Elder Campbell had spent several days thinking of Bishop Hart, fixated on his incredible good looks and powerful presence. He was becoming more and more distracted, unable to think of anything but the way he’d sexually interrogated him. It became a vicious cycle of fantasy and repentance, feeling his instincts to stay pure and righteous losing out to his deeper desires. He wanted Bishop Hart to touch him again. To taste him again. And he wanted to taste him back. He wondered if the test he’d been given was one he could fail, and if the days of not hearing anything or seeing anything gave him the sign that he had. He knew deep down it was wrong what had happened, but he also knew that he wanted to continue and see where this rabbit hole would lead him. About a week or so after his worthiness interview, Bishop Hart pulled him aside after a church service, telling him cryptically and coldly to meet him in his office. Elder Campbell was stunned. He didn’t know if this was good thing or a bad thing, but he knew he had no choice but to do as the handsome man told him. Campbell made his way into the office a little while after, having to talk himself down from the panic attack he was feeling coming on. He wanted to see him, but he also knew there was a good chance he was going to get in trouble. After all, he didn’t stop him before. If anything, he might have even asked for it. Bishop Hart watched the red-faced ginger boy step into his office, practically holding his breath as he sat down in the chair before him. Hart liked seeing this otherwise tall, strapping, handsome young man intimidated by him. It was enough for his mouth to betray his cool demeanor by letting out a slight smirk. "Elder Campbell, do you know why you’re here?" "Yes," the boy replied, answering affirmative to further follow the white rabbit of this experience, unsure of what would come next. All he knew is that he didn’t want it to stop. "Stand up and disrobe." Campbell jumped to his feet, quickly removing his clothes as if he was being timed. Bishop Hart’s eyebrow raised in amusement. This boy barely needed to be trained, just told. He was naturally inclined to submit and be an obedient boy. His piety was merely a reflection of this desire to serve a higher power… and for this moment, that power was Bishop Hart. Once he was stripped down to his garments, Bishop Hart told him to stand next to him by his desk. The boy walked forward, still subconsciously trying to hide his nakedness as he moved forward. Bishop Hart ran his hand over the boy’s body, running his fingers over him from his clavicle to his pelvis, letting his fingers wrap to the shape of each part of his torso. He had full access to him and Elder Campbell could barely breathe, let alone reject. "Take off your shirt," Hart said, still presenting the same steel face he had before in the worthiness interview. It was hard for Elder Campbell to know what he was thinking or what he wanted. Anticipating him seemed nearly impossible. He was going to have to take each second in stride and be prepared to do as he says as soon as he says is. Lifting his shirt, Bishop Hart’s eyes dotted around to his fair skinned freckles. His hands went immediately to his light pink nipples, seeing them stand hard and erect. When he pinched them and pulled them, Campbell could not resist letting out a moan. It wasn’t pleasure, exactly, but it wasn’t pain. They then reddened and swelled, giving Hart more to run his fingers along. Then, without any warning, Bishop Hart pulled down the boy’s undergarments, bringing them past his hips to fall to the floor. As a result, the boy’s massive erection emerged, bouncing with substantial weight and length as it was given a sense of its own gravity. It hung in the air for a moment before the older man took it in his hands and placed it in his mouth. Once again, Elder Campbell’s body flushed red. He was embarrassed to have his erect penis exposed, as he’d been taught all his life to feel, but he couldn’t get over how good it felt to feel the head of his thick, pink cock get licked over and over by Bishop Hart’s tongue. It was a brief experience, however, as Bishop Hart was only looking for a taste. "Get up on the desk," he said, standing up from his chair and meeting the boy’s eye. Elder Campbell did as he was told, getting up on the desk, positioned on all fours. His hands began to sweat against the cold surface, and he felt aware that he was being put on a kind of display. With his body naked, ass up, and his face forward, he was like a show dog being inspected. And Bishop Hart treated him as such. He walked around him, looking at his body, seeing how his young muscles fill out his shape, how his genitals hang between his legs, and how his creamy skin pinks up when touched. When he moved to the back, his hands planted firmly on his buttocks, pressing them apart slightly to expose more of the boy’s smooth hole. Elder Campbell held his breath in anticipation, not knowing what would come from the older man’s touch. Bishop Hart took one finger and placed it on the boy’s hole, feeling it mold around him and take him. With a careful push, he got about half of the digit inside, forcing Campbell to release his breath and let out an audible gasp at the unexpected penetration. Hart kept it inside him, letting the boy feel his invading hand. His heart rate increase, something the bishop was able to feel around his finger as it clung inside the boy’s sphincter. It was humiliating for Elder Campbell. No just be to subjected to the undressing and the groping, but to be positioned like an object and poked like he was nothing more than a toy. The very thought of it made a part of him feel ashamed and used. It also caused a drop of precum to fall from his heavy, throbbing cock…
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Elder Lund is still unsure what to expect from the men of the Brethren, but he’s finding that he’s enjoying being the center of their attention more and more. President Ballard initiates the young boy by anointing him from head to toe. The sensual massage continues as he presses his mouth in the anxious missionary’s hole and rims him passionately and insatiably.
