Logan Cross - Elder Land - Ordination
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 mesmerized by his touch and the soft caress of his palms not hitting him. Then, the kind hand moved away, breaking its perfect union with his body. An eternity passed in a couple of 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?
Elder Holland - - Atonement - RAW
Atonement is a key part of a Mormon?s life. And Elder Holland has much to atone for. The young boy is nervous to meet with President Oaks and President Nelson, knowing the power that both men have over him. And yet, he?s excited to see what more they?ll ask of him? and to see what he?s capable of giving.
Elder Holland - - Initiation - RAW
Having proved his willingness to submit, President Oaks was happy to bring the handsome troublemaker into the Order. Elder Holland was surprised how good it felt to be fucked by him, leaving him hungry to service the older man again. Oaks knew Holland could be useful? he just needed to be trained. Initiation affirms his place and his purpose.
Brother Angel Morales - Elder Stewart - The Law of Consecration - RAW
The priests have met to discuss young Elder Stewart?s punishment for stepping out of the bounds of proper missionary conduct. He is one of their favored boys, so they do not want to expel him from the mission altogether. Instead, they hope to instill a sense of discipline in the boy in one fell swoop. They rule that the boy must brave the stretcher, expanding his asshole to its limits as he makes his way to the end on progressively larger pegs. Each peg widens Stewart?s hole a bit more and leads him to the brink of his sexual abilities. If Stewart can redeem himself this way, he will prove that he has what it takes to join The Order one day. Stewart accepts his consequences. From the moment his sins were discovered, he knew The Order would come down on him sooner or later. There is nothing that escapes their sight, and Stewart?s actions are certainly no exception. He is so overjoyed that they are not sending him home that he is willing to take whatever punishment they throw his way. Little does he know, making his way across the stretcher will be one of the most challenging tasks of his young life. He takes some lube in the palm of his hand and sits on the first peg, feeling it penetrate his rectum slowly. It is not so difficult yet, and his worries are slightly eased. However, as he moves onto the second, he begins to feel the scrutiny of the priests. Immediately, he begins to feel just how big these pegs are. He is unsure whether he will be able to make it to the end, but this only causes him to double down. His resolution is to make it to the end at all costs. Only then will the brethren know what he is made of.
Maxx Monroe - Elder Gardner - The Endowment
Elder Gardner was focused as he tied his tie. He tried calming himself in the mirror but couldn?t stop thinking about his journey down the priesthood stretcher. He understood that it had been a punishment for having shared the secrets of the Order, and he wanted to atone. Bishop Angus and President Ballard oversaw his atonement, but the punishment had been intensely erotic. Mentally he would have gone the distance, start to finish. But he became intensely aroused and this confused him. Physically things were happening that were out of his control and ultimately his body could only handle so much. Both men were patient with him and coached his progress, but ultimately saw his limits. Failing to complete the stretcher meant, of course, the men took turns fucking his weary hole. Afterwards, Elder Gardner wanted more than ever to earn their trust and love. The Brethren had strict rules, but were not known to harbor resentments or punishments for long?especially on those who are truly committed to the mission of the Order. Angus and Ballard had long forgiven him, even before his defeat on the stretcher. They knew how much he wanted their approval and it swelled their hearts to see it. But it also made other parts swell as well. And with this, they knew that the boy?s guilt would push him to go further. Bishop Angus took the lead and called Elder Gardner back to the temple. The boy?s hands were shaking even when arrived, long after his trial in the mirror. He didn?t just worry he?d be punished more, he felt deep down that he had to be. He held his head high as he entered, presenting himself according to the standards he?d been given, but deep down, he wanted to hang his head in shame. Bishop Angus could see the boy?s consternation and felt obliged to relieve him of his torment. This boy didn?t need to be played with. He needed to be loved. Cared for. Held. The handsome muscle bear walked right up to him and wrapped his arms around him, giving him the biggest, warmest hug he could. He could practically feel Gardner?s body unravel as he did, giving him permission to drop his tension. He looked at the boy?s worried eyes, smiled, and kissed him softly. Their lips met and their mouths reacquainted with one another. Within seconds, Gardner?s timidity faded away and his joy made him passionately kiss the older man back. He was so relieved and so desperate to show his love. Bishop Angus made quick work of undressing him, kissing him all while he unknotted Elder Gardner?s tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed his pants. Gardner?s erection was an impressive sight for the bishop. He?d seen it before, but every time it amazed and amused him. He felt a bit of pride in himself that he could inspire so many inches to stand at attention. He reached out and touched it over the textured surface of the boy?s exposed garments. In a sudden burst, Angus wrapped his arms around the boy?s waist, running his hands beneath the waistband of his garments, moving his fingers and palms over the soft curvature of his butt. It was so smooth and soft and seemed to fit the geometry of his hands perfectly. He moved them up and down slightly, feeling them mold to his pressure, stealing grazes of the boy?s hole with his finger tips. The older man stepped back and began to take of his own clothes, layer by layer unburdening himself of the vestiges of his formal attire. Once he was stripped down to his nakedness, Elder Gardner wrapped himself around his broad, muscular body as tightly as he could, as if getting closer to him would grant him absolution. Angus smiled and felt the boy?s monster cock hard against him. He reached down into the boy?s shorts and pulled it out. He held it firmly in his hand, stroking it up and down as he leaned in to kiss his good boy. It wasn?t long before Angus felt that his own needs demanded attention. He pulled off the boy?s garments, leaving him naked and horny before him. He guided him to a couch nearby and bent him over sofa?s length. Gardner?s hands reached forward as his back arched and his ass rose high in the air. Bishop Angus?s eyes went wide and he had to wipe his mouth slightly to catch the rush of saliva on his tongue. He pounced down on the boy?s ass, feasting on his hole like he was biting into a fresh piece of fruit. His strong paws first just cupped the boy?s cheeks as they had beneath his garments, but now fully open to him and pressed against his face, he was compelled to pull them apart, nearly tearing open the boy?s hole to get his tongue in him deeper. He could taste him at his most vulnerable and most giving and couldn?t get enough. As he continued to gorge himself on boy butt, his rimming was so strong that Elder Gardner was pressed down flat. His moans were only slightly muffled by the couch cushions, building louder and more intense as Angus masterfully licked him deep. Angus became more and more aroused by him as his tongue coerced out the sweet melody of his moans. He leaned up and brought Gardner?s mouth to his. The boy could taste the nectar of his hole on the man?s tongue. The cocktail of his saliva and boy juice was intoxicating and made him eager to be fucked. As if by instinct, the boy?s back arched so that his hole pressed against the tip of the man?s cock. Bishop Angus was on the same page. It was time. He?d been a good boy and done what was asked of him. It was time he be ordained into the order. Angus lifted the boy up by his waist, positioning him on all fours. He looked down at the glistening sight of his pink hole in front him, as if it were calling out to him for penetration. With a soft, gentle push, Bishop Angus? large, powerful frame moved slowly toward Elder Gardner. As soon as he made contact, he could hear a soft exhale from the eager missionary as his hole relaxed perfectly to take him. Without any struggle or resistance, Angus made his way inside him as smoothly as blade into a scabbard. He held himself there for a moment, balls deep in the young boy, feeling his ass pulsate around him, quivering and trembling with excitement and yearning. This was the moment Gardner would be forever a part of the Order. As with all ceremonies, the only thing left was to seal him with seed. Angus pumped his cock in faster and harder, feeling the walls of the boy?s body cling to his shaft, milking him of his load. He knew he was going to fill the boy up right and make him part of their spiritual family?
Rod Pederson - Elder Miller - Missionary Bedroom - RAW
Elder Miller proves his worthiness by riding the Mission President?s cock. Elder Miller is just the kind of enthusiastic, friendly missionary boy you hope will knock on your door. He?s always smiling and eager to please. He also happens to be a handsome stud with a ripped body. He has been having lots of sex on his mission, with other missionaries and with his priesthood leaders, so when he gets called in for a meeting with President Wilcox, he?s very excited. He irons his shirt and pants, polished his shoes and heads to the mission home. President Wilcox loves Elder Miller?s infectious energy and his good attitude. He has also heard that the boy?s body has to be seen to be believed. When the missionary walks into the room, smiling, President Wilcox feels his dick start to get hard. He smiles back. ?Elder, we?re going to be doing your interview today before your ordination.? Elder Miller is up for it. He takes a look at the older man?s big hands, and wants nothing more than to feel them on his body. ?Great!? The president has the boy stand up, and he eagerly does. A hint of his hot body is already visible through his tight, white shirt. He smiles and looks the president right in the eye as the man takes off the boy?s tie and unbuttons his shirt. He slides the shirt off the boy, and his big arms are bulging in his garments, and the garments hug his thick chest. The president runs his hands up and down the boy?s tight torso, then lifts the garments off over his head. It?s true, what everyone else said. The boy?s body is drool-worthy. His hands on Elder Miller?s trim waist, President Wilcox fastens his lips to one of the boy?s nipples and sucks. He reaches down to the boy?s crotch and feels his cock, then licks from the belly button up to his chest. Elder Miller smiles and eats it up. The president?s lips are so wet and juicy. Every muscles in the boy?s torso is hard and defined, and the president spends time running his tongue over each one before turning the boy around and running a hand over his muscular arms. The president strips off the boy?s pants and makes him sit down, wearing just the garment bottoms. It turns Elder Miller on to be almost completely nude while the president is still in his suit and tie. He loves showing off, and it?s obvious President Wilcox loves his body. Still, he wants to get his hands on the man?s dick. So he stands up and starts to undress him. President Wilcox let?s the boy do it all for him, running his hands over Elder Miller?s body while his shirt and pants come off. His fat dick is half hard, and Elder Miller gropes it before kissing his nipples. President Wilcox is so horny that his whole body feels sensitive, and he whimpers as the boy sucks on his nipple. Elder Miller plays with the president?s dick with one hand and his own dick with the other, then he pulls down the man?s garments and puts that dick in his mouth while jerking himself. President Wilcox looks down at the handsome boy sucking his cock and all he wants in the world is to slide it into the boy?s hole. Elder Miller takes his time, licking the head of the cock gently and sucking on the thick shaft. He takes the president?s garment off completely and starts to work on his dick a little harder, one hand squeezing the baser of his cock. Then the president gets on his knees and worships the boys beautiful dick through the flap in his garments. With the president?s big sensual lips on his cock, Elder Miller puts a hand on his own hard ass and starts to massage his crack. With his other hand, he pushes the president?s head down on his hard dick. As the man deep throats him, the missionary can hear little gagging noises. The president rips the garment bottoms off too and takes a good look at the naked missionary boy before swallowing his cock again. Getting blown makes Elder Miller want to get fucked. Luckily President Wilcox?s thick cock is throbbing and he?s eager to stuff it in the boy. He bends Miller over face down on some furniture and spits on the boy?s blonde hole. He massages the hole with a finger before slowly, gently pushing it in. The hole is tight, but he works a second finger in while he slicks up his cock with spit. The hole is ready to get fucked, so he stands up and guides his thick dick in. Elder Miller feels every inch of it. He closes his eyes and bursts into a giant smile as the dick fills his hole. The feeling is intense, but he loves it. He can feel the head of the cock deep in him, and as the man climbs up on the furniture with him he can feel the weight of his body pressing down. President Wilcox tells the missionary that he?s a good boy and starts to really thrust into him. Elder Miller arches his back and pushes his butt onto the dick. The president?s big, muscular body works away over the moaning boy?
