Elder Zachary returned to his mission apartment, his hole still wet from Bishop Hart’s cum. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have the older man’s cock in his ass, and how aroused he was to be filled with another man’s semen. Bishop Hart told him he couldn’t talk about it with anyone, especially the other missionaries. Elder Zachary didn’t like the idea of having to lie to his companion, but he promised to do as Hart told him. Little did Zachary know that his companion, Elder Ingles, was struggling with the same. Elder Ingles couldn’t stop thinking about the way Hart touched him and teased his body, coaxing his body to respond with an erection. His dick was as hard as a railroad spike and Hart had him cumming and craving the sensation of the handsome man’s cock. …Not just craving. Craving the man’s cock in his mouth. Ingles thought this was wrong deep down, and yet, the thought was just as effective in getting him hard as Hart’s actual actions. Both boys dreamed that night of their handsome bishop, each unaware of the similar experiences. The next morning came as many others had before: each boy woke up quietly, trying to wait for their morning wood to settle before getting up. Elder Ingles had a harder time than most hiding his morning erection, but on this morning, the swelling was more intense than usual. His dreams were vivid recollections of tasting the handsome, older man’s cock, leading him to nearly ejactulate in his sleep. However, such relief did not occur. He saw Elder Zachary getting up and getting ready to take a shower. It was very rare to have a quiet, private moment in bed with boner, and he needed to get off badly. As soon as Zachary was out of his sight, Ingles pulled out his massive cock, trying to cum as fast as possible. He closed his eyes, thinking about Bishop Hart’s chiseled body and delicious shaft, feeling his sensitive genitals respond to his touch, building closer and closer to release. And just then, Elder Zachary stepped back into their shared bedroom. Ingles quickly moved the covers back over himself, trying to hide his rock hard cock and evade his companion’s suspicions. Unfortunately, it was too little too late. "I could see that you were masturbating," Elder Zachary said after a pause, his expression indicating nothing about what his next step might be. Ingle’s face flushed, realizing he’d been caught and scared what might happen. "Please don’t tell," he quietly begged. Elder Zachary lied back down in his bed, placing his hand on his crotch. "Don’t stop. I want to see…" Zachary’s hand rubbed over his crotch as Elder Ingles looked at him incredulously. He couldn’t believe what his companion said, but at the same time, he still maintained an unrelenting erection. Nervous but intrigued, Ingles removed his bed coverings and let his cock stand tall and strong, fully on display. "Wow!" Elder Zachary exclaimed, shocked, "That’s a really big dick." His eyes traced its length and girth, taking it in and studying it. Elder Ingles could see the look on Zachary’s face, full of erotic desire and lust. He wondered if that’s how he looked when he first saw Bishop Hart’s cock. His eyes moved down to Zachary’s crotch, seeing a rise in his garment shorts, now curious how it compared. "Want to see mine?" Zachary asked. Ingles nodded timidly, both surprised by the invitation and his admitted acceptance. No going back now, he thought to himself. Elder Zachary pulled down his shorts as his companion watched on and stroked himself. It was exciting to see another boy naked, especially one who was hard. Ingles’ eyes darted up and down Zachary’s body. He’d thought he was cute before, but never let himself think much more beyond that. Now, the two of them were naked and exposed, turning each other on with their aroused cocks. The room was quiet for a second as the weight of it all took them over. They were in uncharted territory without any kind of map. The only sense of direction they had was their hormonal urges to fuck and cum. They each looked to the other for a sign of what to do next, awkwardly waiting for some kind of instruction. It was Elder Ingles, surprisingly, who shyly broke the silence. "Have you ever shown anyone your dick before?" Zachary said that he had when he was really little, other boys-childhood friends playing innocently. "Have you ever let anyone touch it?" Elder Ingles almost answered "yes" before Bishop Hart’s voice surfaced in his memory. He made his promise and he meant to keep it. "No, no one." A silence fell again, both boys unsure of how to proceed. Their inexperience crippled them from doing what their bodies and brains wanted more than anything else. This time, Zachary found the courage to break the silence and propose a radical move. "You… you want to touch it?" Elder Ingles once again felt