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Jaro Vykvet and Roman Hendrik are paired in a submission wrestling match. They start by warming up with some stretching exercises and running. Then they get right into the wresting and are quickly rolling around on the floor. Jaro is the first to submit giving Roman a point. Then each guy removes his underwear as they begin round two. Cocks flail as the continue the wrestling with Roman able to gain another point fairly quickly. He is soon on his back and looking vunerable to Jaro as they restart, but he still manages to force the submission to take a 3 point lead. Roman is not about to give up though and strains his muscles to the limit in round round and is rewarded with his first point. His ass is on show nicely as he kneels over the recumbent Roman in round five. But Roman is able to escape and they grapple all over the mats until Roman manages a headlock with his legs to earn another point. A pattern is developing with Jaro on top, ass cheeks parting to show his hole, and Roman on the mats, legs trying to wrap around his opponent. He is very quick and as Jaro moves away he trips him and quickly gains another neck hold to win the round. They strain their muscles in round 7 as each tries to get a decent hold and it is Roman who prevails and wins the point. But Roman is still determined to maintain hie lead and works hard to get the next two points. Leading 8-3 stands as they take a break, with Jaro rubbing oil all over him. Then they switch with Roman oiling Jaro. Then the resume the match, and gripping each other is more difficult with their slippery bodies. Jaro is victorious in round 13 but is quickly in another head hold when they restart, giving Roman the point. He continues his winning ways to take the overall victory. Then after Jaro has acknowledged Jaro?s win, graciously, they settle down for a wank-off. As they wank they reach over and tug on each other?s cocks for a while. Then they rever to wanking themselves and it is Jaro who is first to shoot his creamy load, letting it squirt everywhere. Then Roman?s big cock lets go its? big load too, shooting it all over the mats. Then clean each other?s sticky dicks with wet wipes before going off to the shower to wash off all the sweat and oil.

His tattoos peeking through his smoke rubber suit, mohawked Ethan Ayers pops a boner as he slurps bearded Rogue Status?whose cock throbs out of shiny black rubber. Ethan chokes on the tool, spitting on it as Rogue moans and fucks his face. The alpha unleashes a stream of piss all over Ethan, who also fires up a fountain as his slick suit gets soaked. Rogue opens wide to take Ethan?s thick rocket, deep sucking it before eating Ethan?s ass. Rogue fingers him, then douses him again with a stream of piss that coats his head, back and ass. The top fucks Ethan from behind, then turns him over. Rogue grabs hold of the bottom?s legs and reams him harder, then fires out a load?a double squirt with a delayed second stream that coats Ethan?s stomach. The bottom pisses up into his own mouth as Rogue joins in, covering the bottom?s chest and sac. Ethan shoots his cum, which Rogue rubs into the bottom?s covered chest before kissing him.

The stark contrast of their skin tones makes the visual even hotter: dark, tan, tattooedand hairy Alessio Romero is instantly engaged in a passionate kiss with smooth,light-skinned blond Billy Berlin. As they lick pits and rub chests, Billy spits in his bud?smouth before falling to his knees. After a wet suck, the two kiss as their cocks grind.Alessio deep throats Billy, who feeds his fingers to him before spitting into Alessio?smouth and fucking his face. The two piss on each other before Billy bends over. Theverbal Alessio eats and fucks the bottom, constantly spitting down on Billy (who turnsaround to grab the top?s pec). Billy turns over as Alessio?s hairy ass thrusts deep, thetop?s muscular back getting sweatier. A huge dildo and some fingers are up Billynext. With his abs tight, the bottom smiles and stays stiff, his boner propped up byAlessio. The scene excites Tony Buff, who rubs his dick and lets out a huge streamof piss as he watches.After Billy?s hole swallows an even bigger dildo, his sticky ass welcomes Alessio?sfists - which take turns sliding in and out. The top twists in deep, his hairy forearmssoaked with ass juice. He spreads Billy?s cheeks, showing off the bright-red cherrybefore the bottom crouches on a ladder and sits down on Alessio?s arm. Billy jacks tocum before the equally excited Alessio dumps a massive load on the floor, shoutingout ?Motherfucker!? to end the intense and extreme encounter.