Logan Cross - Elder Land - Bonds of Brotherhood - RAW
Elder Land?s skin tingled as Bishop Gibson moved around him. It was an unusual sensation, like goosebumps, but better. Something about standing next to the handsome man while he was completely naked stirred up something inside him. Save for the temple shield he was provided, he was as naked as he was back when the handsome bishop had fucked him back in his office. This moment was different, however. Bishop Gibson was performing the sacred initiation ceremony, speaking the words of the ritual and anointing his parts from head to toe. He proceeded very formalized, fitting the state of his dress. His shirt was neatly pressed, tie tied in a sturdy knot, and his pants were crisp with the one appropriate crease. This ceremonial attire is very unique and quite handsome, but also standard for a male ordinance worker to wear in the temple. But there was something about the formal nature of his attire, and the ceremony, and his words. For someone who had not long ago fucked him and inseminated him, the formal way he spoke and moved about him was intensely arousing. Elder Land wondered if he?d imagined the whole thing. It wasn?t until the bishop?s bulge could clearly be seen through his white pants that the boy sensed the return of attraction. Bishop Gibson?s touches lingered longer and longer. His manipulation of his body parts became more like groping than gesturing. Especially when the bearded man moved his digits down toward his crotch. Elder Land didn?t know what to do and tried to remain still and respectful during the ritual, but his baser instincts got the better of him. Before he knew it, he was sporting a fully standing erection in front of Bishop Gibson. The bishop continued along, hardly acknowledging the boy?s penis. He moved it out of the way when he needed to and blessed the rest of his body. It was a strange and heady experience. Gibson knelt down to bless the boy?s legs and feet, bringing his face at the same level as the boy?s conspicuous boner. Bishop Gibson took the boy?s genitals in his hands, stroking his shaft and testicles, and finished the ceremony by anointing his loins. Elder Land felt his hole tighten and his breath flutter as he felt his warm hands caress him. He knew it was wrong but he wanted dearly to be back in the place where Bishop Gibson was inside him, filling him and fucking him. And this touch made him feel like he was getting there. Bishop Gibson took to his feet and stood next to the naked boy. He brought his mouth to Land?s and kissed him softly. Land closed his eyes as he felt the soft hairs of the man?s blonde beard graze his face. The older man took the boy?s hand and sat him down on a nearby stool. Gibson then took the boy?s shield and moved it back over his shoulders, opening his naked torso to full exposure and access. Gibson looked down at the sexy, seated missionary as he began to remove his jacket and tie. Land looked back up at him, biting his lower lip gently in anticipation of what would come next. Gibson began to unbutton his shirt and roll up his sleeves when he noticed the shiny tip of the boy?s cock, glistening with a sudden secretion of pre-cum. His eyes widened and he feel to his knees, eager to get a taste. Taking the boy?s cock into his mouth, he sucked on him deep, hoping to get more of the boy?s sweet juice onto his tongue. What little he got was enough to leave him hungry for more. Elder Land moaned as he felt his groin being sucked and stroked, loving every wave of sensation that accompanied the older man?s actions. Bishop Gibson turned the boy around on the stool, feeling the craving for a more substantial meal. He removed Land?s shield as the boy bent over and placed his smooth, soft hole up in the air for him to see. It was more beautiful than the older man remembered. Slowly, Gibson removed his shirt and pants, stripping down to just his garments. He pulled his cock out through the front slit and stroked it as he became mesmerized on the boy?s butt. Bending over the boy?s body, Bishop Gibson leaned his head down between the boy?s cheeks, pressing his furry face softly into his hole. He inhaled deeply before he let his salivating tongue loose on the Land?s hole. It was sweeter than honey. With one hand on his cock and the other pressed firmly on that far cheek of the boy?s butt, Bishop Gibson kissed and licked the boy?s hole over and over. His lips wrapped around it and sucked hard, teasing the boy with feelings of intense teasing, tickling, and suction. Elder Land felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the rush of sensations pulsating out from his behind. He?d always loved to play with his hole and saw it as his primary source of sexual satisfaction. And now, Bishop Gibson was working it and using it in ways he?d never thought of. The young missionary held tightly onto the stool he was bent over as Gibson?s soft beard hairs brushed up and over his wet, open hole. Bishop Gibson leaned up from his savory dish and stood up to remove his garments. Elder Land looked back to see the man wiping excess saliva from his mouth as his underwear came off to reveal his lean, athletic, furry boy. He had the look of the big bad wolf about to bite into his little red hole. The older man ran his fingers over Land?s taught pucker, feeling it react on their tips, teased into wanting to take them in. He leaned in one last time to taste the sweet ass. As his tongue ran across it one more time, he shot his head up and knelt directly behind the bent over boy. Elder Land had thought about being fucked again by the bishop over and over. He tried not to, but for days following, his sore hole was in unavoidable reminder of just how much he wanted it. And now, having been kissed and licked long by the sexy older man, Elder Land could have practically begged for his cock. As if hearing the secret wish, Gibson moved himself closer and placed the head of his member directly up to mouth of the boy?s ass. He kept it still for a moment, watching the hole pulsate and quiver sensing its fate. Placing a gentle hand on the side of his hip, Gibson moved in slowly as Elder Land took a deep, calming breath. In unison, the two did what was necessary for the bishop to make his way inside the boy?s wet hole all the way to the base with one, steady, constant motion. Once inside, he held himself firmly in place, letting the boy?s hole adjust to it?s new state. Pressed apart and filled by his cock, Land?s ass shook around his shaft, tightening and pulsing around him. Gibson closed his eyes, too, feeling the incredible sensation of fucking in place. There?s nothing quite like the hole of a boy who wants you more than anything else. After a moment, Gibson let his hips move, moving in and out of the boy?s insides, going deeper each time. Elder Land?s moans grew louder as he managed to take the man harder and faster. Gibson knew the boy was special and deserved the rimjob he?d been given to feel good. But now it was his turn, and he wasn?t going to stop until the young boy?s insides were completely coated with his seed?
Elder Holland - - The Calling - RAW
President Oaks has heard all about Elder Holland?s bad behavior, including the way he?s used and abused his own son. Oaks is eager to mold the young missionary into a submissive member of the Order, training him to respect and obey his superiors. ?And of course, he needs to punish the boy for taking advantage of his pride and joy.
Brother Angel Morales - Elder Stewart - Stepbrother's Oath - RAW
Angel, with his glowing caramel skin and smooth-talking delivery, has always had a knack for undressing young missionary boys. Elder Stewart is no exception. He believes that everything they do is confidential, a secret to be kept between them. Little does he know, Angel is in close contact with The Order every time he fucks a new missionary boy. It is almost a rite of passage for the young men to slide up and down Angel?s thick pole, and Stewart has taken his turn with flare. While this may not be Angel?s first rodeo, it has surely been a memorable one. Before getting caught, he estimates that he must have fucked young Elder Stewart more than ten times. Stepbrother Clark is unphased by this news. He knows just how alluring Angel can be to the young men of the mission, so he is not particularly disappointed in Stewart?s giving into temptation. Nevertheless, he must not divulge just how much he understands Stewart?s plight to him. If he is too kind in the face of sin, the boy will never learn to follow the rules of The Order. Following the rules is key to a missionary becoming a proper servant. Without them, he is a wandering soul in the wilderness ? a veritable heathen. To redeem himself, Elder Stewart is ordered by Clark to undress. He then whips out his cock and touches himself in front of the two older boys. As they watch, they too feel lust boil up in their hearts. To show Stewart that he is not alone in his sins, they take out their erect penises and stroke themselves. They jerk together in the office, feeling a connection to each other that they never expected. And as they all reach climax together, their bond is solidified.
Maxx Monroe - Elder Gardner - Covenant - RAW
Most boys feel an intense feeling of honor and fulfillment once they?ve been initiated into the Order. The Brethren see it plainly in the face of each of their new inductees time and time again. Though for Elder Gardner, it appeared that his joy was a bit diminished. Bishop Angus was the first to see this following his ritual insemination of the eager missionary. Behind his eyes he could see his worry and concern. When asked about it, Gardner confessed that he was still upset about having not kept their sacred secret. Bishop Angus knew the matter was resolved and was concerned that it would take more unique measures to ease the worried boy?s mind. He called in President Ballard to help him calm the boy, knowing full well that the two had a special bond. The two men met with Elder Gardner in the temple and told him about the rare ceremony of the Second Anointing. Elder Gardner looked at them and insisted that he was not worthy of such an honor, but the priesthood leaders removed his clothes all the same. Standing before them in his undergarments, Gardner did as he was told despite his internal struggle. He did as the men told him and proceeded with the ritual. As he stood, Bishop Angus and President Ballard ran their hands over his body, massaging his arms and shoulders, moving up and down his torso closer and closer to his genitals. The men placed their hands in his shorts, caressing and fondling his penis, feeling its heat as it sprung to arousal. The advances and touches of the two men were enough to make Elder Gardner moan with pleasure. He couldn?t help himself. Each graze and gesture shot sensations through his body, penetrating through the walls of his shame. As he looked down, he could see his penis in their big, strong, stepdaddy hands, being worked from base to tip. President Ballard leaned in and kissed him, brushing his neatly trimmed beard slightly against his hot and moistened lips. Their pout drew him in as if they were soft pillows he could rest on. With one hand, he tease the boy?s nipple. Like a trigger, it sent shocks throughout his body, stiffening his member as Bishop Angus pulled gently on his shaft. It was hard to determine what to stay focused on, but Elder Gardner was certain about one thing: he was going to do anything and everything they asked of him. The two men broke from their teasing to remove Gardner?s clothing. With one on top and one on bottom, the young boy was completely naked before them in a matter of seconds. Standing there in the warm, white room, the boy was once again aware of his nakedness in stark contrast to the clothed men next to him. He didn?t feel uncomfortable as he had before. For once, it felt right?like it was something God and nature intended. President Ballard and Bishop Angus took his hands and guided him onto a large, cushioned altar behind him. He was placed on top, seated with his legs hanging over the edge. He was he was going to be asked to service them in some way and he was prepared to fulfill his obligation. But to his surprise, the two men took out bowls of warm water and each knelt in front of him. With a small washcloth ready, they each silently claimed a foot and began to wash his feet. What is this, he thought to himself. How is it that I?m the one being served? His question barely had time to echo in his mind as he felt a release move through him. As they washed him, his mind quieted and he felt himself being to relax in way he hadn?t for some time. Once he was cleaned, he was instructed to lie down on the altar, face down with his arms out. As he got himself into position, Elder Gardner watched as the two men removed their jackets and began to roll up their sleeves. He couldn?t explain it, but the sight made him excited all over. These sexy men were getting to work on something. Face down, it was hard for him to see much of anything else. But then, President Ballard stood in front of him, hands shiny with oil, and he began to massage his back and shoulders. Before the sensation fully penetrated his skin, he could feel similar hands on his legs, moving up and down from his feet to his buttocks. Bishop Angus was also massaging him. The boy closed his eyes, overwhelmed by how good it felt. Their strong hands worked into every muscle on the back of his body. Every knot and tense cluster was pressed and kneaded and relieved of all tension. President Ballard massaged his neck, making his body go heavy as he relaxed and let go to their movements. He couldn?t believe how good it felt to drop his thoughts and settle into the feeling of being cared for. Bishop Angus worked his legs carefully, slowly spreading them apart as he made his way up toward his crotch. As they spread, his thighs opened up his buttocks to reveal his perfect hole. His hands moved over it, massaging the muscles in his ass and between the cheeks. They moved up to his lower back, pushing in with needed pressure before moving back down to gently open him up. The two men could see how their efforts were working on Gardner, allowing him the opportunity to truly relaxed and feel appreciated. They wanted to reward him for his dutiful service and to remind him that he had a special place in the Order. Turning him over, President Ballard and Bishop Angus were delighted to see it wasn?t just working on the inside of his body. As he flipped onto his back, Elder Gardner?s big cock swung through the air, landing on his flat stomach with a thud. The two men oiled up their hands once more to work on his chest and loins. With one hand on his chest and the other cupping the base of chin, President Ballard leaned in to kiss Gardner. It was enough to top the boy?s cock off and give him a completely hard erection. Seeing this, the two men switched places and Bishop Angus moved to his front. The muscle bear watched as President Ballard stroked his cock with his oily hand, excited for what was to come. Bishop Angus leaned in and kissed the boy, tasting some of Ballard?s saliva still on his lips. He lingered on his tongue, taking him in just as much as he invaded his mouth. President Ballard took the boy?s cock into his mouth, feeling its slick surface move past his lips and glide on his tongue. Gardner?s moans were muffled by the other man?s kiss, but still strong enough to be heard by Ballard. Bishop Angus held the boy?s face in his hands, ran a finger over his lips and stood up. Looking at Ballard, he said simply, ?He?s all yours.? With that, Bishop Angus left the room where they?d been, leaving President Ballard alone with Elder Gardner. Ballard removed his suspenders, dropping them to the ground and his hands moved quickly to his pants and shirt. In Gardner?s dazed state, he hardly saw the full transformation. In an instance, he saw the older man standing beside the altar, his muscled body beaming with power and his massive, thick cock commanding authority. Ballard moved up onto the altar, kneeling behind Gardner and lifting his legs up high. The boy?s body was still heavy from the massage and immobilized from relaxation. He legs lifted limply onto the man?s shoulders, exposing his eager hole. With a light spread of oil on the tip of his cock, President Ballard pressed himself against the boy?s hole. He moved himself closer, a fraction of an inch at a time, before he felt the boy?s body yield to him. Elder Gardner let out a pained moan at first. His body was relaxed plenty, but President Ballard?s thickness was a challenged for even the most prepared bottom. He breathed deep and before he knew it, the fullness of the man?s member was completely encased by his sphincter. The young boy felt what he?d been waiting for: absolution. No more did he have to carry the burden of his guilt. He felt at peace and at home on the tip of the older man?s cock. And with that freedom, he moved himself on the man?s shaft, ready to feel something even better? his huge penis pour hot cum deep inside?
