Elder Ingles has come a long way to be ordained in the Order. He’s been tested and disciplined, teased and trained. All the while, he’s had the singular focus to submit to the handsome men of higher priesthood, knowing that the hottest sex of his life would be his reward. On this final step of his journey, he can’t resist his lust and passion for the handsome muscle daddy, President Lee.
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.
Over at MormonBoyz, President Lee is a patient and understanding man. He knows that boys will be boys and their hormones and bodies are almost beyond their control. Still, the Order has very specific expectations for its members… even those who are yet to be ordained.
Having heard of Elder Ingles’ recent transgressions, he felt the need to step in and course correct. Lee knew of Ingles’ tryst with Bishop Gibson but it was decided by the Brethren that this was a fault of leadership, not of the missionary.
After all, Elder Ingles had been told to obey his superiors, and Gibson was certainly well above him. This alone would have been forgivable, even permitted, were it the only time Elder Ingles acted outside of his prescribed sexual activity.
It was a soft break in the silence, but it boomed through the room like cannon. Elder Ormonde had been secretly touching himself in his bed, certain he had woken up well before his split companion, Elder Ingles.
Elder Ingles could hardly believe his eyes when the blindfold was removed. He was on his back breathing heavy when he got his first look at the man deep inside him. He knew him intimately, aware of every inch of his hard cock, but had no idea who he was or what he looked like.
Elder Ingles followed behind Bishop Gibson, unsure of why he was being pulled away. He’d often watched the handsome man whenever they were in the same room, fantasizing about him, but he’d never spoken with him until now.
Elder Ingles made his way to the temple nervously, not quite sure if he was in trouble. He’d been told somewhat ominously to show up and to do what was asked of him, but he couldn’t tell if this was part of what would be expected during his induction or not.
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 returned to his mission apartment, his hole still wet from Bishop Hart’s cum. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have the older man’s cock in his ass, and how aroused he was to be filled with another man’s semen.
Bishop Hart told him he couldn’t talk about it with anyone, especially the other missionaries. Elder Zachary didn’t like the idea of having to lie to his companion, but he promised to do as Hart told him.
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.