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Elder Land felt like he was in some sort of dream. The idea that he had Bishop Gibson inside him was enough to make him cum again and again. Unfortunately, the moment of his initiation was far too brief. Nearly as quickly as the handsome man had inseminated him, he was dressed and gone, leaving with Elder Land with just a tingling, wet hole. Days went by and he didn’t see Gibson again. He wondered what the Order wanted from him… if he disappointed them. Was he not good enough for them? For him? It was all so confusing, complicated further by the fact that he still felt deep down that his desires were sinful and wrong. And yet, there was clearly a place for his secret desires among the men of the sacred priesthood order. And his desires were becoming more powerful. At night, Elder Land would feel his flesh tingle and his heart race, thinking of Gibson’s cock back inside him. Occasionally he would even sneak his hand down under the blanket to feel his swelling young cock resulting from those thoughts. The Brethren were delighted to see that Land was giving in to his fantasies-it gave them even more power over him. Having shown a deft hand at bringing the boy to submission and vulnerability before, President Faust was ordered to bring the boy in to discipline him for his past transgressions. Elder Land wasn’t told why he was being brought in, but in his heart he knew he deserved whatever judgement had been passed. Maybe it’s one thing to enjoy being fucked because it’s the older man doing it to him; but it’s another thing to surrender to lustful thoughts. The nervous boy met the handsome president in the basement of the temple. Eyes locked on the boy, the president watched as Land trembled his way into the dark room. Faust walked up close to him, quickly grabbing him by the belt buckle and pulling him close to him. "You will get undressed," the man said aggressively. It scared Elder Land. He knew he was in for it! The boy undressed hurriedly, trying to do what he was told as fast possible as to avoid any additional aggression. He’d never seen President Faust in this light. He wasn’t just powerful, he was commanding. President Faust sat in a large, red chair as Land undressed, seeing the way his words made the boy quake. "You look nervous," he said plainly, as if more to correct than to console. His eyes stared into Land’s, seeing them meet his with stunned fear. Pulling him closer to him, he whispered, "Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle." Land stood stiff as a board, shielded only by the sheer fabric of his garments as President Faust began to run his hands over his body. The dominant man wasted no time in getting his paws right under the garments and against his skin, feeling his stomach and genitals. President Faust then removed his underwear completely, stripping him of any sense of security and protection. Elder Land could barely breath as the older man’s eyes locked him in place. The cold feel of his wedding band grazed over his naked body, sending a slight chill down his spine. Seeing the boy’s fear, he pulled him down over his lap, pushing his knees between his legs and lifting his pelvis up. The boy’s perfect, smooth ass was presented for him as he placed his hand on top of it. Elder Land looked out into the blackness of the room, unsure of what would happen. Then suddenly, he felt it. Smack! The president’s hand spanked his ass. Not too hard, but just enough that he could feel a slight sting from that wedding ring hitting his flesh. Smack! It came again. Smack! And again. It kept coming faster and faster, over and over, growing in intensity and pain. As it increased, he felt his body jerk with anticipation. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense in wait while he perspired in fear. And then, when he was expecting a rhythmically timed spanking to happen… nothing. And yet, his body moved for the phantom smack. He was confused. Even a little disappointed. But instead, the president’s hand gently caressed his pained cheeks, rubbing them sweetly and delicately. It felt like heaven. Better than he’d ever been touched. It was calming in a way he’d never dreamed. It wasn’t just tender, it was sweeter because it wasn’t a smack! The older man licked his fingers and even teased his hole. "Ready for a paddle boy?" Faust whispered to him. Elder Land wasn’t sure what he’d said, and he didn’t really even respond. He was hypnotized by his touch and the soft caress of his palms not hitting him. Then, the kind hand moved away, breaking it’s perfect union with his body. An eternity passed in a couple seconds while he waited for what would happen. And then, the sound came. Whap! The reverberation through his body was intense it felt like fire. Whap! It came again! Whap! And again. Elder Land looked back and could see a smooth wooden paddle in the president’s hands. With his eyes on it, he could see it coming again. His body tensed, his ass clenching as he saw it come down and make contact. President Faust saw the boy’s eyes and with his free