Daniel Grayson - Elder Esplin - Inspection - RAW
Since his phone call with President Ballard, Elder Esplin found himself moving about his day with unexpected ease. He?d spent so much of the time in his mission questioning and resisting the teachings of the Church that he?d forgotten what it felt like to be truly at peace. By completely giving himself over to the Order, he found a sense of purpose and freedom that he hadn?t expected. As he made his way to the Temple, he cleared his mind and prepared himself to receive whatever the Brethren had in store for him. Elder Esplin was surprised to find himself getting aroused as he put on his temple shield. It hadn?t been that long since his meeting with President Oaks when he?d worn the same thing and been fucked so passionately and gently by the sexy priest. President Ballard has always had a different touch with him. The bearded man had a rough and gruff exterior that was unique to the men of the Order. He had a raw masculinity that was both intimidating and intoxicating to the young man. Following the few instructions he?d been given, Elder Esplin found his way to a tiny, short door in the wall. It was strange, like something out of a nursery rhyme or kid?s story. Nevertheless, he got on all fours and crawled through on his hands and knees. A tiny hallway led to another small door, where he?d be instructed to wait. When a knock came, he opened the door and moved forward into another room. As his view expanded, he could see a tiny, private space with nothing more than a bed and the tall-standing Ballard himself. As soon as he made eye contact, the powerful and rough hands of the bearded president grabbed him firmly by the nape of his neck and guided him to the foot of the bed. ?Kneel,? his voiced echoed in the tiny room. Ballard took a seat on the edge of the bed and instructed the young man to wash his feet. Readily available was a clean cloth and a bowl or warm water. Esplin took off the man?s socks and shoes and prepared the man for service. Esplin had never been placed so low and been asked to service so submissively. Still, he did so with complete focus, showing his total devotion and commitment to his role. While he was carrying out his duty, he couldn?t help but be completely turned on. A slight smile came across Ballard?s face, seeing the change in the boy since they?d last met. He was proud and happy for the young man, and turned on as well. He stood up, bringing Esplin up with him. The older man slowly and with full dominance removed the shield from the young man. They stood barely an inch away from each other, close enough that just their chests were touching. Ballard could feel the energy of his unquestioned dominance and Esplin readied his body for all that Ballard would ask of him. Once Esplin?s shield was removed, Ballard unbuckled his belt and fed his thick, giant cock through the opening in his garments. He gently guided the young man to his knees, where he immediately and passionately began to worship the older man?s member. The power rushed to Ballard?s head while the blood rushed to his cock. For him, there was nothing quite as satisfying about having his cock sucked and serviced by a boy who?s completely submitted. He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure while Elder Esplin performed his duties. As the boy worked to wrap his mouth around the girthy shaft, President Ballard continued to disrobe, exposing the muscular secret of his sexy body. From down on his knees, his chest and arms looked especially impressive to Elder Esplin. It seemed there was no part of this man that wasn?t beautifully thick. Once Ballard was fully undressed, his mouth began to water for the young, blond man before him. Sitting back on the bed and moving Esplin up to his feet, President Ballard took the boy?s cock in his mouth and began to taste the sweet drops of pre-cum that had been leaking from the elder?s head. Hearing the Elder?s sounds of pleasure only excited the older man?s urges. He remembered how warm and tight his hole had been and was eager to see how it felt with his new attitude. Leaning back on the bed, he took a hand to his meaty cock and stood it straight up. Without any words being spoken, Elder Esplin took his cue and brought his body to sit on top. Straddling his legs around the muscle stepdaddy, he took deep breaths as he felt the wet, slick head of the president?s cock tap gently on his butt. Ballard?s thick cock was known to be a challenge akin to the Priesthood Stretcher, and Esplin was determined to conquer this challenge as he?d done the other. Taking a hand to the man?s cock, he guided it to his hole, maintaining eye contact with President Ballard. The older man watched as his young protege took the initiative, bringing his hole breaker right up to his hot, smooth sphincter. Their gaze was magentic, intensifying as the head the president slowly and gently made it?s way inside the young man. Very slowly, inch by inch, Elder Esplin?s body submitted to the power of Ballard?s giant cock, feeling it spread him wide as it made it?s way all the way in. Ballard was impressed with the boy?s drive and determination to take him all, and he was going to reward him with the fuck of his life?
Rod Pederson - Elder Miller - Disciplinary Action
Gorgeous Elder Miller?s companion caught him breaking the rules. Now he?s facing a painful and humiliating punishment at the hands of the Patriarch. Every missionary follows a long list of rules contained in the Missionary Handbook. These rules govern every aspect of a missionary?s life when they wake and go to sleep, how they dress, with whom they can be alone, what kind of music they can listen to and what books they can read. When a missionary keeps the rules, he demonstrates his obedience. Missionaries are strictly forbidden from reading anything other than the scriptures and a few books about the Church written by General Authorities. But an investigator had asked a question about Joseph Smith?s First Vision that troubled Elder Miller. He decided to do a little secret research on the internet. What he found disturbed him: Joseph Smith had told the story at several points in his life, and the accounts differed in irreconcilable ways. Was Joseph Smith hiding something about his first vision of God, the foundation of the Restored Church? The Patriarch heard about what Elder Miller had been reading from Miller?s companion. Knowing how serious the situation was, the Patriarch told Elder Miller to come see him without delay. Sitting in front of the Patriarch, Elder Miller feels a mixture of shame and defiance. He feels guilty for his confusion and doubt about the truth of the restoration, but he also feels angry that the Church doesn?t tell its members the whole truth. But his defiance quickly melts in the face of the powerful, older man?s authority. And he is embarrassed to find himself feeling lust for the Patriarch he can?t help imagining the older man taking control of his body. What would the Patriarch think if he knew what Elder Miller is dreaming about! The Patriarch makes Elder Miller tell him what he read, and then impresses on the young man that only the men of The Order know the full truth of early Mormon history. Elder Miller is too ashamed to voice his doubts, but the Patriarch can sense them. So he asks Elder Miller how he can be sure that what he saw on the internet wasn?t just made up by a bitter apostate? Why would he trust some anonymous web site rather than men called of God and ordained with his priesthood authority? Realizing his error, Elder Miller begs the Patriarch to punish him fully for his transgression so that he can be forgiven by God and complete his mission with honor. The Patriarch loves this part of confession not only will he get to be an instrument of the Lord in the young man?s repentance, he will also get to enjoy the young man?s beautiful body. The Patriarch bends the missionary over his knee and spanks him. Elder Miller is surprised he hasn?t been spanked since he was a child, and it hurts. But the stinging pain is also pleasurable, and he feels his balls and dick start to tingle with the beginnings of an erection. He closes his eyes and tries to will it away he can?t let the Patriarch know that he is enjoying this! But it?s no good. As the Patriarch spanks him harder and harder, and his butt begins to feel numb from the beating, his dick hardens despite his resistance. The Patriarch puts him on all fours, like a dog, and finishes this stage of the corporal punishment. Elder Miller has completely submitted to his authority. All that matters to him is being a good boy for the Patriarch. So he doesn?t resist when the Patriarch orders him to stand up, and continues undressing him, even though he?s terrified that his boner is about to be revealed. Or is it possible that the Patriarch is just like his mission companions who first told him about the True Order? Could it be that the Patriarch is liking this as much as he is? Once his pants come off, his excitement is clearly evident underneath his garments. When the Patriarch grabs his dick, a thrill of pleasure shoots through his body from his head to his toes. The Patriarch strips him completely naked and begins to jack him off. It takes all of the elder?s will power not to burst, but he?s still afraid to cum in front of the Patriarch. But as the Patriarch works over his hard shaft, Elder Miller can tell that he won?t be able to resist for long. He lets out a little moan his whole body feels sensitized, and his dick throbs in the Patriarch?s firm hand. His balls pull in tight to his body and he can?t control himself any more. A hot white jet of cum shoots from his dick. He can tell from the Patriarch?s face that he has been a good boy. All is forgiven. Elder Miller thinks maybe he should make a regular habit of doing things that will get him sent to the Patriarch.
