let’s begin by getting Elder Gardner undressed." President Ballard nodded, displaying an unusual deference that Elder Gardner had not seen. He did as the bishop ordered, undressing the young missionary piece by piece. Ballard’s hands moved all over Gardner’s body, removing even his socks, shoes, and garments. Where he could, he snuck in a quick, adoring touch of his stomach and chest. Ballard shot Gardner a small smile, indicating to him that he would look after him. The young boy was comforted slightly, but couldn’t escape the steely look of Bishop Angus overseeing his trial. "Prepare the stretcher and have the boy proceed to the first peg." President Ballard lingered a hand on Gardner’s body for an extra second before retrieve a bottle of oil out from under the table. He pushed a few squirts of the clear liquid onto his hands and then began to rub each of the shiny protuberances. As the president moved down the line, Gardner’s body visibly tensed, watching the older man’s hand squeeze over each knob. As they got bigger, he could see the man’s fingers stretch open wider and wider, until the very last one appeared to be the size of a pool ball… maybe bigger. He got nervous, knowing how that oil had been used before. As if hearing his worried thoughts, President Ballard came back over to him and rubbed some oil onto his tight hole. It felt good, but it all but confirmed for the young boy what his atonement would be. Taking Gardner’s hand and walking him over to the first peg, President Ballard helped him sit down slowly and take the first peg into his hole. "All the way down," Bishop Angus ordered, watching closely from the far end of the table’s length. Gardner did and then immediately started to move off. "I didn’t tell you to come up." Gardner shot him a scared look, unsure of what to do. He stayed frozen like a deer in headlights. Angus nodded, indicating that the boy sit fully back down on it. Gardner complied. "How does it feel," Angus asked. "Was it easy?" Elder Gardner nodded hesitantly, not sure if he should be honest or say what he wanted to hear. What did he want it to hear? Should it be hard? It certainly wasn’t easy. Bishop Angus told him to move to the next one. And then the next one. Each time giving off rapid-fire instructions. Move up and down. Stay up. Stay down. Lift up his balls so he could inspect the penetrating object. Each time asking how it feels. And every time that Gardener answered positively, he was ordered to continue. It hurt to press himself down on the next. He couldn’t take it all and his hole was beginning to burn. He told Bishop Angus this and he could could see him struggling. Angus let Gardner stroke himself, thinking it might relax him a little, but even this allowance was not enough. "I can’t do it," Gardner said defeated under his breath. It was then that President Ballard came behind him and put his hand on the back of his neck. With the other hand, the older man took over his stroking. Gardner felt better. Calmer. Nothing was quite like the touch of President Ballard. Still, even with the older man’s intervention, he had hit his limit. "You did the best you could," Bishop Angus said, taking a more fatherly tone than before. He’d not raised his voice or shown his anger once. He seemed more disappointed than upset. But the way he said this seemed like it was to make Gardner feel better about his failure than to make him feel bad about his wrongdoing. Still feeling slightly defeated (and slightly worn out), Elder Gardner was brought by the two men into a side room. In the middle of this room stood a low, large, black stool, like a giant ottoman. The two men bent him over the low platform on all fours. They retrieved a red cloth and blindfolded him. In the blackness of his mind, Gardner’s imagination began to race. President Ballard held his head in his hands, reminding the boy he was not alone, as if the president were still keeping him safe. Bishop Angus ran his fingers over the boy’s hole, feeling how incredibly hot and wet it was. It seemed as if a small furnace was burning under it. The two men looked down on Gardner and began to slowly undress. All the while, the young boy stood completely still, listening carefully over his beating pulse to the sound of their clothing rustle and fall to the ground. He tried to imagine what the sexy men looked like in their progressing state of nakedness, listening for each article of clothing and picturing their muscular bodies. It was in his heightened sensory state that he felt Bishop Angus gently mount up behind him and place his hard, thick penis up against his sensitive hole. Ballard held him once more, keeping him still by just gently pressing his hands against the sides of his head. When Angus pushed himself into Gardner, he could feel the searing hot insides of the young boy tighten around his shaft. It was an intense feeling that even Angus had not expected. It was clear that the boy’s hole was still a bit raw and that the boy was in some kind of pain, but it felt too good to stop. President Ballard could hear the boy quietly wince and moan, and out of a sympathetic courtesy, put his fat cock in the boy’s mouth. Not even so much to silence him, but rather to soothe him. Knowing the boy’s struggle and his connection to the handsome president, Bishop Angus pulled out of the young missionary and switched places with his colleague. Ballard took stock of the boy’s hole, seeing it glisten red and pink. Even as it was, he still thought this was the most beautiful part of his young boy. "Do you want him inside you?" Bishop Angus asked, watching Ballard lube up his cock with oil. Barely managing to speak, the young boy answered, "Yes, sir." With that, Ballard pushed himself slowly inside Gardner, opening him up even further than the pegs had. Gardner knew this to be true, but somehow the fact that it was Ballard made all the difference. The familiar cock knew how to open him up and to keep him open in ecstasy. Elder Gardner sucked Bishop Angus’ cock as Ballard continued to fuck him. It was a lot to handle and he knew on some level the pain was part of his atonement. But for President Ballard’s cock, Elder Gardner would gladly endure whatever the Brethren asked of him.