Chris Corvid is still spreadeagled to wall, Josh Ireland tied in the chair. Kyle strips down to a leather harness and boots, He goes to check Jim, whose caged cock is leaking all over the leather table top, playing with Jim?s cock, slapping it against the table. Kyle puts a leather ball spreader on Josh and another kind of cockring on Chris, then beats Chris?s cock with a thin whip, which turns the spreadeagled boy on. He goes back to Josh, blindfolds him and jerks him off until he cums.

Doug prepares his dungeon for a session before taking an upside down pail off the box, revealing Tag?s head sticking out, a black ball gag in his mouth. Doug kisses the gag, slaps Tag, licks his face, spits on it. He makes Tag suck his fingers, as well as a whole variety of dildos and butt plugs. He puts his boot up for Tag to lick, removes the boot for Tag to sniff, covers Tag?s face with his sock. He makes Tag lick his other boot, removes that boot and gags Tag with his second sock. He spits on Tag, slaps him, calls him a pig. They play tug-of-war with his sock, Tag growling like a dog. Doug alternates having Tag lick his bare feet, suck his toes, gag on dildos, butt plugs and socks. He has Tag lick and bite his nipples. He has Tag lick his biceps, then suck his thumb and fingers. He strips down, climbs on the box for Tag to suck and deepthroat his cock. He smacks Tag?s face with his cock, has Tag lick his balls, suck them, put both in his mouth. He turns around so Tag can lick and stick his tongue up his ass. He regags Tag with the ball gag, then unlocks the top of the box and opens it, revealing Tag tied up inside it, He smacks and punches Tag?s pecs, spits on Tag?s face, makes Tag smell his cock and starts untying the ropes that attach him to bolts in the box.

Tall and tan Anthony London cradles light-skinned smoothie Adam Herst?s head in his muscular arm as they kiss. Anthony rubs the bulge building in Adam?s neoprene wrestler uniform - Adam then releasing Anthony?s big cock to slurp on. Adam frees his own beast, his thick cock throbbing atop his hairy balls as he sucks Anthony?s uncut sausage. Anthony fucks Adam?s face, the camera looking up at the alpha stud?s hot shaft and body as he spits down on his bud. Anthony sucks Adam back - then pisses all over the light-skinned jock, who takes it in his mouth. Adam stays stiff as he gets soaked, then pisses up into his own mouth. Anthony bends down to get a taste of Adam?s impressive stream, then spits it back into his mouth as they kiss. Anthony eats his bud before fucking him doggie style, the bottom then standing over the top as they piss again - drenching Anthony?s hairy bod. Adam sits on the top and rides like a pro, then gets on his back for more - Anthony squirting on the bottom?s groin before dildo fucking him until he comes

Muscle God Spencer Reed, booted and harnessed, drags a bound, half-naked Adam Knox into a warehouse and ties him bent over an oil drum. Spencer pulls out his thick meat and marks his prey, blasting a geyser of hot piss all over Adam, before shoving his cock into the bottom?s mouth. Adam chokes on the girth, trying to please his top, his spit dripping off the man?s meat. Spencer turns to his captive?s upturned ass, slapping and fingering it until the bottom?s smooth cheeks turn red. Spencer taps a bamboo cane against Adam?s ass, thighs, and balls until his skin grows flushed, Adam crying out as the cane leaves its marks, and pulling hard against the ropes, seeking escape. The muscle top relishes the young man?s helpless body, getting Adam to count out the punishing strokes from a new bentwood cane. Adam bears up under the assault, impressing his top, who gets a thick finger, and then his impatient cock into Adam?s abused hole, grunting as he gives Adam his hard-earned reward, taking pleasure in his captive?s tight, jockstrapped ass. Then Spencer pulls Adam off the drum and guides him back onto his meat, Adam?s cock bouncing, his sack pulled tight by a steel ballstretcher. His hands still bound, Adam works the ropes until he can jerk himself with one hand, before Spencer pushes him down on the ground and covers Adam?s hard, smooth body with thick wads of cum. Gentler now, Spencer holds Adam against his massive harnessed chest and allows Adam release, Adam still gazing up at Spencer for approval as he shoots his load all over his own chest.

Etienne Erik and John Rodriguez face each other in the return match from Paris Rough House Assault 18 ?Finger in the Ass?!?. The rule of submission is particularly vicious and unedited again: the wrestler who submits does not win the sexual trophy? On the contrary, the first one who manages to penetrate his opponent wins the fight!? This combat is fully oiled!? Here, the fight and Fuck are definitely? 2inOne

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?

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.

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?

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?

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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.

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 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?

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