Logan Cross - Elder Land - Atonement - RAW
Elder Land stared up at his ceiling all night. His companion was fast asleep, long mellowed by the mundanity of their day. But Elder Land was stuck thinking about what had he?d learned. Following his invasive meeting with President Faust?a meeting in which he was aggressively fondled and milked?the older man told him about a secret organization known simply as The Order. Elder Land was barely able to catch his breath from his exhaustive climax and couldn?t stop looking at his load as Faust took a cloth and wiped it from his hand. Between his deep breaths and pounding heart beats, he listened as President Faust explained the secret fraternal organization and how he was being invited to be inducted and tried for his worthiness. He didn?t know what it was more than that, but knew he wanted in. He instinctively knew this would help him manage his same-sex attraction. Maybe they had secrets and a deeper understanding of sexuality that others didn?t have? ?Or maybe this was a trick. But then he remembered there was a strange quote from Joseph Smith to the other early brethren of the church. He told a select group of converts that if they knew all the things that he knew about sex, they would want to take his life. What could he possibly have meant? Lying awake, his mind explored every possible option of what he should do and what the consequences of his action or inaction might be. He counted scenarios like he was counting sheep, and similarly, he went to be listless and uneasy. When he awoke, he thought he?d continue on with his missionary work. Maybe he could pretend nothing happened and ignore this new information about The Order. Other missionary boys seemed to be fine without it and he?d probably be better off without it. He was perfectly content in this until he received a call from his mission president. He would be going on splits. His companion would stay in their area, but he would be heading to the temple. He was told that he would receive a special calling. Once he got there, a temple patron stopped him on his way inside the temple and told him that the Brethren had requested his presence in office of the temple president. There he was to meet with Bishop Gibson. That did it. Bishop Gibson. The handsome, powerful, and tempting. The one thing that strayed him from true virtue. He nodded timidly and made his way to the temple president?s office to meet with the bishop. A part of him deep down thought maybe he should be running the opposite direction, but he knew just as deeply that he?d never forgive himself if he let this opportunity pass him by. As soon as he entered the office of the president, he was told to take a seat. ?I?m here to formally invite you into The Order,? the handsome man said to him, sitting behind his desk, blue eyes focused on the boy?s apprehensive expression. ?Do you know what that means?? Elder Land gulped, intimidated by how powerless he felt in front of him. ?I?ve heard of it,? he stammered, ?but I don?t know quite what to expect.? ?It means that you do everything I ask you to do,? said the bishop. ?And you can begin by standing up.? Elder Land did as he was told. Even when he was told to take off his shirt, he did was he was told. When Bishop Gibson told him to take off his pants, that?s the first time he blinked. ?Excuse me?? Land asked, surprised, mostly in disbelief that Gibson of all people was asking this of him. ?If you want to join the Order,? the bearded man spoke slowly and deliberately, ?you must do everything I say. Take off your pants.? And with that, Elder Land did. He wanted to make Bishop Gibson like him, even if it meant undressing in front of him and betraying his efforts to avoid same-sex encounters. This blind submission hit another road bump, however, when he was told to remove his garments. ?Take off your undergarments.? Land paused. He felt frozen. Still wasn?t sure this wasn?t a trip of some kind. He hesitated. ?I said, take off your undergarments.? Bishop Gibson could see his fear. It was enough to make the otherwise tan-skinned, healthy young boy look white as a ghost. The older man was struck with a moment of empathy, and in a kinder, gentler, almost paternal way gestured and said, ?Come here.? Elder Land stepped closer. He took shallow breaths with each step, waiting to see what would happen. His unspoken question was answered when Bishop Gibson ran a hand over his stomach, feeling under the shirt of his garments, tracing his fingertips over his abs. Elder Land had a tight, muscular body. It was compact like a gymnast?s, strong and masculine. It was seemingly at odds with his delicate and boyish face, making him look caught between adolescence and adulthood. Bishop Gibson took a moment to consider him and stated in a seductive whisper, ?You must do everything we say.? With that, he took a hand to the boy?s genitals, feeling them swell beneath the fabric of his garments, and listening as Land panted quietly inside his broad chest. Elder Land didn?t want to get hard, he didn?t even want to be aroused, but his body once again turned on him and revealed his true desires to a member of the priesthood. ?Nice. Very nice.? Bishop Gibson pulled off Land?s garments, revealing his smooth, athletic frame. He studied it for moment before continuing, ?Get on the desk.? Gibson stood up, clearing space for Land to move. The boy hesitated only for a second before getting on top of the desk as asked. It was strange and bizarre, but in a way, this was the fantasy he?d spent so many quiet, illicit moments fantasizing about. To have Bishop Gibson see him and want him. With his ass high in the air, his muscular backside was practically calling to the powerful bishop. He walked around the perimeter of the desk, checking out his young catch from all sides. When he stopped behind him, he gently pulled his penis back, pointing it?s hard, stiff length straight down. He played with his balls, too, watching them fall in place. But his real joy came when he leaned down and took a taste of Land?s tight hole. ?Very nice,? he whispered, almost to himself, as he came up from his first sampling. He licked his lips and savored him like he was delicious snack. He dove his face back down, harder this time, intentionally running the soft bristles of his beard against Land?s delicate, eager hole. As his mouth trailed over it, he could feel it react on the tip of his tongue. Elder Land was in ecstasy, but he was still torn about his feelings. Were it not for the fear of hell and all the damnation he?d been taught, being sensually tasted by Bishop Gibson would be his version of heaven. His mind and body were locked, however, on all fours on that desk. Nothing save for the words of Bishop Gibson could get him off. The older man lifted up from the boy?s hole and moved around to his front side. He looked in the wide, aroused eyes of his inductee, then down to his pouty lips. ?Kneel,? he ordered, with the precise severity of a trainer to a pet dog. And like a well trained pup, Elder Land was quick down to his knees. Bishop Gibson pointed casually to his crotch as he pulled his penis out through the pants zipper. It was clear to the young boy what that meant as he was fast to throw those pouty lips around the handsome man?s member. It tasted better than he imagined. Inhaling the scent of his crotch and sucking down the shaft of his penis, Elder Land worshipped his crush?s cock. Bishop Gibson looked down, unbuttoning his shirt and removing his belt. He was impressed. This boy was working hard for him. Really showing his devotion to him. And obeying every command he laid out. The older man continued to strip down, losing his clothing piece by piece while Elder Land never once lost sight of his mission: to serve. The only thing that fought for his attention was the gentle, appreciative way Bishop Angus ran a hand on the back of his head as he bobbed up and down on his shaft. It was subtle and soft, but it gave him a feeling unlike anything he?d hoped to receive before. ?I want you on the desk,? Gibson said softly. His tone wasn?t harsh, but simply direct. It spoke to Land in that same way the touch of his hand did. It made him submit, but only because deep down Land wanted to. Elder Land moved back to the desk, leaning over it and placing his hands flat on its surface. Behind him, Bishop Gibson removed the remainder of his clothing, stripping down naked. Land stole a look back, seeing the man?s amazing body. It was better than he fantasized, and it was right there with him. Bishop Gibson stood closer to him, stroking his hard, wet cock, placing a hand on the boy?s soft butt. He ran a finger up the crack of his ass, teasing his hole as it moved. Without much else, Gibson planted his penis where his finger had trailed, pressing it up against the tight pucker of his ass. Land closed his eyes, feeling the soft, golden hairs of the man?s stomach and legs press against him as he made himself closer and closer. Soon, it seemed as if he couldn?t get closer, pressing hard against the timid hole of Elder Land. The young boy took a breath, bit his lip, and exhaled slowly as he felt the fullness of Bishop Gibson slide inside him. Was he dreaming? Could this be real? How is it that he?s having sex with him? Bishop Gibson placed a hand on the boy?s shoulders, holding him tight as he moved himself even deeper. Once he was all the way, he could hear the end of the boy?s sustained breath turn into a moan. He hit the spot. Bishop Gibson had his target set. He pumped himself increasingly faster and faster, pounding his substantial member against the boy?s inside, making him moan louder and louder. And he knew he wouldn?t stop until the boy was oozing cum all over the desk?
Pierce Paris - Elder Ivy - Temple Violation - RAW
Since their first private encounter, Elder Ivy has not been able to take his mind off the beautiful silver-haired President Oak.Today, he must perform yet another ritual leading him closer to the high priesthood of the Order, and he is pleased to discover that it will be President Oaks overlooking the proceedings. Assisting him is Stepbrother Hales, who begins by commanding doe-faced Ivy to prepare the stretcher, a long wood bench that is studded with thick pegs to be plunged into his waiting asshole. The look of surprise on Ivy?s face when the stretcher is revealed is obvious, but he can do nothing but follow his orders, oiling up each of the pegs as he makes his way closer to President Oaks. Once the oiling has been completed, Oaks commands his Hales to prepare the boy by removing his clothes. As he peels off the young man?s dress shirt, he reveals Ivy?s toned body and chiseled abs, exciting Oaks as he watches from the chair. Oaks becomes so inflamed with the desire that he stops Stepbrother Hales from undressing the boy, choosing to finish the job himself. He reaches into the boy?s underwear from behind, grabbing his cock and massaging it before sending him to the end of the stretcher to begin the ceremony. Ivy sits gingerly down on the first peg, savoring the feeling of penetration as his smooth hole is expanded. He moves onto the next peg, realizing that they are becoming progressively larger as he proceeds. The thought of reaching the final peg simultaneously scares and excites him. But what he does not realize is that beyond the final peg waits for a hard assfucking from the waiting President Oaks. Once he completes the stretcher, Oaks slides his thick cock in from behind, spit-roasting the boy with the help of chiseled Hales, and teaching him that atonement comes with a mix of pleasure and pain.
Elder Holland - - Companionship Strife - RAW
Elder Holland blames his companion for what happened to him. His punishment was so severe that his butt was still sore when he and Elder Oaks were reunited! And to make matters worse, he?s sure his companion?s dad, President Oaks, didn?t do a thing. He?s determined to make him pay? and he?s not taking no for an answer.
Brother Angel Morales - Elder Stewart - Living Sacrifice Part II - RAW
Leafing through the pages of the sacred text, Stepbrother Clark pauses to take a look at his gold watch. He is deep in study, but he is growing antsy. It has been a while since he has had the opportunity to touch a boy?s body, and he is hungry for the affection and passion that comes from sensual engagement. He reaches down and touches his growing cock through his slacks, wishing there was a boy around who he could take advantage of. That?s when he hears rustling in the other room. He is unsure what it is, but he hears the clinking of belts accompanied by the small moaning sounds of a young missionary boy. He abandons his studies to discover the source. He peeks into the next room and sees Angel manhandling Elder Stewart on the bed. It is a strange sight to behold, like a lion mauling a lamb, but Clark is endlessly turned on as he witnesses their passion. He wonders whether he should interrupt the unsanctioned intercourse ? after all, it is his duty to help uphold the law of The Order. But his own lust is too strong to allow him to stop such an alluring display of masculine sexuality. He can only watch in awe as the boys ravage each other. Angel pulls young Stewart?s clothes off as he prepares to dominate his nubile body. He is excited to enter the boy once again, as they have had many secret rendezvous just like this one. He slides his cock inside Stewart?s mouth gingerly, letting the boy lick and suck the head of his dick. Then, he inserts his boner into Stewart?s tight asshole, breaking him in slowly as he sinks deeper into his butt. Finally, the desire erupts in a shower of hot cum for the boy. As he watches, Stepbrother Clark is left speechless.
Maxx Monroe - Elder Gardner - Companionship Study - RAW
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 missionary 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?