his face heat up. He’d denied his same sex desires so long, and once again he was faced with the inconvenient truth. He wanted it. He wanted Bishop Hart, Elder Zachary, and many others as well. Like a tough pill of acceptance, the timid missionary felt a lump pass down his throat as he swallowed and said, "Yes." Elder Ingles got out of his tiny bed and walked over to Zachary’s. The two boys pressed their bodies close together as they tried to keep from falling off of the tiny twin size mattress. Each boy took the other’s stiff erection in their hand, feeling its warmth and power as they stroked it gently. They each felt an intense wave of pleasure take them over, feeling the same excitement they’d felt in Bishop Hart’s hand. Not sure what else to say, Elder Zachary said sheepishly, "You have a really nice dick." Elder Ingles blushed, instinctively a little embarrassed by the attention, but also turned on by it. He let out a little awkward laugh and replied, "You, too." The two boys playfully stroked each other more, occasionally smiling and laughing as they’d get caught making eye contact and fail to pretend like they hadn’t. It was a silly game that they didn’t know why they were even playing. Their upbringing, faith, youth and naivety hadn’t prepared them for what to do with each other, but they knew they wanted more. Elder Ingles’ balls still ached to release his load and Elder Zachary longed for his hole to be made full of cock and cum…
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Bishop Hart sat on the arm of the temple altar bed, waiting patiently for Elder Campbell to arrive. The day had come for the soft spoken Mormon boy to be ordained and receive the Higher Priesthood. Bishop Hart recalled the boy’s reticence at their first encounter. The look on the boy’s face when he was tied up and teased was one Hart knew he’d not soon forget. He knew, too, that he’d taken the missionary for granted in many ways. Teenage boys are full of hormonal emotions, causing them to act out, challenge, and even rebel, purely because their brain chemistry tells them to. Especially when they’re given a taste of sex, they can become downright volatile. But not Elder Campbell. Somehow, the usual struggle with submission that most boys go through passed over him. He wore his service as easy as his own name tag. Anything that was ever asked of him, he did, and tried his best to do so to please others. Bishop Hart didn’t need to train him or discipline him, he need only speak. After President Lee’s special blessing, Bishop Hart realized what he’d been ignoring. Seeing him through clearer, more grateful eyes, he decided to make the dedicated missionary’s ordination a momentous one. Just then, the freckled boy came into the room. As usual, he was dressed in a white shirt, pressed tie, and perfectly ironed black slacks. Bishop Hart looked at him with soft eyes, raised a hand and gestured warmly for him to sit beside him. Elder Campbell moved purposefully, but in his heart felt his place: he knew he was there for Bishop’s Hart’s pleasure. The older man placed a hand on the back of the boy’s neck, feeling the short-cut hairs at the nape, squeezing gently to hold onto him. He turned the boy’s face to him, locking eyes with him, looking deep into his heart. There, in his youthful gaze, Bishop Hart saw a boy looking back at him with great respect, fondness, and desire. How could he have missed this? He leaned in slowly, bringing his mouth to Elder Campbell’s, and, taking a deep inhale, began to kiss the eager boy. Elder Campbell’s heart melted. He completely adored Bishop Hart. And he was being embraced by him so delicately and sweetly. He still felt the desire to serve him, but, in that moment, he also felt completely desired. Hart leaned him back on the couch, arching the boy’s back as he followed. With one hand on the back of the boy’s head and one on his crotch, he felt complete love for him. His eyes closed as they continued to kiss, which made Campbell’s grab for his crotch a pleasant surprise. Bishop Hart smiled, looked at the boy below him, and pulled him up. Standing, Bishop Hart removed the boy’s shirt and tie, punctuating each button and knot with a kiss to the boy’s face. Campbell stood still as usual, feeling his body tingle with pleasure as he gave himself over to his mentor. Hart’s hands continued onto Campbell’s belt and pants, stripping him down to the sheer mesh-like fabric of his garments. He paused from his disrobement to let his hands run over the boy’s body before sitting him back down on the sofa. Elder Campbell’s body was electrified with arousal, unable to resist stroking his concealed cock as he sat back. He looked on as Bishop hart proceeded to remove his socks and shoes. As his feet became bare, the older man took his soles to his mouth, kissing