hand, twisted the boy’s neck back away. He didn’t want him to see it coming. The boy’s cheeks got redder and redder. His breathing became harder, but shallower, exhaling with each impact. And then, once again, it stopped. Elder Land held his breath waiting for the next strike. Instead, that soft, smooth hand passed over his searing hot ass. The delicate touch was just enough of a shock to make him breath out, but also so sweet it relaxed his hole body. President Faust wet his finger and ran them over his hole. "This getting you horny boy?" he asked. He could feel the boy’s hole answer for him, pulsing and opening for the man’s wandering digit. Placing the finger in his mouth, President Faust made it incredibly wet and warm. He brought it back down and squeezed it inside him. "Mmm… tight hole, boy." All Land could do was whimper as it went in. And he wanted more. His whole body was a mess of nerves and fear and excitement. And as grown as he was and as strong as his body was, in that moment, he felt so small that he could fit in the president’s hand. And that’s exactly how President Faust wanted him. This boy was no longer just a young man, he was possession. His possession. His special, beautiful, sexy toy. And he was determined to open him up and see what he was capable off. He pulled his finger out of the boy’s hole, putting it back in his mouth along with another, tasting the sweet flavor of the boy’s fuck hole. With two fingers wet, he brought them back to the mouth of the boy’s ass, placing them nearly as swiftly as when he wet them. Elder Land moaned louder, beyond ecstatic to feel his ass being played with so expertly. Little did he know, President Faust was just warming him up…
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Brother Strang has enjoyed partnering up with Brother Eyring, but it was never fully above board. Brother Eyring loved having the boys of the mission suck and service his cock, but he was not fully a member of the Order. Brother Strang was tasked with bringing in others in the community, including those no longer on their mission. While Brother Calhoun was a recruit he brought in by force, Brother Eyring was someone with whom he found a sense of fraternal love. Both men were seen somewhat as outcasts by the other men of their missions. And they love of young boys and hard cocks made them even closer. So much so that Eyring invited him along on many of his personal assignments. The Brethren permitted this, of course, knowing that he was observing and being groomed for leadership. But the day finally came when they could no longer continue for him to proceed with taking the solemn oaths and vows to become a priest in the Order. Brother Strang brought his friend to the temple, telling him not to be scared and to do completely was asked of him. Eyring listened and obeyed, eager to make his calling sure. He loved getting serviced, but he always wanted to feel what the boys were feeling. This was his chance and he couldn’t be more excited. Inside, Brother Strang walked Eyring into a large, white room where President Ballard was standing. He was tall, well built, and undeniably handsome. Eyring had seen him plenty of times before and had no idea he was involved in the secret sex cult. "Brother Eyring," the handsome man began, "You’ve been selected to join the ranks of our special organization. But before we can entrust you with the sacred rites of bringing young men into our order, we need to be absolutely certain you can obey orders and be completely submissive." Just with that declaration, Eyring felt himself become aroused. The idea of being submissive to Ballard was enough to get his mouth watering. He had to swallow back some excited saliva before he responded. "Yes, I-I understand." "Good, then get down on your knees. I’d like you to service me." And just like that, Brother Eyring was kneeling down in front of the powerful and handsome President Ballard, getting himself on the same level as his crotch. From this level, he watched closely as Ballard opened his pants and pulled out his massively, thick cock. It was a thing of beauty unlike anything Eyring had ever seen. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it, but he knew he had to try. He reached out his hand and brought the monster cock to his lips, feeling his jaw practically unhinge to take it into his mouth. Immediately, the taste, texture, and warmth passed over his lips like he was drinking him. He wanted more. So much more. He pushed his mouth further on him, trying to take every perfect inch into his face. President Ballard put a hand on the back of his head, holding him in place and observing the young man struggle to take him. He shot a look at Brother Strang, standing nearby and stroking his erection over his pants. They smiled to each other, as if communicating that he’d done good in bringing him in. Ballard removed his pants and garments, dropping them to the floor quickly to free his lower half of any restriction. As Eyring resumed his work on the end of his shaft, he continued to disrobe, taking off his jacket, shirt, and