President Oaks - Elder Esplin - Initiation - RAW
Elder Esplin walked into the temple chamber wearing the ceremonial temple robes that had been requested of him.The toga-style garment hung off his body, barely covering his naked frame. Pleased to see the young man adorned as such, President Oaks could not contain his smile as the young man approached. Oaks greeted the young man and brought him to the veil of the temple. The veil is a tall wall of white cloth, upon which are holes in the shapes of the garment symbols. As Elder Esplin began to wonder about their purpose, a unseen veil worker extended his hand through one of the symbols, reaching out to gently tease Esplin?s cock. President Oaks looked on, watching the hands work over Esplin?s instantly sprung erection. Oaks stood supervising the interaction, studying Esplin?s face and body for signs of his unyielding submission. The hands moved up to touch Esplin?s smooth, strong chest, gently pinching at his nipples. This caused the young man to react throughout his entire body, feeling the sensation tingle as far out as his fingertips. Sensing this reaction, the hands retreated behind the white wall. From behind the cloth, a man?s voice spoke out, ?Disrobe him.? President Oaks took this direction and began to take off the draped, pleated cloth. The boy?s naked, athletic body seemed to glow in the white light of the room. His cock was fully erect as if compelled by the foreign figure behind the veil. President Oaks placed Elder Esplin up against the fabric wall and the mysterious figure brought his hands back through the holes. His hands grabbed at the boy?s cock and ass, feeling the fullness of his genitals and buttocks. Esplin?s bubble butt proved to be a pleasant handful for the man who worked his impressive glutes with his fingers. The hands retreated again. This time, however, an obscured face took its place, completely hidden except for the mouth that met the boy?s cock. Elder Esplin closed his eyes and felt his loins tense up as the hot, wet mouth of the stranger worked his shaft from tip to base. The mystery man?s tongue navigated the full length of his cock just long enough for Esplin?s hard-on to reach full mast. Then, just as quick as it came, the mouth, too, hid behind the veil. But soon in its place came a hard, thick cock. President Oaks took this as a cue to place a pillow on the ground and to guide Elder Esplin to his knees. Esplin did as he was led, opening his lips around the hot mass of the man?s penis. As he took it deeper in his mouth and back to his throat, President Oaks placed his hand on the back of the young blond?s head. He gently directed the boy?s motions back and forth as Esplin became focused on massaging the erection with his mouth. After the boy had salivated the cock enough, Oaks ordered him on all fours. The cock, too, dropped to meet the boy, and Elder Esplin continued his work of sucking the big dick. Meanwhile, President Oaks removed his tie and began his own engagement with Esplin?s backside. President Oaks ran his hands over the boy?s perfect ass and hanging balls, stimulating and exciting his genitals. Watching Esplin continue sucking away in an unwavering manner, President Oaks began to further undress, keeping his watchful eye on the young man?s performance. He saw much less resistance and hesitation than he had in previous sessions. He was happy to see that Elder Esplin was beginning to ease up on his apprehension and seemingly not just accept his submissive role, but love it. Seeing the Elder Esplin on all fours, President Oaks could hardly keep his fingers off of the young boy?s tight, pink hole. He knew all too well how it felt inside and out and was withholding his his own erection and drive to fuck. He focused his attention back on Elder Esplin, guiding him further in deep throating the hidden man?s cock. Of course, President Oaks was a man of powerful urges and it was only a matter of time before he was going to need to breed the dutiful young man. As Elder Esplin continued to suck, never taking his mouth off the cock presented before him, Oaks kneeled behind him and slowly pressed his hard cock into the boy?s warm, hungry hole. Just as the head of his cock slipped inside the pulsating hole of the young elder, the mystery man?s moans built up louder and faster. Esplin kept sucking hard as a hot, salty load of the man poured out in his mouth. With beads of cum dripping down his chin, President Oaks began pumping his own cock into the boy, opening his backside for another delicious load?
Rod Pederson - Elder Miller - Initiation - RAW
Elder Miller has been called in to Bishop Angus? office for an evaluation. He?s very anxious to make a good impression. He irons his shirt, shines his shoes and slicks back his hair?he looks like a postcard of a missionary. He even arrives early and says a private prayer before the bishop calls him into his office. The bishop loves to perform evaluations of the elders. To measure their physical and spiritual health, he really needs to see and to touch everything. And the missionaries are very eager to earn his respect, so these one-on-one meeting are characterized by a special degree of trust and intimacy. The bishop preserves a studied formality in his dealings with the young missionaries, and Elder Miller finds the distance both intimidating and erotic. Not knowing what the bishop will ask him to say or do also sends a thrill through him. He can feel the blood rushing to his dick as he sits quietly and waits for instructions. The bishop, meanwhile, is picturing the elder?s tight, tan young body, his balls and his round ass. Elder Miller is clearly a remarkable missionary. Rather than asking him about his testimony or his missionary work, as Elder Miller expected, the bishop asks him to stand up and remove his clothing. And he?s more than happy to do as told. Could it be that the bishop thinks he?s handsome? He smiles and stands up. He yanks off his tie and drops it on the floor. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it to the bishop, leaving his athletic torso covered in nothing but the sheer temple garment. He pulls that over his head and reveals his chiseled chest. Then his pants come off, and he?s standing there in his garment bottoms. The bishop gives no sign of his approval, but he notes that his body is in perfect shape. The bishop tells him to pleasure himself through his garments, which is a relief, because there?s nothing he?d rather do. He rubs his swollen cock with one hand, and then the bishop comes out from behind his desk and gropes his chest, his belly and his dick. But he withdraws again ? Elder Miller can barely stand to be teased like this. When the bishop tells him to remove his garments, Elder Miller finally lets loose the meaty, half-hard dick that he has been hiding in there. The bishop wants to know that the young man is in perfect physical condition, so he?ll have to bring him all the way to ejaculation. He tells the elder to sit back down and masturbate. Elder Miller feels strange to be naked and hard in front of a fully-dressed priesthood leader, but obedience is the most important virtue in a young missionary, so he gets to work. As he strokes his hard dick, he wonders what it would be like to confess all of his sins to the bishop and then be physically disciplined. He imagines the bishop bending him over the desk and spanking his ass hard with his big, hairy hands. He wonders if all the other elders have had to masturbate for the bishop, too, and the thought of each of them stroking one out where he is now sitting makes him feel crazy with desire. Or is he the only one, did the bishop choose just him to come perform like this? He?s so turned on he has to stand up. He comes close to the desk, his ass and his abdomens tense as he gets ready to cum. Will the bishop be mad if he cums on the desk? Or is that what he wants? It doesn?t matter ? the orgasm suddenly arrives, and Elder Miller throws his head back with a grimace and cums all over the edge of the desk. He gives his big dick a few more tugs to make sure he got it all. The bishop is impressed. He grabs some of the semen and anoints the elder?s forehead. Elder Miller is proud and blissed-out. But apparently the evaluation isn?t over yet ? the bishop orders him to lie down on the desk for the next round?
Logan Cross - Elder Land - Companionship Inventory
Elder Land sat nervously in the big, white room. He leg shook up and down as his palms got sweaty and hot.He?d only been waiting a couple minutes, but he knew any meeting he had would be a test of some kind. Ever since he revealed the truth of his sexual attractions to his mission president, he knew that all others in leadership would press him and question him about it. He knew the right answers to those questions, but he knew they were neither true nor easy to talk about it. As he waited, his mind kept circling back to Bishop Gibson. He?d had multiple fantasies and wet dreams about this handsome president and his passion was getting the better of him. The more he tried not to think about it, the more it surfaced. And at inopportune times. President Faust came into the room and sat across from him. He looked over what appeared to be some kind of binder of papers, occasionally glancing up at Elder Land. The young missionary immediately felt intimidating by him. Not just because of his position and authority, but because of the way he seemed to possess himself. President Faust had a manner about the way he moved, breathed, and darted his eyes up over his glasses that assert ed a primal power. He even had a handsome musk to him that Land could perceive as he walked by him that seemed to fill his lungs with a powerful erotic trigger. Land looked him up, frequently visiting his crotch with his eyes, waiting for their meeting to begin. President Faust nodded slightly to himself, put away the binder, and made striking, piercing eye contact with Elder Land. The boys body tensed as he looked back, knowing this would not be easy. ?Have you ever had same-sex attraction?? President Faust began. ?I?m not sure I understand,? Land responded, taken completely by surprise. He hadn?t even formally introduced himself and yet he was jumping right into his deepest shame. ?Have you ever fantasized about a man? Look at his body? or his crotch?? Elder Land?s face went white and his hands sweated harder. He could hardly his his answer over the sound of his heart pounding, but he answered no. For some reason he felt he had to say no, that this was the right answer. But he was beginning to doubt his ability to convincingly lie. ?Are you sure?? Faust continued, leaving forward to make his eyes closer. He seemed to creep closer like a lion approaching a lone gazelle. The lion sees an easy target and the gazelle knows he has nowhere to run. But once again, Land said no. Faust took a breath and broke his glance, releasing Land from his psychic lock for a second. ?I?m going to ask you to prove if you?re being honest with me. Stand up and take off your tie.? Elder Land did as he was told, unknotting his tie and handing it to the president. Faust then told him to continue, undressing even further down. Land continued, removing his clothes, despite his confusion. How will this help, he wondered. One he was going to his garments, he was sat back down and told to place his hands behind his back. When he did, the president moved behind him and held his hands together. Once again, Land inhaled his masculine, lupine scent. He couldn?t express it, but he knew it in his bones: this was an alpha male. A person with preternatural power. It aroused him to think of how he must be sexually, but he knew he should not have such thoughts. It was then that he felt a soft rope wrap around his wrists, holding him firmly in place. It took him out of his brief fantasy and invigorated a different primal feeling: fear. Moving back around, President Faust spoke ?I saw you looking at my crotch.? Elder Land looked at him intensely, not sure what to do or say. Faust removed his suit jacket, revealing the broadness of his shoulders and chest. He had a pair of suspenders that hugged him tightly, clinging to him and seeming to exaggerate his masculine features. His salt and pepper hair and beard framed his face perfectly and gave him the distinction of a man of authority. All this combined with his frankness made him both incredibly sexy and incredibly scary. He didn?t seem to need a response. Or expect one. He pulled his chair closer toward the bound boy and sat back down, resting his arms fall such that one appeared to accidentally land close to Land?s exposed inner though. Faust then began to casually, almost tauntingly caress his inner thigh, grazing his smooth skin with the fingertips, his eyes locked in a challenging stare on Land?s. The boy couldn?t look away, but he wanted to badly. It felt good. Really good. Too good. He was so desperate to be touched that the gentle movements changed his breathing and sent his heart into a rapid drumming. ?Don?t feel anything?? Faust asked, inquisitive, almost clinical. The handsome president then ran his hands along the edges of his garment bottoms, tracing the trimming and teasing out subtle responses from Land?s vulnerable body. Faust moved his ups around the seams of the legs and up to the waist band. Without any warning or production, he pulled open Elder Land?s waistband, moving his hands inside to feel his penis. Elder Land was shocked. No man had ever touched him like this. This wasn?t like going to the doctor. He was trying to excite him! Actually intending to make him erect! Faust stroked his shaft and teased him under his balls. Land was trying hard not to give in or even admit that he liked it, but his body was reacting like Faust had the owner?s manual to his eroticism. The president?s fingertips gently grazed over his genitals, moving around from his balls to his hole. He squeezed tighter and firmer, put more of his dominance behind his gestures, moving another hand up his pant leg to gently stroke his hole as well. ?Definitely looks like it?s turning you on,? Faust teased, amused with the predicament he?d put the boy in. Elder Land, fully erect, still insisted that he did not enjoy it. ?Oh? I don?t think you?re being very honest with me.? Faust took his hands away, seeing the boy?s face drop. He wanted it. He wanted more. And taking it away so quickly, the expression on the boy?s face was all the truth he needed. ?I?m going to untie your hands,? Faust smiled. ?And I want you to show me how you masterbate.? ?Isn?t that bad?? Elder Land responded, confused, but also seeing if his was yet another trick. ??Not if it?s with me.? Elder Land pulled his penis out through his garment shorts. He was nervous letting this full grown man watch him, seeing his erection and his efforts to pleasure himself. President Faust was very, very sexy and had a way about him that made Land unable to resist. While Land stroked his cock, President Faust teased his hole, spreading his legs wide apart to get his hand up through the shorts of garments once again. ?You like that?? Faust asked, whispering to him as he moved himself even closer. Inhaling his musk and closing his eyes, Elder Land nodded and continued to stroke. The president was so close he could hear the difference in their breaths; Faust?s were steady and strong, seemingly unphased by anything and meditative on seeing his boy climax. Land was panting, nervous, uncomfortable, slightly embarrassed, but even more eager to cum?