along their arches, even up to the tip of his toes. Bishop Hart then lifted up the boy’s legs, kissing along the insides of his thighs until his mouth was pressed against his crotch. He was taking him in inch by inch. Practically drinking him like a delicious wine. Letting him sit on his lips and his tongue. Standing up, Hart quickly removed his clothes, stripping down to his garments as Elder Campbell removed his own. They tore them off passionately, never breaking eye contact with one another. Something new and exciting was happening between them. Elder Campbell had seen the bishop naked before, had even been fucked by him. But now, the two of them felt connected in way he couldn’t have imagined before. With the older man standing naked, Elder Campbell couldn’t help pressing his face against his hard, chiseled stomach, admiring the shape of his abs. He kissed them one by one moving downward, making his way slowly toward his member. "Go ahead," Bishop Hart said, giving him a smile and a look of complete adoration. With that permission, Elder Campbell took the man’s cock into his mouth. It was just as smooth and hard as he remembered. It fit in his face perfectly, filling all the way back to toward his throat. He worked it lovingly and expertly as Hart rested a hand behind the boy’s head. Bishop Hart watched as Elder Campbell serviced him. His fingers trailed those short hairs again, feeling his cock swell and stiffen in the boy’s mouth. It was more than he’d hoped for when he first interviewed him. He knew Elder Campbell completely worshipped him, not just obeyed. It was unconditional and true. That made Bishop Hart want him all the more. As his cock got more and more sensitive, he knew it needed to find its way in Elder Campbell’s other tight, wet hole. Taking his cock out of the boy’s mouth, he took a seat on the daybed, leaning back as far as he could. He gestured to Elder Campbell like he had before, warm and inviting. The boy took the cue and got on top of the older man, spreading his legs over him. Bishop Hart took a finger and placed it in the boy’s mouth, feeling it still wet with saliva from his expert blowjob. With his digit well lubricated, he brought it around to Campbell’s backside, teasing his hole and warming it up for penetration. Elder Campbell moaned softly as he felt the warm, wet finger delicately poke at his hole, both still waiting to be ready and desperate for more. Bishop Hart felt carefully as the boy’s body relaxed and opened for him. His free hand ran up and down the boy’s hips, coaxing him into comfort. And just like that, he felt the tip of his finger slide inside. Bishop Hart moved his hand to his cock, positioning it right up against the eased hole. Elder Campbell held onto this bishop’s shoulders as he straddled the him, looking him in the eye as he felt the tip of penis press against him. With a smooth, slow motion, Bishop Hart felt the head of his penis slide inside the boy’s hole, swallowing him up. He moved both hands to the boy’s hips, holding him firmly in place as he made his way deeper and deeper. He had him. Just like that, Elder Campbell was his once more. His heart raced as his cock glided up and down, pushing past the boy’s tight ring, holding onto him with dear life. He wanted all of him. His body, mind, heart. But he knew before it was over, he was going to have to give him something, too. And for starters, that would be a hard, passionate pounding. And ultimately, a massive load of cum to seal him forever…
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Elder Zachary looked down at his shirt as he pulled it out of his pants. He’d taken great care to keep it neatly tucked and pressed, only to now be unexpectedly stripping down. Bishop Hart sat a couple feet away, watching him. The older man had asked him a series of probing questions about his sexuality. It wasn’t unexpected to be asked about pornography or masturbation, but Hart’s questions seemed more directed and focused than usual. They weren’t just about sex or thoughts of sex. They were about men. Specifically attraction to men. Elder Zachary knew the seriousness of the accusation and was quick to deny everything. Simply having those thoughts could get a boy sent home and ruin his future. When Bishop Hart asked if he’d be willing to prove his claim, he quickly and blindly said yes-having no idea what the test would be. And just like that, he was told to strip down. Down to his garments. Elder Zachary did as he was told, scared to death of the alternative consequences. Especially given what he admitted to. He was honest about having been shown porn-even that it was gay porn-and that it had an affect on him. But he’d been telling himself for so long that it wasn’t his fault. He knew his body got erections seemingly randomly, at almost anything. This