tie. He paused briefly to watch as Brother Eyring took his balls into his mouth, juggling them over his tongue and tasting the sweet sweat from between them. Ballard moaned with delight, happy with the thorough service he was getting. "I think we’ve made a fine choice," he said to Strang. The other man came closer, smiling and opening his pants up. "Why don’t you show him how I like it?" Strang put one hand on his cock and the other on the back of Eyring’s head, pushing him down even further. The choking and gagging noises were persistent as Eyring tried not to stop sucking. His eyes teared up slightly and his breathing and heart rate became erratic, but he was determined to continue. He would do anything to prove he was worth bringing into the Order. Brother Strang let up on his friend, seeing that Ballard was pleased with the young man’s determination. Strang then matched his superior and undressed completely, bringing himself next to Eyring as he stroked his big, hard cock. Ballard moved the young man to a nearby couch, removing his pants and garments, leaving his upper body covered in his pristine white shirt and tie. Bending him over, he watched as Eyring’s butt opened to greet him, his hairy hole presenting itself high in the air. Strang leaned in to taste his friend, licking his hole and feeling it gently trembled on the tip of his tongue. He loves the feeling of his long beard brushing against him and seeing Eyring endure the intense pleasure. Ballard, seeing the boy’s hole was hot and wet, saw his chance to claim the young man’s body and get his thick meat deep inside. Brother Strang saw the man take his lead and moved himself around to Eyring’s front. He got his cock in his friend’s mouth and caressed his head while he sucked. His cock got harder as he watched Ballard take what was his. He spit into Eyring’s hole and mounted himself behind him, bringing his impressive cock head to the edge of his sphincter. He could practically see the young man’s ass pulsate as moved himself closer and closer. And with a movement that was so slow and steady it could have been purely the result of gravity, Ballard expertly inserted his cock into Eyring’s hole, invading him like knife into warm butter. "Brother Eyring," the older man let out with an exhale, "you have an amazing ass!" The handsome president fucked him faster and deeper as the boy’s hole yielded to him. He lacked much of the hesitance and resistance that the young, virgin boys did, giving Ballard the unspoken permission to truly dive deep into him. Ballard was managing to fuck harder than he had for some time… much to the sacrifice of Eyring’s hungry hole. Brother Strang needed to get in on it. He could see his friend in ecstasy taking the thick man’s dick and wanted to experience his tight hole before he was worn out. The younger man leaned backward on the couch, positioning himself in a way that invited Brother Eyring to move up onto him. His friend dismounted from the aggressive daddy’s cock and placed himself onto Brother Strang’s. It was a relief to feel the more manageable dick inside him, finding a comfortable place in his anal cavity. Just when he thought he was in the easy embrace of his buddy, he felt President Ballard come back in for another round… without waiting for Strang to pull out. Suddenly, it hit him. Both men were going to be inside him. He instinctively wanted to say no, knowing that it would hurt or worse! But he remembered what they’d said about obedience and submission and knew he couldn’t and should stop them. With that, Brother Eyring’s hands clung tightly the cushions of the couch and he braced himself for re-entry. President Ballard’s mammoth cock burst back inside him and past the shaft of Brother Strang. It was a hot, searing pain that seemed to spread throughout his entire body. Sweating, shaking, and barely holding himself together, he could feel both men inside him, holding still as his hole quaked. He knew this was the calm before the storm and they were just giving his body to adjust. He was grateful, but growing more insatiable with each passing second. His initial fear turned to hope as he felt their cocks slide inside him. He wanted one thing and one thing only… to feel them fill him up with their loads. As he began to rock back and forth on the twin cocks, he took a deep breath and promised he would take it all…