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It was just before dawn when Elder Garrett woke up. His mind had never fully quieted in the night and the start of the new day filled him with excitement and anxiety. The Brethren had told him that he was about to be formally ordained into the higher priesthood and that this was the day he’d make his eternal promise. As he watched the morning light creep into his room, throwing shadows across the floor that moved up the walls and faded into daylight, he couldn’t help but consider his unusual and unexpected path toward the altar of the Order. As soon as the time seemed appropriate, he sprang out from his covers, going through a routine of exercises to steady his mind and strengthen his body. It was less about vanity and more about feeling like he was preparing himself for the pleasure of his superiors. The idea of serving the Brethren through sex and service had become such a part of his makeup that he’d begun to take steps to improve his package. He wanted to make them happy and to be satisfying to their needs, starting with his appearance and ending with his unyielding submission. This was quite the change from the quiet, shy, modest missionary who was first called to serve. Getting dressed, he looked at himself carefully, making sure he was presenting himself accordingly for the occasion. He looked at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and took his first last steps toward the temple as an unordained inductee. Once in the presence of President Oaks, he was greeted beside an altar covered with a white cloth, the same altar that Bishop Angus had feasted on his hole and fucked him hard. The salt and pepper president was wearing a completely white outfit, sleeves rolled up and white tie hanging from the base of his perfectly tan neck. He was stunning vision of power and authority. The older man kissed him softly, causing Garrett to hold his breath for a second as he tried to maintain his ability to stand. It was a heady experience. Not just being with this handsome man, but committing himself to a future of servitude. He barely knew what to do or say, but luckily, all he had to do was follow. President Oaks undressed him, kneeling down to untie his shoes and pull off his dress socks. He moved up to the boy’s belt, pulling at the cold metal closure and releasing Garrett from his pants. All the while, Elder Garrett stood still, not moving, not flinching, not so much as looking anywhere without the expressed direction of President Oaks. This stationary stripping continued until Garrett was completely naked, his smooth skin exposed to the bright white room. President Oaks paused for a moment, looking at the beautiful body Elder Garrett presented to him. The young boy continued to stand, unashamed of his nakedness probably for the first time. He saw it was his duty and honor to give his body to President Oaks, and nothing could make him revert. President Oaks took the boy by the hand and brought him up onto the altar, placing him such that he was sitting on the platform with his legs hanging off. He reached for a silver bottle of oil and spread a small pump of the silky liquid onto his hands. He took Elder Garrett’s left foot into his hands and began to run his palms over the base, massaging the oil into his skin and softly working the muscles within. Elder Garrett closes his eyes. It felt so amazing. He’d never received a massage like this before and had no idea how good it could be. It was relaxing and calming. An unusual sense of pleasure for him. One-side in his direction, unfamiliar to his role in the Order. President Oaks tooks his hands and massaged them as well. How lucky could he be to be given such pleasure? And yes, the feeling wasn’t entirely without submission. As comforting as it felt, Elder Garrett was aware that he was still powerless to the older man’s touch. As his fingers massaged each nook and crannie of his hands, working the consecrated oil into his skin, his entire body coursed with erotic pleasure. All President Oaks had to do was work the tip of his finger and his entire being was subject to his control. The president’s hands moved beyond his hands, finding their way up his arms and down his torso. His eyes seemed to suggest he was gently testing him, seeing just where to touch to make Elder Garrett’s breath shallow and his heart jump. One he found his way down to his loins, President Oaks knew the boy was his. It was at that moment when the boy had kept his eyes closed that he felt the president reach for his hand again. He expected another massage, but instead he felt the cool feeling of metal wrap around a finger. He opened his eyes and saw a gold band on his ring finger, practically glowing against his skin in the bright, white room. President Oaks made eye contact with him, and without saying any words, the two men exchanged solemn vows to each other, promising a future of service, sex, submission, and security. Elder Garrett had never been happier. The older man leaned in kissed him, as if to seal their union. No stange ceremony, no special words, just the dance of their tongues and their hearts