little inconvenience of nature did provide him with some comfort: he never had to really consider that he might be gay. He could continue lie to himself and say that it wasn’t the men who turned him on, it was just another unfortunately timed boner. But even with that defense, he could tell the occurrences were happening more and more around the same stimuli: sexual thoughts towards a handsome man. As he removed his pants, he felt the familiar stirring in his genitals that he’d felt during the porn. His body was reacting again. And yet again, the only thing around him was a handsome, well-dressed, older man sitting beside him. And Bishop Hart could tell his presence was powerful. "Take a seat," Hart said, watching Elder Zachary finish put away the last of his clothing. He was stripped down to just his garment shirt and shorts. He kept his arms in front of his body, as if subconsciously trying to hide his nakedness. Or was he hiding something else? Bishop Hart took his hand and placed on the inside of Zachary’s thigh. He kept it there for a second, looking into the boy’s evasive eyes. The missionary seemed to want to look anywhere but at the bishop. He feared that he might see through his protestations and into his deepest, darkest thoughts. This tactic was useless, however, as a slight rise appeared in the boy’s shorts. Hart only needed to glace for a second to see it, and that settled everything for him right then and there. But he wanted to see just how far the boy could be pushed before he admitted it to himself. Before he submitted to Hart and to his own desires. He moved his hand up the boy’s thigh, slowly, inching closer and closer toward his genitals. "Does this make you aroused?" Hart asked. "No!" Zachary replied, still firm in his rejection. But now, his tone was different. Lighter, breathier. It seemed that the contact with the older man’s hand stirred up feelings so deep that he began to breathe harder, making every exhale release with an audible sound… almost a moan. Bishop Hart smiled. He’d barely even touched the boy and already he was practically panting. "I don’t think you’re being honest with me." His hand moved further upward, closing in on the bottom of the leg of his garment shorts. His hand stopped when it reached the opening, sending Zachary’s heart into a thunderous roll. The older man moved his finger playfully under the fabric, slipping just onto the previously protected flesh of his leg, just barely grazing into his private zone. It was enough to shoot the boy’s erection to full tumsence. Elder Zachary closed his eyes for a moment, embarrassed by the state of his penis. He heard no reaction from Bishop Hart, who continued to seem completely cool and collected. Zachary opened his eyes and made contact with Hart’s. They were like hazel pools of tiny crystals. They had a sparkle to them that nearly hypnotized him. His lips curled at the corners, giving him an ever present rakish appearance. His square jawline helped define his masculine chin. Zachary didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help but find himself completely and utterly attracted to him. A fact that only snowballed his arousal, leading him into a physiological response that made him even more vulnerable and exposed. Hart stood up and moved behind Zachary’s chair. He told the boy to remove his garment shirt while he retrieved a white rope and a bottle of oil from a nearby table. As soon as Zachary placed his sheer top on the floor, Hart gently took both his wrists and brought them together behind him. "What’s going on?" he asked, worried. "It’s all right," Hart replied calmingly. "I’ve got you." A lump rose in the boy’s throat that he swallowed down nervously. He could feel the soft rope thread around his hands, knotting him into complete submission. Bishop Hart then returned to his chair and observed the restrained missionary. He took a hand and rubbed his smooth chest, feeling the warmth of his body as his heart raced beneath. His touch drew upward to his neck, then back down toward his genitals, ending back on the boy’s thigh where he’d first brought him to arousal. This time, however, his hand moved back upward, under the leg of his shorts and into his crotch. His fingers followed the path right to the boy’s swelling testicles, tickling them gently and stroking at the base of the boy’s shaft. Elder Zachary’s moans continued, no longer just the acoustic tenor of his excited breaths, but now a direct response to each of Bishop Hart’s carefully executed teases. Hart pulled off the boy’s shorts, stripping him of his last bit of cover, leaving him exposed, aroused, and completely at his mercy. He picked up the oil and poured a few drops onto his palms. Taking a hand onto the boy’s bare cock, he slowly stroked him downward, letting the glistening