Pierce Paris - Elder Ivy - The Ward Mission Leader - RAW
As Elder Ivy has moved through the rituals required of him in his mission, he has experienced a constant flurry of emotion. While the initial trepidation that comes with every meeting with the priests of the Order has never truly ceased, every time he joins one of the men, the excitement grows. Ivy cannot explain why he loves to be used by the men, why he enjoys giving his body to their animal needs, why he craves total domination, but he knows that he is slowly becoming more and more desirous of their touch. It seems as though the time between rituals has become vacant and colorless, and all that excites him anymore is his own sexual submission to the priesthood. Today, Stepbrother Hales must see Ivy through the ceremony of Initiation. To begin, he outlines Ivy?s figure with his fingertips. By the time he works his way down to Ivy?s waist to reveal his cock, it is already fully erect, standing ready to serve the strong priest. Stepbrother Hales must contain his excitement as he highlights every portion of the young man?s body before indulging in his loins. But when he finally does kneel down to caress the boy?s cock, it does not take long for him to wrap his hungry lips around the tip of Ivy?s girthy rod. He spits and sucks on Ivy?s shaft, pleasuring the boy and preparing him for the anal penetration to come. Ivy returns the favor and then gets on his hands and knees to allow muscular Hales to have his way with his body. Hales swirls his tongue around Ivy?s pulsing asshole, and then steadily sticks his veiny staff inside. Slow stroking quickly becomes hard thrusting, culminating in a cleansing cum bath splashed all over Ivy?s toned body. And as he spurts his own load, Ivy?s initiation is complete.
Elder Holland - - Disciplinary Action
Elder Holland thought he was in the clear, but his nosy companion saw everything! Elder Holland took advantage of the situation by getting Elder Oaks to fool around with him, not realizing they could be heard by their missionary neighbors! President Nelson caught the boys together naked and was had to take action. He knows that a willful young man like Elder Holland needs strict discipline, and he?s just the man to give it.
Elder Lund - Elder Gardner - The Sacrament - RAW
Elder Lund wasn?t having the easiest time with his introduction to the Order. The circumstances of his calling left him feeling powerless and aimless, desperate for anything to help him make sense of it all. Never having had a desire for men, it was awkward and humiliating to be coerced to suck the cocks of his priesthood leaders?not to mention be fucked and inseminated. Fortunately for him, Elder Lund?s companion, Elder Gardner, knew the struggles he was dealing with. missionarys typically talk through their confusions and frustrations with their companions during their inventory time, but the sex they have with each other and with their leaders is not to be discussed with anyone. Elder Gardner spilled the beans about the Order early into their companionship. He was punished for doing so, but as a result the two boys have since been able to confide in one another. Elder Lund watched as his companion became more confident, standing stronger and more sure of himself as time went by. He couldn?t be sure, but he thought it had everything to do with his interactions with the men of the secret priesthood order. Elder Gardner kept his promise to not share the secrets of the temple, as such never divulged details about the subsequent initiation rites he went through. Nevertheless, the boys were well past the point of pretending they weren?t insanely attracted to their older leaders, and although this was deeply confusing for Elder Lund, he and Elder Gardner spent hours talking about it during their private moments. Before long, the two were bonded closer and closer, talking about their pasts, their thoughts about what had become their deepest secret, and even cuddling in bed together during these long late night conversations. They really had become good friends and relied on one another for some sense of stability during their tumultuous journeys. Something different happened following Elder Gardner?s most recent trip to the temple. Elder Lund knew he was going to meet with the older men who had fucked him hard and couldn?t help but fantasize about it over and over. Once Gardner returned, Lund was desperate to know what had happened and begged him to tell. Gardner was true to his word and would not give details. What he did say sent Lund?s mind racing. He was certain he?d been fucked and bred. Part of him was curious because he hoped he would face similar meetings in the future, but an increasingly bigger part of him was turned on by the idea of his companion being fucked. Their late night conversations became more and more sexual, until one night Elder Lund couldn?t contain his arousal. His mind was a mess of carnal desires, confusion, and guilt that he found himself unable to resist throwing himself at Elder Gardner. The two kissed each other, caressing each other?s bodies and rubbing their erections through their garments. Their passions ignited and before they knew it, Elder Lund had Gardner?s legs up over his shoulders. He pulled off the boy?s garments and was inside him before Gardner had time to react. This was the only time he?d ever wanted to act on his desire for men. And he didn?t know what it meant for himself or his mission, but it felt right. He connected with Elder Gardner in a very powerful way and placed so much of his trust in him. It was just such a relief to have someone he could be open to that it overrode all his previous sense of sexuality. Days later, the two boys were alone in the apartment. Elder Gardner was coming out of the shower and preparing himself for bed. It wasn?t particularly unique or noteworthy, except that Elder Gardner?s HUGE dick was out in the open and seemed enticing in a way that Elder Lund could not describe. He wanted it in his mouth. He wanted it to fill him up. Moments early Elder Lund was caught up in the peacefulness of their little home. As he watched Gardner towel off in front of him, he admired his lean, strong body, impressive cock, and newfound sense of security. There was a long silence that attracted Gardner?s attention and he looked inquisitively at his companion. ?What?? he has asked playfully, curious to see what was on Lund?s mind. ?Nothing. I just?I?m really glad that I have you as a companion in all this. That?s all.? Elder Gardner smiled, dropped his towel and began to put on his garments. ?I?m happy, too.? There was another silence with a lingering look from Lund, prompting Gardner to ask again, ?What?? ?Well? I can?t stop thinking about went on between us.? ??You want to do it again?? Gardner asked, his eyes brightly focused on Lund, his genitals swelling at the thought. ?Well, yeah. Can we?? ?Of course.? ?Except? this time? can you be on top?? Elder Gardner made his way across the room and leaned into Elder Gardner. His cock was already hard beneath his garments as he lied down beside him in bed. The two boys kissed each other, holding each other tightly but softly. Their bond as so intimate now, so tender, that they couldn?t help but love one another deeply. Gardner began to take off Elder Lund?s clothes, stripping him out of his shirt and pants down to his garments. Lund couldn?t explain why but he loved the feeling of being to skin to skin with him. Their soft legs hairs pressed against each other as they planted themselves firmly together, kissing and touching and caressing with nothing between them but their sheer white underwear. Elder Lund could hardly keep his eyes off his companions massive erection. The size and girth of it seemed to match nearly that of his own wrist. He wanted to feel it in his hands and hold it tightly in his grip. Elder Lund took of Gardner?s clothes with the enthusiasm and speed that he had before. Within second, he was gazing upon his freshly showered naked flesh, lightly covered in golden hairs and writhing with desire. He was so sexy and all his. Elder Gardner took off Lund?s clothes as well, stripping him down to join him in his playful nudity. Their hands fell between their legs, rubbing their hard cocks and kissing harder and deeper than before. Their hearts pounded in their chests, echoing between their thin bodies, nearly audible to another as they pressed close together. Elder Gardner got up from the bed and placed himself over his companion, arching his body on top to bring his mouth to Lund?s hard cock. He sucked him passionately as Elder Lund, too, took the boy?s erection on his tongue. They locked themselves together, taking one another down their throats, getting their cocks good and wet from oral service. Gardner let his heavy balls hang low over Lund?s face as he slowly pumped his boner in and out of his mouth. He wanted to fuck him so bad and was excited to be given the chance. For so long his ass had been opened and fucked by the handsome men of the Order and he?d longed to feel the satisfaction of cumming inside a hot hole. Feeling his cock sufficiently wet, he turned around to face his companion. He looked down and see the wide eyes of Elder Lund look up at him. He smiled and kissed him, licking some stray saliva from his lips before twisting his tongue around Lund?s. Then, with the same hunger and desire Lund had showed him before, he took the boy?s legs and threw them up over his shoulders. With the boy?s ass placed just right, he ran his big, veiny cock over the boy?s hole. He watched as Lund?s eyes closed and rolled in his head. He wanted him badly and he was eager to please. With that, Elder Gardner pressed his cock against the boy?s hole and felt his sphincter slowly open to take him. It was searing hot on the tip of his dick and tighter than he imagined it would be. He caressed his companion?s legs and eased himself inside, carefully letting Lund?s body decide the pace of his entry. The two boys locked their eyes on each other, as if communicating their trust and bond while they connected physically deeper and deeper. Before long, Elder Lund felt the hilt of Gardner?s cock press against his ass and realized: he had taken him completely. It was a powerful, emotional experience that seemed to linger forever. He could have stayed like that for hours. But Elder Gardner knew this boy wanted more. He kicked his thrusts into gear, slow and low at first, giving Lund the sensation of having his prostate gently pounded over and over. Lund?s expression changed from contentment to that of a hungry bottom desperate for cock. Gardner smiled again and pushed himself deeper and harder. He wanted to fuck and wanted to cum. And he knew that before the night was over, he and his companion would be closer on even a biological level? with the boy containing his deeply planted seed?