pumping furiously in their chests. President Oaks took Garrett by the hand and brought him to an adjacent room. Inside was a white, leather day bed, folded up like a couch. Garrett knew this room as well as the room he and Elder Xanders serviced Brothers Erying and Strang. Each step of his ordination reminded him of a moment on his journey, making him even hotter and hornier. And now that he belonged to the Brethren, he was desperate to be fucked. President Oaks could feel the boy’s enthusiasm and bent him over the couch, positioning him such that his ass stuck up in the air as his arms rested on the back. The silver haired daddy couldn’t help bring him mouth in on him, kissing and biting his cheeks like it was made of a delicious dessert. He licked his balls and his penis before diving in to devour his beautiful, eager hole. Oaks moved his hands over Garrett’s body, taking brief rests to catch his breath and remove his clothing. Even as he removed his pants, he never once broke hand contact with the horny missionary. Once he was fully undressed, President Oaks moved beside Garrett on the couch, sitting next to him. He took the boy by the hand and whispered, "come sit on me." Garrett moved himself over, splitting his body over President Oaks and straddling him with his legs. President Oaks wet the tip of his fully erect cock with his hand, placing it right at the warm hole of Elder Garrett. Garrett hardly had to think to take the man inside him. It was as if nature had prepared him to fit President Oaks perfectly. The older man pushed deep inside him, spreading his hole apart with this thick cock. "Oh, that’s good," Oaks exhaled, feeling his member become enveloped by Garrett. The young man worked himself up and down, returning the massage work back on President Oaks, squeezing his shaft up and down with his tight hole. He’d finally made it. And ordained member of the Order. And he was determined to live up to his calling. For now, especially, that meant working the cum out of President Oak’s heavy, hairy balls…
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The knock on the door was louder than he expected. Elder Gardner had been told to undress completely, shedding even his sacred garments, to put on the sacred temple robe, and crawl through a hall that narrows down to an absurdly small space. He was told to wait at the end by a tiny door. He was to wait until he heard a knock. It seemed strange, but no stranger than having a senior priesthood authority tie you down and jerk you off. Nothing about his mission was going as he’d expected it to, but he couldn’t say he was upset about it. Even as he crawled on hands and knees, he knew he should feel humiliated, but the only thing he could feel was excitement. His years of Mormon upbringing taught him to keep it placed well inside, but he knew that whatever was on the other side of the door was yet another unpredictable and thrilling journey toward his full induction into the Order. After the knock finished its booming echo through his dark, narrow corridor, he pushed open the tiny door and moved into the chamber beyond the door. Standing beside him as he made his entrance was President Ballard, dressed in all white, hands folded in front, wearing a thin pair of glasses and white suspenders. Gardner had hoped that he would be seeing him again. President Ballard was in his dreams at night and his fantasies during the day. Not only was President Ballard incredibly sexy and had a cock as thick as his wrist, he was instrumental in bringing him out of his sexual shell. Were it not for his guiding words and hands, he’d still be focused on nothing more than his limited understanding of the church. Ballard gave him a more exciting mission: joining the men of the secret fraternal order. Ballard made quick eye contact with the young boy. There was a sparkle in his eye that suggested he was just as happy as Elder Gardner was to see him. The older man lead the boy to the center of the room, where Gardner somehow missed seeing a giant, king-sized bed. He knew the sight of Ballard must have been a powerful distraction, as there was nothing else in the room. "Kneel and face me," Ballard said to him, taking a seat at the foot of the bed in front of the still crawling missionary. His tone was soft, tranquil, almost meditative. Elder Gardner did as he was told, getting up on his knees, keeping his back straight as if he was being suspended from the ceiling by his spine. President Ballard looked the boy over, his eyes navigating the familiar landscape of his chest and stomach. The boys short, soft hairs stood up from the cool air, acting almost like mile markers along his long, lean body. Ballard slowly loosened the fit of the boy’s shield, maneuvering his large hands beneath the gauzy fabric, touching the boy’s youthful skin. His rough hands showed no shyness when it came to finding the sweet, sensitive parts of Gardner’s body. Elder Gardner maintained his posture, unsure if he was immobilized by his own will or it was a side-effect of the man’s touch. The way his fingers moved around him, pulling at strings and teasing his flesh, did more to make