liquid fall down to his balls. The touch was so slow and so pleasurable, it was nearly excruciating for Elder Zachary to bear. His whole body shook in response, making his face flush, mouth water, and toes curl. Unable to break free of his restraints, all he could do was beg. "Please… stop…" "It seems like you like this," Bishop Hart responded, looking at the rock hard cock he held in his hands as his proof. "I-I can’t control that." Bishop Hart leaned in, stroking him more, slowly and softly. He whispered to him, "You don’t have to keep telling me what I want to hear." Bishop Hart looked at him long. They studied each other’s expression for a moment, and then a strange look came over the boy’s sweet, youthful face. Zachary didn’t know what to think, but he got the sense from Bishop Hart’s bright, hazel eyes that he truly didn’t have to put on an act. He didn’t have to fight it. He let go of his denial and found comfort in his resignation. He let out a deep moan as his cock pulsed in the handsome man’s slick hands, feeling his body ready itself for a massive ejaculation. Bishop Hart continued to stroke him, sensing the power exchange that had just occurred. Elder Zachary had completely submitted to him in that moment, and everything from here on out would be in his control. Looks like the Brethren have just found their newest recruit…
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Elder Lund headed toward the private meeting room. He knew he was going to see Bishop Angus again, and he was surprised at how calm he was about it. Prior to his induction, the idea of being with another man seemed strange and wrong, even something to be scared of. The church was good about making sure he never once considered what it would be like. But now, having been inseminated time and again by the powerful men of the Order, it seemed as natural to him as breathing. He still didn’t think of himself as gay, but he couldn’t deny that there was something comforting about submitting himself to them. The idea stirred his loins even before he made it to his destination, causing his balls to tighten and his cock to swell. He tried to ignore it, knowing it was inappropriate to be walking around the temple with a growing erection, but he knew that before he left, he was going to have been bred once more. As soon as he entered the room, he caught sight of Bishop Angus, looking more handsome than ever in his white suit. The dark hair on his hands and knuckles stood out dramatically against the stark white of his sleeves, only exaggerating the bearish look of the scruffy daddy. His body looked powerful and strong, broad and commanding. Everything about him inspired Elder Lund’s feeling of masculine inferiority and submission. He not only recognized the man’s natural superiority, he worshipped it. It wasn’t long ago that he’d been blindfolded and fucked by Bishop Angus and President Ballard, completely at their mercy and pounded into obedience. Perhaps some of that experience never left him. Even in the bright, white room, he felt as powerless as he had in the dungeon, still in the bearded man’s thrall. Bishop Angus watched as the boy timidly made his way toward him. His eyes communicated his desire, and Lund continued even closer. As soon as the two were in reach of each other, Bishop Angus pulled him in, kissing him possessively and aggressively. The boy wasn’t as shaky as he’d been before. As Angus groped his body and tugged at his tie, he could tell Lund was resigned. He knew his place. He was about to be ordained into the Order and all signs of fear and hesitation had been trained out of him. Well, fucked out of him. Bishop Angus continued to kiss his scrawny servant boy, wrapping his hands around his body and feeling his power take him over. It was hard to not feel superhuman when he was with someone of Elder Lund’s frame. The tiny boy moved in his arms easily and smoothly, responding to his will like his own personal toy. As he continued to touch him and molest him, he took pleasure in slowly undressing him, watching as this obedient straight boy bent to his will, allowing him to touch him and possess him completely. And yet, the only thing that betrayed his sexuality was the massive hard on concealed within his pants. Angus delighted in grabbing at it, even placing his furry hands in the boy’s garment shorts once he’d removed the boy’s belt. It was long and smooth, thick and hot. He held it as if it were a trophy-a symbol of his conquest of the boy’s mind and body. He’s mine, he thought to himself, feeling his own penis stiffen with excitement. Elder Lund knew to allow it, conditioned accordingly to do as his superiors demanded of him. He was turned on for sure, enjoying the feeling of a warm hand on his penis. And the dominance displayed was intoxicating as well. He knew