Neither Elder Oaks nor Elder Holland could be happier. Having been inducted into the Order and attaining the higher level of priesthood authority, they had formed a strong bond.
Knowing the unique circumstances for each boy–namely Oaks’ connection with his father and Holland’s less than perfect history with his companion–the Brethren determined that they would benefit from some time away from the grind of daily mission life.
One night after the temple had closed for the day, Elder Stewart was called into a secret after hours session in the Temple. He was led by two masked men into a dark chamber, carrying candles to light their way.
As they set their candles down Elder Stewart could see that his two guides were the powerful and sexy Patriarch Smith and President Olsen.
Elder Esplin simply could not reconcile all his frustrations with the Church. Everything he’s been raised to believe seemed to be, at best, misleading and, at worst, blatant lies about the world. He wasn’t raised to have an independent mind, but thanks to a healthy dose of curiosity his eyes had been opened.
Elder Holland and Elder Oaks waited together in a small room, undressed down to their sacred garments, seated closely next to each other. With nothing to do, the two boys gently rubbed their legs together, enjoying the opportunity to be even slightly intimate. They wished they could just return to their room and fuck each other senseless, but the Brethren had called on them again.
Elder Dobrovnik lathered up his muscular, long body as he showered off the remaining oils from his skin. His body was still energized from his recent encounter with President Oaks.
Having done as he was asked by the Priesthood and brought Elder Esplin back into the fold, he showed that he was not only loyal and obedient, but that he could serve the broader needs of the Order as well.
Elder Esplin could still taste Elder Dobrovnik on his lips as he sat quietly in the ward mission leader’s home. His companion was off to meet with President Oaks and he was left obsessing over the events of the previous night.
Things had been awkward between Elder Holland and Elder Oaks since their last encounter.
After getting caught pleasuring one another by President Nelson, Elder Holland received some harsh discipline. His companion on the other hand, was “spared the rod” being the son of President Oaks. Elder Holland exacted his revenge on Elder Oaks’ tight ass and hot mouth, mercilessly fucking him, using him as his personal fuck toy until he was satisfied he had been properly punished.
Elder Dobrovnik is preoccupied with thoughts of his initiation ceremony with President Oaks.
The handsome man got on top of the missionary boy and held his small hips in his strong hands. Putting the head of his cock at the boy’s puckered hole, the priesthood leader slowly stabbed his plump cockhead into the boy’s tight quim.
Elder Holland is still in a daze from having the cum milked so skillfully out of his dick by President Nelson. The young boy had not seen the intimidating figure since he was roughly disciplined by the man for fucking his mission companion, Elder Oaks.
All the blood rushes to Elder Dobrovnik’s head and cock. The strapping, Russian teen has been commanded to lie upside down with his ass in the air, while his mission president, President Ballard, slowly inserts a thick glass dildo into his hole.
It is the most submissive position the Mormon missionary boy has been in yet, and he thrills at this.
Elder Dobrovnik is thrilled that he is being given the chance to join The Order. The young Mormon boy knows he will have to work hard to earn a place among the powerful men, but he relishes the opportunity to serve.
Elder Dobrovnik has always been obedient. As a child, his stern, Russian parents didn’t even bother hiding forbidden sweets from him because they knew if they told Dobrovnik he must not eat them, he would do just as he was told.
Elder Stewart’s mission is nearly over and he’s having mixed feelings about it. While the boy is trunky – missionary speak for being excited to pack your bags (trunks) and head back to the pre-mission world of friends and family – he knows he will miss the weekly and sometimes daily interactions with the many men of The Order.
Elder Ence was an unlikely candidate to be selected and groomed for the higher priesthood. He was a fine specimen of masculine beauty certainly, but according to the brethren, the boy would need to be broken like a feisty colt.
And that is exactly the kind of challenge the men of The Order enjoy.
Elder Stewart’s innocent face, and excellent cock sucking skills made his rise to the ranks of the higher priesthood, inevitable. But there was a time, before he began his journey into the Order, where the boy was plagued with guilt over his desires for men.
He felt like he could never think about, much less act on all the filthy things he wanted to do to other boys.
Elder Stewart, the fresh faced blond, is now a fully ordained member of The Order. But he looks back fondly on those moments that were turning points on his mission, resulting in his obtaining the higher priesthood.
Each day, upon waking, his fresh, morning wood pressing against the sheets, Stewart takes out a journal and writes for at least 20 minutes.
