Bishop Gibson has served the Order well over the years, having come into the ranks as a powerful daddy and leader. But sadly, he missed out on being a good servant during his mission. Deep down in his heart, he longs to be fucked and dominated like the young missionaries he oversees. Fortunately, the Brethren have extended him the opportunity to be formally brought in as one of the boys, starting with his initiation with Bishop Hart. Hart is eager to see his colleague and brother in title submit to him and to give him his seed.
Bishop Hart looked down at Elder Ingles as the boy took his foot in his hand. The handsome leader sat on the edge of a bed, finely dressed in his best white suit and tie, only made slightly more casual by the slippers he wore. Beneath him knelt the young missionary, clad only in a loose fitting temple shield.
Bishop Hart studied the boy’s expression, taking in the way he removed his slipper and sock. As Ingles began to wash it with the bowl of water provided, he saw something truly exception in the young man’s face: total humility.
Bishop Hart was beyond delighted with Elder Dalton. The young boy wasn’t just innocent and virginal, but seemingly completely ignorant to all things related to sex.
Everything he did to him was received with a beautiful stunned look that could only come from someone who had no concept of arousal or stimulation. When Dalton blew his load over his toned, boyish stomach, he seemed shocked both by the spew of cum that erupted from his cock as well as the intense, unbelievable pleasure he got from it.
Elder Dalton walked into the temple hastily and nervously, fidgeting with his tie clip to get it to stay straight. He’d been taught his whole life the importance of being neatly groomed and presentable, especially when meeting with the priesthood.
Dalton could not have been a more impressive model of Mormon, fitting the look and manner of a disciplined missionary perfectly. Still, his anxiety about falling even momentarily short of the ideals to which he’d been raised coursed through his body, making his fingers slightly shake as he worked to right himself.
Elder Ingles was in a constant state of buzzing. He practically skipped everywhere he went, still high from the thrill of fucking his companion. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before and he wanted it all the time.
When Bishop Hart called him to his office for a follow up meeting, he could hardly contain his excitement. He had been so nervous before when the older man made him undress and played with his cock, but now, he wanted even more.
Elder Zachary looked down at his shirt as he pulled it out of his pants. He’d taken great care to keep it neatly tucked and pressed, only to now be unexpectedly stripping down. Bishop Hart sat a couple feet away, watching him.
The older man had asked him a series of probing questions about his sexuality. It wasn’t unexpected to be asked about pornography or masturbation, but Hart’s questions seemed more directed and focused than usual. They weren’t just about sex or thoughts of sex. They were about men. Specifically attraction to men.
Elder Ingles has never wanted attention. All his life he’s shied away from the spotlight, trying hard to blend in with the other boys. This became a problem once he reached puberty.
The handsome boy grew! He shot up several inches above the other boys, making him the tallest in school for several years. Not only that, his voice got deep and his chest developed hair all over. Before he even graduated high school, he looked like a practically full grown man.
Elder Campbell had fantasized about Bishop Hart for so long, he’d become a powerful and commanding force in his life well before they’d ever had sex. Campbell’s efforts to hide his sexuality were completely undone the moment the older man touched his genitals, forcing him into a state of arousal that proved his submission.
Elder Campbell has been seeing an uptick in his social media profiles. It seems the girls, and the guys, all want to be around him more. To see more of him. In every way.
It’s all a little dizzying for this reserved guy. Lately he has been feeling off, and the word that continually comes to his mind, but one that he would never dare say, is repressed. Once the seeds of doubt are planted they often germinate, and this over sensitive guy is ready to just act on these feelings. With a a helping hand he tentatively responds to the attention.