Rod Pederson - Elder Foster - Workover - RAW
Elder Miller shows his new companion the ropes. Elder Foster is a ?greenie.? He?s fresh out of the Missionary Training Center and has just been assigned his first missionary companion, Elder Miller. Elder Miller loves to train new missionaries. They?re so eager and so innocent. And he has so much to teach them. When he picks Elder Foster up from the Mission Home, he?s excited to find that that young missionary boy is both really handsome and super friendly. He gives Elder Miller a big smile and an even bigger hug, and tells him how excited he is to be companions. Elder Foster can?t help but notice what a cool guy Elder Miller is. The older missionary gives him a steady, confident look that makes his insides turn to jelly. Plus, Elder Miller is so hot. Elder Foster can tell that his trainer must have an incredible body. As they cab back to their apartment, it?s all he can do to keep himself from having an erection as they get to know each other. A few days into their companionship. Elder Foster is beginning to feel at ease. Elder Miller, eager to get his hands on his new companion?s naked body, does everything he can to make the boy comfortable. They come home for lunch one day and sit on the edges of their twin beds. While Elder Miller concentrates on tallying the work they did that morning, Elder Foster slips out of his proselyting clothes. Elder Miller keeps one eye on him as he lies down to unbutton his shirt, then slides his pants to the floor. Pretty soon he?s stripped down to his garments. He lies down on the bed with his scriptures, trying to relax a little after a hard morning. He wonders how his companion can be so sharp and crisp and energetic all the time. Doesn?t he ever get tired? Doesn?t ever ever want to relax? Elder Miller feeds his eyes on the boy?s nice body, then barks out an order. ?Hang up your clothes.? Elder Foster looks at his clothes, in a pile on the floor, then blushes and snaps to it. While he?s hanging them up, Elder Miller steals a glance at his round, firm butt. When the boy lies back down, Elder Miller finishes what he?s working on, then undresses himself. The boy watches him, trying not to let the other missionary notice. But he?s really obvious. He can?t stop staring at Elder Miller?s ripped body, which is completely visible through the garments. Elder Miller feels the boy?s eyes on him, but doesn?t say anything. He keeps a stern look on his face as he strips completely naked, knowing that his companion is getting more and more horny. Elder Miller lies down on his bed, and Elder Foster can see every muscle in his hard body. His dick is throbbing, and he thinks about excusing himself so that he can go to the bathroom and relieve his impossible desire. But Elder Miller catches him looking and he smiles. ?Come give me a blowjob,? he says. Elder Foster is shocked. Is this a trick? Is his companion testing him? ?I can?t do that. I?d get sent home.? ?I saw you looking. I know you want to,? Elder Miller says. ?Besides, trust me: the mission president doesn?t mind.? Elder Foster doesn?t quite believe him, but he wants the other boy?s cock so bad that he?s willing to put his doubts aside. He stands up and nervously approaches the other missionary?s bed. He straddles Elder Miller and runs his hands up his muscular belly and chest. He?s never in his life felt anything like this. His body is hard as stone. He brings his face down close and breathes in his smell, then gives him a little kiss on the chest. He can?t believe this is happening. Pretty soon, following Elder Miller?s orders, he?s rubbing the other boy?s abs and kissing his nipples. Elder Miller is squeezing the boy?s round butt through the garments, eager for him to wrap his lips around his dick. When the two finally kiss, Elder Foster?s dick gets completely hard. He has always wanted to kiss another boy but never dared to, and now here he is making out with the sexiest boy he has ever seen. Elder Miller pulls off Elder Foster?s garment top, and then orders him to play with his cock. Elder Foster is happy to do whatever his senior companion tells him to do. When Elder Miller tells him to, he pulls off his garment bottoms and takes his delicious, hard cock in his mouth. His mouth is watering and so Elder Miller?s dick is immediately soaking wet and tingling. Elder Foster has never sucked a cock before, but his eagerness makes up for whatever he lacks in experience. Elder Miller guides his head through the blow job with one hand. He doesn?t let the boy up for air. When he starts to feel like he?s on the edge, he flips the boy over on his back and goes down on his hard dick. Elder Foster closes his eyes and writhes on the bed, trying not to resist the intense waves of pleasure spreading through his body. Elder Miller?s hairy hole is high in the air as he works over his companion?s juicy cock. Elder Foster moans as Elder Miller tries to suck the cum up out of his balls. The more he eats that dick, the more he wants to get in his tight hole. He knows his companion won?t say no. So when it?s good and hard, he wets his hole with some spit and climbs up on his dick. He sits down on it slowly, and it?s almost more than Elder Foster can take. As he lets his hole relax around the boy?s thick cock, he feels the cock throbbing. Finally, he has lowered himself all the way down on the cock and starts to bounce up and down. Elder Foster closes his eyes and holds onto his companion?s dick. Elder Miller takes charge, using the boy?s dick to please his own hole. And then Elder Foster starts to get into it, thrusting his virgin missionary cock in his companion?s wet hole?
Daniel Grayson - Elder Esplin - Assistant to the President 2 - RAW
Elder Esplin had heard of the Second Anointing ritual before. It was frequently the subject of late night conversations among missionaries. It was said that those who receive it have their ?calling and election made sure.? It was a concept he still didn?t quite understand. Nevertheless, it was what the Brethren had planned for him, and he was very curious to learn more about it. When the time came, he was brought into the temple where he met with Bishop Angus. The bishop was dressed in a pristine, white temple suit. He stood beside an altar, draped in a white cloth. On the altar was a silver tray that held consecrated oils. Bishop Angus was a broad-chested bear of a man. He had a thick, salt and pepper beard and big, strong hands, covered with hair even on the knuckles. He looked beefier than some of the other priesthood leaders, and a stark contrast to Elder Esplin?s narrow and boyish frame. Elder Esplin was immediately intrigued and attracted by this burly man. Everything about him seemed incredibly powerful and masculine. Instantly he felt himself getting aroused by the thought of the bishop mounting him and fucking hard. He tried to suppress the growing erection he felt, but in his current attire, it was hard to conceal. He approached him wearing only a long, white shield over his garments. Bishop Angus eyed him closely, observing his uneasiness and apprehension. Bishop Angus knew that this boy was struggling with his faith in the church, but he wasn?t concerned. He had plenty of experience bringing skeptics into the fold. Once Elder Esplin was standing next to him, Bishop Angus leaned in close, his face inches away from the handsome, blond boy?s, and proceeded to remove his shield. Wasting no time, he lifted his shirt, revealing his boner which pointed straight up at him. Pleased with his immediate power over the boy?s desires, he leaned in and kissed him. Elder Esplin wasn?t surprised by this. In fact, it was beginning to become very clear to him that he was expected to give in to his lusts for the sexy, older men of the Order. He tasted the beefy man?s tongue in his mouth, kissing him back as his beard softly brushed against his smooth face. Bishop Angus pulled down Esplin?s underwear, letting his long, uncut cock stand at attention. He was eager to see how the boy?s cock tasted. Getting down, he took the head of his member in his mouth, gently sucking out drops of pre-cum that the boy was involuntarily spilling out. It excited him that he had full and immediate dominance of Elder Esplin, and he intended to take full advantage. Standing back up, Bishop Angus pressed his fully suited body against the naked Elder Eslpin, kissing him deeply and aggressively. He ran his hands over him all over, feeling his fingers over the boy?s chest and back, eventually moving down to grab at his soft, smooth ass. In a swift motion, he lifted the boy completely, as if he could fit him entirely in the palm of his hands. He brought Elder Esplin to the altar where he sat him on top. Pumping out some of the nearby oil, he spread it over the boy?s chest. Instructing him to kneel up, he broke from his carnality to fully consecrate the boy?s body. He ran his hands over him, back and front, getting every part of his ass, chest, and legs. Elder Esplin?s heart was racing as he was touched all over, feeling himself completely at the mercy of this handsome stepdaddy. Bishop Angus stopped his consecration to begin undressing. Elder Esplin watched in wrapped excitement to see this strong man disrobe. Bishop Angus leaned in to kiss him as he continued to unbutton his shirt, peeling down to his garments. It was then that Elder Eslpin could see just how large this man truly was. His chest was as hairy as it was wide; his arms were thick and muscular. He was the epitome of masculinity. Bishop Angus pulled Esplin toward him on the altar, bringing his legs down to wrap around him. He pumped out more oil as he massaged it into his shoulders and neck. He aggressively kissed him and manhandled him, feeling the boy?s hard-on press into him with each writhing motion. He looked down and could see the shiny tip of the Elder Esplin?s cock, still pushing out pre-cum. He took a finger to it, getting it on the tip so that he could bring it up to the boy?s mouth. He firmly placed his muscular finger into the young man?s mouth, giving him a taste of his own secretion. Before Esplin could swallow it off his tongue, Bishop Angus pulled his mouth to his, kissing him so they could share in the flavor. Bishop Angus removed his pants, revealing his thick, tree-trunk thighs and giant bulge. He leaned the boy back, lying him down on the altar so that he could climb up on top of him. He pressed his full weight onto him, making Elder Esplin feel truly submissive below him. Esplin couldn?t help but run his hands over his big, strong, manly ass, feeling the muscles that would surely be used to push hard into his hole. As they continued to kiss and rub against each other, Bishop Angus took off his garments completely, taking their cocks in his hand and stroking out more of the boy?s silky liquid. Once again, he took a small sample on his finger and fed it to the boy, kissing him immediately as it took hold on his tongue. The burly man pushed the boy?s legs up, exposing his hole to him. He rubbed his cock against him, sensing the boy?s want to be fucked. Fully turned on by his dominance and the boy?s desire, his cockhead was slick and wet from pre-cum dripping. It was so wet, in fact, that he managed to slip the head of his fat, thick into the boy with barely any resistance. In a smooth, single push, he felt his entire cock push past the hot entrance of the boy?s butt. His big, hairy legs pumped as he began to fill the boy?s hole. He moved back off the altar, bringing himself to a standing position as Elder Esplin?s body was brought to the edge. From this stance, he pushed deeper and deeper into the boy, feeling him melt and submit as he was tightly wrapped around his cock. He now had him exactly where he wanted him, and he was going to fuck him like he knew he needed?
Brother Angel Morales - Elder Berry - Confession to the Mission President - RAW
The apartment smells like weed and Elder Berry and Elder Stewart are not too happy about it. They are afraid they are going to be caught by the priests and kicked out of the mission. They have heard about it happening to boys before, and neither of them is arrogant enough to believe that they are above the law. It?s only Angel who seems to be calm, cool, and collected as the smoke wafts through the living room. Perhaps he knows something they don?t, or perhaps he enjoys inviting chaos into his life. Either way, Berry and Stewart are unsure of how to proceed. They can?t continue to allow Angel to jeopardize their missions. Angel tells them to calm down. It is not as big of a deal as they are making it. But the boys are frantic in their resolve. They need to rid the apartment of the smell, and Angel, as soon as possible. But with his devilish charm and impossibly good looks, Angel has a way of getting young missionaries to do whatever he wants. Stewart and Berry are no exception, and it doesn?t take long for them to fall under his spell. He pulls down his shorts slowly, exposing his girthy, caramel cock, and the boys look on in a trance. How can they say no to such an enticing body? Soon, both boys are down on their knees with mouthfuls of Angel?s veiny dick. They look at each other as they suck, in disbelief that the passion has escalated so much. Weren?t they seconds away from getting rid of Angel altogether? Now they are working in tandem to tease the creamy cum from his ballsack. They want it all over their bodies, to share and revel in. They know it is wrong, but somehow, Angel makes it feel perfectly right.