nothing was going to stop what happened next, and somehow that freed him to simply give in to the pleasures he was feeling. Without having to think or decide, he found peace. Bishop Angus opened the boy’s shirt and pulled his garment top over his head, placing it behind his neck, exposing his smooth chest and narrow torso. The older man’s hands ran up his stomach toward his clavicle, feeling the boy’s heart pound inside like a furious drum. Angus took off the remainder of his clothes, stripping off his garments and letting his bulging, muscular, hairy body capture Lund’s gaze. He was impressive. Thick all over, particularly his chest and thighs. Lund knew all too well what his size meant in practical terms. For every pound of muscle and meat he had over him, the harder and deeper his thrusts became. It had been a while since he’d felt the full force of the powerful bull, but it was not something he could ever forget. With Bishop Angus undressed, he guided the boy onto the daybed, laying him on his back with his legs up in the air. The boy’s lean legs positioned high, opening his butt up for the older man’s view and satisfaction. It was quick when it happened. Sudden and surprising to Elder Lund. Angus ran his thick cock over his hole, teasing him slightly, feeling the silky smooth tip of his penis against the tight ring of the boy’s hole. With a confident push and the follow through of his massive body, Angus penetrated through the straight boy’s sphincter, plunging deep inside him and landing up against his delicate prostate. Elder Lund winced for a second, a slight sting in his hole as it yielded to Angus’ manhood. The burning feeling subsided as a wave of acceptance passed over him. He knew this is how it was meant to be. To give himself completely to a stronger, more powerful man. As he looked up, he could see the hunger in Angus’ eyes to own him and claim him. His cock moved in and out of him with ferocity as he stroked himself, feeling his own urge to cum build closer and closer…
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Bishop Hart has a particular way of doing things. And the brethren make allowances for his particular methods given his position of authority in the sacred order. When he speaks to a missionary, he speaks very directly and very succinctly, without much in the way of subtlety. Especially when they’re being inducted in the Order. Deep down he knows the boys are there to serve him, to worship him, and do whatever he asks. In that way, he sees no point in wasting time or words. Elder Campbell observed this as soon as he entered the room. Crawling on all fours in just an oversized ceremonial robe, he felt like a pet with its tail between its legs. The small door he came through only cemented that feeling, and continued to color the remainder of his experience. As soon as he made his way in, Bishop Hart grabbed him on the back of the neck while he was still on all fours. "Come with me," he said plainly, guiding him to the foot of a bed placed in the center of the white space. Nothing else was in the room. No framed pictures, no furniture. It seemed as though this tiny room had only one purpose, and that was to hold this secret bed. The older man sat on the edge, looking down at his young servant. He looked into the boy’s puppy eyes eye, big and eager looking back up at him. Just the sight gave a rise to his pants, but instead, he demanded a different kind of attention. "Take off my shoes," he said. Again, with the tone of someone speaking to a lesser creature. Elder Campbell did as he was told and was thrown off by the disconnected way in which he was spoken to. It was strange to have Hart direct him in such a way, especially since he’d been fucked him and knew him in the most primal way. Still, he couldn’t deny that his own coverings were beginning to rise. The boy removed Bishop Hart’s socks and shoes, even washed his feet as instructed with a damp cloth. His hands ran slowly of the tops and bottoms of his feet, feeling his penis growing harder under his large robe. "Put down the rag and get closer to me." Elder Campbell wasn’t sure what he meant, but didn’t want to disappoint. He put the rag on the floor and inched himself further between the handsome man’s legs. He was so close, his chest nearly touching the edge of the mattress. Brother Hart gave him a corrective pull closer, pressing the boy’s forehead directly against his belt buckle. "Stay," he ordered, speaking to him once more like a dog. And not unlike one, Elder Campbell stayed motionless, feeling the cold buckle above his eyebrows, staring directly into the man’s bulging crotch. While he stayed still, Bishop Hart paused, looked down, and ran a hand over the boy’s auburn hair. He could feel the boy’s nervous breath hot in his lap, warming his thighs. He could