bumps rise up his neck than the cool air. He was entranced and enthralled and completely his. "Stand up," Ballard spoke up again, this time as barely a whisper. Had he not been within arm’s reach, he might not have heard it. The handsome man pushed his glasses back up on his nose as he stood up as well, maintaining his physical superiority over the young man. Not that Gardner had much in the way of power. Even his shield, his only piece of covering, fell off his body and onto the floor as he made his way to his feet. President Ballard looked down and saw the exposed member of his young submissive. He cocked his head, seemingly amused, and grabbed it gently with his hand. It was semi-soft, just beginning to signal to the boy’s heart it’s need for extra blood. He handled it delicately but completely, pulling at the shaft and balls like he was examining the genitals of a prize-winning animal. It wasn’t terribly sexual, almost more appraising. And little to Gardner’s knowledge, this wasn’t entirely inaccurate. President Ballard loved this boy. Deeply. He’d been so proud of him and was impressed with how well he’d managed all he’d put him through. He felt more than just desire and affection for him… he felt almost fatherly. He wanted to claim him as his own. As he continued to inspect the boy’s cock, he feels that those signals have been answered. The boy’s shaft increased in size many times over, now presenting as a massive erection that nearly rivaled his own. President Ballard, smiled, once again proud of his boy, and leaned in close to kiss him. The boy moaned through their embrace, moving an arm for the first time independent of any order to place a hand on the president’s shoulder, and kissed him back. The older man sat back down on the bed, wetting his fingers before stroking the boy’s throbbing hard-on. The sensation was felt for only a moment before Ballard placed his mouth around it instead. Elder Gardner looked down from where he was standing, watching his veiny member disappear past the sexy daddy’s bearded lips. His view was broken only by the glasses that clung to his handsome face. It felt amazing. Ballard breathed deep between moments when the boy’s cock was in his throat. He ravenously took it in as if it were the very essence of the boy’s being. And based on his moans of pleasure, it seemed it was. Gardner felt the president’s hands clench tightly onto his heavy balls, pressing the cool of his wedding band again his molten nuts. In all this time, he’d forgotten this he was married man, breaking his own set of expectation in order to be with him. The idea of belonging to President Ballard was enough to make him dizzy. He wanted it. He wanted this man to guide him and fuck him. President Ballard stood up, loosening his own clothes as he and Gardner started kissing again. His efforts were frequently interrupted as his hands seemed desperate to be back on the boy’s body. He soon managed to simply remove his shirt and suspenders as he continuously found breaks to fondle Gardner’s genitals. Once his garment shirt is removed, he playfully pushed Elder Gardner down onto the bed, having him sit where the president once sat. From his perspective, he can see how the powerful man before him actually is. His strong chest is wide and muscular and drew his focus like a spell. President Ballard invites him in, guiding him to suck on his nipples, taking him in and holding him close. With each suckle and lick, Ballard could practically feel concrete being poured into his cock. Elder Gardner’s mouth moved down, finding it’s way lower and lower on the president’s torso. The older man couldn’t contain himself any longer and pulled down his pants and garment bottoms. He lifted his cock and balls out and up, giving Gardner something more substantial to suck on. Gardner struggled to open his mouth wide enough to take the president, but his effort was in vain. The older man let him suck just enough to get him wet before he pushed Gardner further back onto the mattress. He follows behind him, removing his pants entirely and climbing up onto the bed. Balled pulled the boy’s legs up onto his thighs, putting him in the perfect position to be fucked. Before he takes the boy’s willing hole, he can’t resist going in for another taste of the boy’s flesh, kissing up and down his torso. Elder Gardner lied back and watched the man kissed him and stroked his cock, feeling a flood of warmth flow through his body. He knew what it was now: complete submission. Ballard could practically smell it coming off of him, too. He lifted up his legs, pressing the boy’s knees to his shoulders, lifting his hole up to him. With the greatest of ease, brought his giant cock to the boy’s hole, pressing himself back inside him once more. Gardner had learned well how to take him, and for once, the original pain he felt was no longer there. His body took him happily. President Ballard looked down at the young boy, feeling his hole wrap tightly around him and embrace the full force of his cock. He was full of both pride and cum and was eager bless him with an overabundance of both…
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