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.
Elder Addison had only met President Ballard a handful of times, and never very intimately. He’d taken note of the olderman’s powerful presence and demeanor, even hearing from other missionaries that he could be pretty tough when he had to be. Addison took this to mind, but never imagined he would ever be in Ballard’s crosshairs. Until now.
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 Ormonde left the temple confused. He fidgeted with his shirt sleeve, trying to keep it aligned correctly with his suit jacket. He walked through the halls headed toward the entrance where he would meet up with his companion. All the while, he felt a small drop of cum drip out from his cock.
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 Dalton tried hard to focus. As he stood in his temple shield, he did everything he could think of to keep his mind clear and pure. But lately, he couldn’t get any peace. All he could think about was the sex he’d had. The sex he wanted again.
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.
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.
Bishop Gibson couldn’t stop thinking about the way President Faust ordered him around. As intense and demanding as it was,
Gibson only craved more.
All his life he’d been aroused by powerful men. Even when he was younger, he’d get embarrassing erection whenever his dad yelled at him or disciplined him. This continued throughout his life, even into his work with the church and the Order.
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.
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President Faust is a patient man, but he’s also stern when he has to be. The one thing he won’t abide is even a hint of disobedience, whether it’s in the boys he’s inducting into the Order or the fellow priesthood leaders. He’s seen the way his stable of missionaries fawn over Bishop Gibson and he’s certain that he’s fucking them without his permission. This cannot stand. He’s called in Bishop Gibson to atone in an effort to remind him who’s really in charge.
Bishop Gibson followed President Lee into the sacred chamber, eager to see what the older man had to teach him. As a member of the Order, he knew he was fortunate to be surrounded by some of the most powerful and handsome men he’d ever meet. And as such, he wanted to learn all he could.
Elder Zachary went into a panic! He searched all over his room and couldn’t find his camcorder. He thought he’d put it away with his biking equipment and P-day stuff, but it was nowhere to be found.
He normally wouldn’t be so concerned about not being able to find one of his belongings. He may have otherwise even assumed Elder Ingles had borrowed it. But this was special. Sensitive. Not only was the camera itself pretty expensive, it had very damning content on it. Namely the sex tape of him and his companion!
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.
