Elder Lund - ORDINATION - Elder Lund headed toward the private meeting ro...

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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