Elder Edwards is a pillar of perfection in his white shirt, dark tie, and shiny missionary name tag. On the day of his Ordination, he holds his head up high, proud of how far he’s come. President Ballard is equally as proud, aware of the boy’s long journey and his humility and determination throughout. Now, the boy presents himself to the older man to make the final commitment and be brought into the Order. He’s waited patiently for this moment, but now, all he can do is imagine the handsome leader’s thick shaft splitting open his tight, pink hole.
Elder Edwards is still getting used to the frequent gropes and touches of his older priest leaders. As strange as it seemed at first, he’s starting to love how it makes him feel. There’s nothing quite as exciting as feeling the powerful men of the church touch his body and push him to climax. The handsome muscle daddy, President Lee, has called the stallion to the temple to receive the Second Anointing, and Elder Edwards is eager to be the center of attention again.
Elder Edward’s meaty, athletic body has become an object of desire and obsession for many of the leaders of the Brethren. President Ballard, especially, cannot get enough of his perfect bubble butt. After having fucked him hard, Ballard’s eager to see what else the muscle boy’s behind can take. He calls him into the temple to bend over his knee to be spanked and milked, reddening his ass and stroking out a thick, creamy load of boy cum.
Elder Edwards is an absolute stunner. Once you’re done drooling over his blue eyes and pouty mouth, you see that he’s also a beautifully built athlete with undeniable good looks. Boys and girls have fawned over him his entire life, and now that’s he’s developed a strong, man’s body, and it’s only gotten worse!
The Brethren see this young man’s commitment to living a clean, regulated, and obedient life. With impeccable grooming and presentation, he’s a model of what a handsome missionary should be. Still, they’ve caught his eye wandering around the other handsome boys and wonder if they can give him the discipline and guidance he needs.
Elder Edwards rose to his feet, standing up from the wood and leather chair he’d been given. His fingers timidly reached for his jacket buttons, carefully releasing them from their closures. He felt his face become reddened and warm, responding to the strange moment he was in. It wasn’t usual for him to strip down in front of an area president.
Elder Edwards can’t deny how good it felt to be touched, stroked, and fingered by President Ballard. In fact, it’s something he’s been thinking of ever since. Now that he’s called back to meet with him, Elder Edward is finding himself even more enticed than before. He knows he shouldn’t have these feelings, but Ballard has brought something out in him he never expected. He wants to see what more will come from his obedience and submission… and if he can penetrate his perfect body even deeper.
Elder Edwards sat with his chest out, shoulders back against the chair, keeping his head held high. He’d been taught his whole life to always stay poised and confident and to present himself with the utmost attention to detail. And even now, as he sweated out President Ballard’s interrogation, he did not falter in those early lessons.