see the boy’s erection between his legs, and he smiled to himself, pleased that even despite his humiliation, the boy was still completely aroused. His fingers went down to Elder Campbell’s ear, running behind it. The act sent goosebumps over the boy’s freckled body, sending his fine hairs up. It felt strange but good. Comforting but also humiliating. He’s actually treating me like a pet, he thought to himself, his gaze unbroken from the man’s zipper fly. Bishop Hart began to unbutton his shirt cuffs, staring off into the distance, seemingly completely detached from the boy between his legs. He slowly proceeded to undress himself, taking off his suspenders and shirt, unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper. All the while Elder Campbell obediently followed the word "stay." Once Bishop Hart was fully undressed, pants kicked off, sitting naked on the foot of the bed, and crotch was exposed, Elder Campbell’s breath fell on his penis and excited him more. The boy, too, could see his manhood and his mouth began to water, knowing it was inches from his face. Hart took the boy’s head in his hand, holding firmly onto his chin, and looked the boy right in the eye. "Use your mouth to get me fully aroused." Elder Campbell would have been insulted to be spoken to like an animal or a pet in training, but being with Bishop Hart clicked something in his head. The something that clicked when they were first together in his office. The part of him that not only was turned on by his handsome looks, but the part that hungered to be dominated by him. Almost as quickly and abruptly as he obeyed "stay," he acted enthusiastically when he heard "go." The boy’s wet, warm mouth opened and took his shaft deep into his mouth, pushing against the back of his throat so hard it seemed to push additional air out through his nose to make room. He sucked his cock passionately and dutifully, trying hard to get the man’s member to grow bigger and bigger between his lips. It was working, too. Bishop Hart sat back and enjoyed his blowjob. The look on his face was one of superiority and entitlement. He was pleased, but he wasn’t surprised. This is how men of his position are supposed to be treated and he was simply reaping his just rewards. "Keep your mouth open and head still," Hart ordered, moving from his seated position to standing upright. The boy stopped suck, took a beat of a surprised, but then opened his mouth with his head and neck locked in place. Bishop Hart inched his cock closer to the open hole of the boy’s face and pressed it inside, using his wet tongue as a guide to slide in deep. Hart held the boy’s head between his hands and pulled his cock out slightly, bringing the head of his penis just out far enough to the warm, breathy entrance of the boy’s mouth. He pushed back in again and then back out. In and out. Again and again. He soon built up the speed and momentum of a true thrust. He’s fucking my mouth, Elder Campbell realized, barely able to form the thought while also focusing on breathing and holding the man’s massive cock inside him. Bishop Hart gyrated his pelvis in and out of the boy’s face, using him purely for his satisfaction. Bishop Hart continued to fuck his mouth for a while, feeling his balls swell and tighten in anticipation of bursting. "Stop." He took his cock out of Campbell’s face and looked down at him once more. He spoke slowly and directly, again, as if he were giving instruction to a pet. "I’m going to lie on my back. You’re going to crawl on top of me and you’re going to put my cock inside you." With barely a moment for the boy to react, Bishop Hart pushed himself back on the mattress, positioning his entire body flat on top. Elder Campbell followed behind him slowly, giving the older man the time to get in place and get comfortable. Unceremoniously and without any extra foreplay, Elder Campbell bent his legs up over the older man’s body and took Hart’s wet cock in his hand. With a quick guide and placement, he put the erection directly up to his hole, relaxed, and let it slide inside him. As soon as it pierced his sphincter, Campbell sat back on it, letting it fill him completely. Campbell took a quick breath, relishing the feeling of the man penetrating him, still slightly awkward that all this was done so directly and bluntly. Nevertheless, his dripping cock proved he was loving it way more than he even realized. He rocked himself back and forth, letting it move inside his hole like it did his mouth. Bishop Hart looked on as Campbell opened his hole on him and serviced him with his body. He let the boy ride him for a moment, giving him a taste of autonomy in this initial penetration. He knew he wanted to use the boy as a fuckhole and show him what true submission looks like…
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