Logan Cross - Elder Land - The Informant
Ever since Elder Land left home and arrived in the MTC, he?d been constantly surrounded by dozens of young men like him. Hormonal teenagers, all conservatively dressed and groomed, all looking and sounding the same. The lack of privacy set him into a state of total psychosexual lockdown, unable to find any release. Even showers were group showers. And being around the handsome, older MTC teachers were only making it worse. Land had known for a long time that he liked men, especially older men, but never acted on it. Until recently he?d never even told anyone about it. But one day his very persuasive and friendly MTC president managed to get him to admit his secret feelings. ?Struggling with same-sex attraction? was how they agreed to describe it. And the prescription was the same as always: pray more, stay busy, and never, ever indulge. Land knew that meant that even masturbation was off the table, but he was determined to do right by his leaders and the church. Once he was down with the program and onto his mission, he and his new companion spent that first day meeting the local missionary authorities. It was a warm, summer day, and the two boys were baking in their tightly knotted ties and matching missionary underwear. They hadn?t even been to their new apartment yet before the two boys came face to face with the ultimate test of Elder Land?s will: Bishop Gibson. Bishop Gibson was younger than most Bishops Land had interacted with, but still a decade older than the boy. His hair was the color of dried wheat, like a dark gold. His smile was bright and full, moving his well-trimmed beard to expose his perfect teeth. And when he reached out to shake his hand, Land could see the blond hairs of his forearm break free from his rolled up sleeve. Elder Land though to himself, Shit. He?s hot! Elder Land had always had a thing for older guys, and Bishop Gibson was more than he could handle in his frustrated state. As soon as the boys found their apartment and settled in, Land?s companion immediately rushed to take a shower. Elder Land removed his clothes, relieved from the heat to be down to just his garments. And as he sat on the bed that would be his, he realized: he was finally alone. Against his nobler intentions, his mind rushed with thoughts of Bishop Gibson. He could practically still feel his hand gripping his own. He recalled every detail he observed, wanting desperately to see him again. And despite his efforts, he became painfully aware of three truths: Gibson was his weakness, he hadn?t jerked off in weeks, and for the first time in ages, he was finally alone. As if his penis were similarly aware, his loins began to swell before the boy even placed his hands in his garment bottoms. He didn?t want to, but he?d been desperate. During his abstinence, he?d been plagued by frequent wet dreams, soiling his garments and leaving him ashamed of his desires. Perhaps this one indulgence would quiet his mind. He kept an eye on the bathroom, hoping to better hear the sound of the rushing water, giving him a sense of how much time he had to enjoy the feeling of his erection. The fear of being caught was almost as powerful as his yearning for Bishop Gibson, and soon his fantasies and anxieties were wrapped up together, causing him to envision the handsome man standing beneath the showerhead, rinsing off from the hot, summer day. Elder Land closed his eyes and tried to imagine him, standing tall and handsome as beads of water dripped down his body. Despite having never seen him naked, he could practically see the delicate pattern of chest hair on his torso. He wondered if it was dark like his hair or light like his arms. As he continued to jerk off, he pulled his penis out through his garment bottoms, running his hands over his chest, fantasizing the tips of fingers were running down the older man?s chest. Land?s body was different, though. Smoother, leaner, less developed. Still, it felt good. Land?s mouth watered imaging Gibson?s chest hair trailing down his stomach, landing in a soft patch of pubic hair just above his penis. As his imagination went south, so did his hands. He licked his fingers with his panting, salivating mouth, lubricating them for his anus. He teased his hole as he stroked, still hearing the water and picturing the beautiful golden bishop. His body heated up with each stroke, causing him to passionately writhe in his bed, strumming his hole like the strings of a guitar, slowly building up the urge to cum inside. Getting on all fours, he rested his arms on the headboard, arching his back to give his ass room to stand out. His wet fingers navigated his hole further and further until the tip of one made its way inside. Elder Land imagined the older man?s cock, hard and wet. He imagined what it would be like to feel him press just the head inside. Elder Land had never been with a man, but he couldn?t deny the appeal of being penetrated. He wanted this man to own him, teach him, and fuck him. One finger soon gave way to two as the horny missionary continued to pleasure himself in his rare solitude. His smooth hole and hard cock worked in tandem to drive himself wild. Visions of Bishop Gibson filled his mind, giving him the sensation of vibrating as he edged himself closer and closer to cumming. He could have cum two or three times already from simply feeling his erection, but the wave he was riding was too powerful. And as long as the water was flowing, he wanted to keep it going?
President Oaks - Elder Ivy- Bonds of Brotherhood - RAW
Today, as Ivy waits for President Oaks to speak while sitting in his office, he worries that his path has come to an end. It is because hehas been harboring a secret. Before he started his mission, he fooled around a bit with some of the other boys in his town. However, he never told his bishop, a lie of omission that has weighed heavily on his conscience ever since. He is sure that the reason he has been called in is to be dismissed from the mission in shame, sent home as a boy rather than an accomplished man of the Order. But much to his surprise, instead of informing him of his rejection, Oaks reveals that he has been invited to join the Order, the highest honor a young man can achieve. With almost no hesitation, Oaks tells Ivy to undress slowly, starting with his tie and working his way down to his loincloth. Oaks pulls down the final piece of clothing and then reaches around to wrap his fingers around the boy?s young cock. Ivy then climbs on Oaks?s desk, awaiting further instruction. Oaks sticks his fingers in the young man?s asshole, expanding it so he will be ready for his thick cock to enter. He then bends the boy over and spanks his ass, teasing him and filling his body with lustful anticipation. Finally, he inserts his thick dick inside the boy?s waiting rectum, filling him up with his hot rod. Ivy moans as he feels his sphincter wrap around the man?s shaft, appreciating the warmth inside of him. And as he squirts his own load all over his abs, he cannot believe all that he has achieved in his mission. All there is left to do is take Oak?s creamy load, which he does with grace and honor.
Elder Holland - Elder Holland: Caught Masterbating
Elder Holland has always considered himself a true guy?s guy. And like any guy, he has urges. He?s been having fun with the other young missionaries, but he?s missing the girls back home badly. And with his companion always around, it?s hard to get privacy to take care of those urges. But on this morning, it seems he may have a much-needed moment to himself?
Brother Angel Morales - Elder Stewart: The Sacrament
As Elder Berry and Elder Stewart walk back home after a long day spreading the good word, they come across a lonely man sitting on the side of the road. They notice right away that this man is beautiful. His dark features immediately resonate with the boys. They find out this man?s name is Angel, and they are convinced that they should offer him a place to stay for the night. Angel agrees since he has nowhere else to go, and follows them back to their humble abode. Little do the boys know, Angel already has a plan in mind as he walks behind them. These boys are the perfect candidates for a bit of seduction. When they get back to their place, the boys get in the bottom bunk and Angel climbs to the top to get some rest. However, he knows his presence is casting a sexual energy over the whole evening. Berry and Stewart start to fool around in the bottom bunk, putting their mouths on each other?s cocks as Angel rests above. However, Angel is more than cognizant of their mischievous behavior. In fact, he may even be willing it into existence with his psychic-like powers. There is something strange about this wayfaring man, and Berry and Stewart can?t fight the urge to screw around while he is in the room. Finally, Angel sticks his cock through a hole in the top bunk and lets the boys feast their eyes on his massive dick. They are amazed and want only to pleasure it to the best of their abilities. They take turns sucking and slobbering on it, covering it in their eager spit and jerking it as they play with each other?s pricks. Finally, Angel sprays the boys in cum, and their delirious hunger is satiated.
President Oaks - Elder Esplin: Disciplinary Action RAW
Walking into the white room, Elder Esplin seemed almost listless with regard to his part in the ceremony before him.He still hadn?t changed his attitude about the church or his mission, and ultimately he didn?t see the point of anything that was being asked of him. He enjoyed the hot sex and the attention his cock and ass received from his priesthood leaders but didn?t see anything past just an excuse to get laid. Wearing nothing but a temple shield over his naked body, he stood ready to be anointed by President Oaks. He went through the motions and did as he was told. If he had to go through with another ceremony, he was at least happy that it was being done by someone as handsome as President Oaks. In the bright room, President Oaks had a different energy than the last time they?d been together. His voice and his touch felt softer and lighter. Even his eyes reflected a nurturing gaze back at him. He anointed Elder Esplin?s head, ears, eyes, nose, lips?touching upon every small detail of his body, returning to a bottle of consecrated oil in between each feature. It wasn?t unusual for older missionary men to touch the naked bodies of younger boys during temple rituals. And the effect of these rituals is often excitement and arousal. Elder Esplin couldn?t deny the secret pleasure he was getting from the slow and decisive touches from the sexy President Oaks. These small, caressing touches made Esplin unusually placid, almost giving him an out-of-body feeling. Each press sent a calming sensation throughout, smoothing away his previous tensions and frustrations. Following the anointing of his back and spine, President Oaks came to Esplin from behind, moving away from the front section of his shield to stroke his chest. This positioning and touch awakened Elder Esplin from his subdued state as he recalled the way in which the salt and pepper stepdaddy had fucked him previously. His arousal was no longer a secret as President Oaks could easily see his hard cock revealed by the displaced ceremonial garb. He leaned in to kiss the boy, taking hold of his cock and briefly teasing the head and shaft before continuing to anoint of the rest of his torso. Elder Esplin ached for him to touch him more, longer, and all over. It was strange sexual torment to only feel the man?s hand on him little by little. President Oaks removed his shield, kissing him once again before seating him on the nearby stool. Kneeling before him, he continued to anoint his legs and loins. Seeing Elder Esplin fully erect, the older man couldn?t resist sucking on the throbbing, leaking member of the young man before him. Elder Esplin looked down at his priesthood leader, passionately and lovingly servicing his cock. It was a pleasant change from his usual encounters with the men of the Order, typically requiring of him some form of physical struggle in order to show his willingness to serve. For now, it seemed he could truly relax and just enjoy the intimacy between him and the president. Oaks stood up and led Esplin off the bench, taking his place on the stool. He instructed Esplin to sit down on the floor where he had been, only instead he asked that he raise his legs up to his, resting his back on the ground, looking up. In doing so, President Oaks had a comfortable position with which he could hold Esplin?s ass and cock right in his lap. He stroked the boy?s cock as he oiled and anointed his exposed hole, which in that position was on perfect display. For President Oaks, there was nothing more beautiful than the view he was given, being able to stare directly at the pink hole and blue eyes of his young initiate. He slowly worked the boy?s ass, lingering his finger on his sphincter as it slowly relaxed and accepted him. He patiently and delicately pressed his finger in, watching Esplin?s body take him deeper and deeper. Once he managed to get the entirety of a finger past the ring of the young boy?s ass, he instructed him to bend over the bench and to present his ass for further preparation. Elder Esplin obliged, eager now to see what more President Oaks would do with him. Seeing Esplin?s beautiful ass up and open for him was almost too much for the handsome man to handle. Taking in a deep breath, President Oaks was compelled to bring himself in and slowly and passionately kiss his warm hole. He pressed Esplin?s round cheeks apart, giving himself room to fit his mouth, bringing his lips to the boy?s soft, smooth, puckering backside, sensually licking and kissing him from behind. The sweet boy tasted like honey, President Oaks thought to himself, devouring him slowly. Elder Esplin, too, was enjoying the moment, doing all that he could to not tremble and melt away on the president?s tongue. Elder Esplin?s eyes rolled back into his head with every lick to his hole. He couldn?t believe how much he enjoyed this sensation. It seemed to unravel him as if the older man was undoing a knot within him with just his tongue. In an almost Herculean test of will, President Oaks pulled himself away from the meal he was having with Esplin?s hole. He stood up, licking his lips as he began to remove his clothes. He couldn?t take his eyes off Esplin?s body, enticed by the arch of his back and the perfect curve of his ass. He kneeled down behind him, pumping out a few more squirts of the consecrated oil, and rubbed up and down his savory hole. He couldn?t resist his desire to fuck the sweet young man any longer. With a soft, gentle push, he pressed his cock on the boy?s silky hole and watched as it slipped inside the young boy. Esplin?s ass practically swallowed him in one move, eager to have the handsome man inside him again?