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Elder Lund walked away from a meeting at the temple with President Ballard in shock. How had he come to be in this position? How is it that he had just cum from the president’s hand? He felt an intense guilt about it, knowing that not only had he been part of a homosexual act once more, but that he really, really liked it. Maybe it was because it wasn’t his choice? Because someone else was calling the shots? In that light it didn’t really seem all that gay. But deep down, he knew that nothing had ever been more consequential. And furthermore, something had changed for him. President Ballard assured him that nothing would happen to him as long as he did as he and the men of the Order instructed. He’d never heard of the Order and had no idea who the men were. …but he was more concerned about not getting kicked out than he was about getting more details. Ballard instructed him to go home, clean up, and wait to be called. The boy did, playing the moment of his climax over and over in his head. He wished the thoughts would just go away, but something about being that vulnerable and controlled surprisingly excited him. It took a couple days before he was finally called, during which he was distracted and quiet with his companion. The anticipation of what would happen chewed away at him so much that he nearly screamed for joy when he was told to return the temple. This enthusiasm waned slightly as he made his way into the office of Bishop Angus. The beefy muscle bear sat behind his desk somehow imposing his authority on the tiny Mormon boy. He was easily twice his size and looked like a paragon of masculine power. "Step towards me," Bishop Angus ordered, taking no time to even welcome him in or introduce himself. It was clear in his gaze that they both knew why he was there and that he had no choice about it. "I’m going to have you take off your clothes," he continued, watching Lund quietly and shyly step closer. "Starting with your pants." Elder Lund felt powerless once again. A tingling sensation crept up his spine as he lost all sense of autonomy. His hands moved as if independent from his brain toward his belt buckle, proceeding to undress before the older man. Once his shoes were off and his pants dropped to the floor, Bishop Angus, still seated in his office chair, wheeled himself closer. His immediately went to the boy’s genitals, lifting up the long, draping, white shirt to access his crotch. He gave the boy a decisive look, indicating clearly to Lund that he was to hold his shirt up to keep this area free for Angus to work. And he did. Elder Lund was surprised at himself just how passive and pliable he was. Standing there, holding his shirt up, he watched as Bishop Angus moved his hands over his penis, massaging it over and under his garment shorts, even placing his beefy hand inside to stroke him and arouse him against his will. It all seemed strange and foreign, but what could he do? Bishop Angus pulled the boy’s shorts down and took a look at his swollen member. The boy was so rail thin but his cock was very large and thick. It was one of Angus’ most favorite ironies in life seeing small boys with big cocks. Without hesitation or permission, he placed the boy’s penis in his mouth and began to suck and taste him. Elder Lund couldn’t deny how good it felt. It had been so long since he’d touched himself and for the second time he was getting incredible pleasure from an older man. As he passively received his blowjob, he tried not to let the questions of his sexuality block his pleasure. He couldn’t stop it, so he might as well enjoy it. Bishop Angus stood up and looked Elder Lund in the eye. Lund could see the full size of the man now, nearly as wide as a doorframe with a thick, full beard. The adolescent boy nearly trembled. Angus took the boy and moved him to the front of the desk, placing him on his knees. From here, he undid his own belt and pants, revealing the white mound underneath of garment and cock. The bishop pushed the boy’s face down upon it, making him inhale the musk of his manly pubes. Elder Lund closed his eyes hesitantly, only to then find the fragrance alluring and seducing. Is that what a real man smells like? The question hazed his judgement and his mouth opened on the swollen phallus. Even through the fabric of the shorts, he could taste the man’s cock as it passed by his lips and onto his tongue. The sheer fabric soon went transparent as his saliva collected, giving him a sight of the impressive piece. With Elder Lund occupied, Bishop Angus quickly removed his remaining clothes, unbuttoning his shirt and stripping off his garments. Once he was bare chested, Lund looked up and saw the furry chest of the mighty man towering above him. He seemed superhuman, like a titan. When Angus removed his shorts, Lund was so enthralled that he took the entire thick dick into his mouth, feeling it fill him and press on the back of his throat. Bishop Angus placed his massive hands around the back of the boy’s neck, holding him in place and making him take more of him in his mouth. Elder Lund kept moving his mouth over him, hoping to get more, taste more, do more. While he felt powerless, he was enamored with just how powerful Bishop Angus was. He wanted to please him. To satisfy him. To prove that he was somehow worthy of him. Bishop Angus could see that look in his eyes. He took a hand from the boy’s neck and placed a finger in his mouth, poking around at the warm, wet orifice, feeling the velveteen smoothness of its insides. As he looked down at Lund, he saw the transformation to submissive complete. He smiled, feeling around the boy’s mouth more, and curious to see what his tongue would look like glazed over with his load…
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