The knock on the door was louder than he expected. Elder Gardner had been told to undress completely, shedding even his sacred garments, to put on the sacred temple robe, and crawl through a hall that narrows down to an absurdly small space.
He was told to wait at the end by a tiny door. He was to wait until he heard a knock.
President Ballard knew what it meant for Elder Gardner to be initiated into the Order. Not only was he opening himself up to a side of his sexuality he wouldn’t have dared to even name, he was feeling the first schisms within his head between his previous sense of morality and his burgeoning appetites.
Elder Gardner felt like his back was going to permanently fuse with the back of his chair. He’d been sitting in a state of fear and anxiety for what felt like hours.
President Ballard had called him in for a private meeting, questioning him about sex and his urges. Elder Gardner had never talked about this with anyone, not even his own parents. He felt uncomfortable talking about it knowing that the truth would land him in hot water.
The Mormon leadership makes a regular practice of interviewing and questioning the young men of their ward. Making sure each boy is living by the proper code of conduct and discipline is routine priesthood.
President Ballard loves watching as the boys navigate through their responses, trying to craft their answers in the space between what’s honest and what’s expected. The real magic happens when he can press them harder and see their true character emerge.
Since his phone call with President Ballard, Elder Esplin found himself moving about his day with an unexpected ease. He’d spent so much of the time in his mission questioning and resisting the teachings of the Church that he’d forgotten what it felt like to be truly at peace.
By completely giving himself over to the Order, he found a sense of purpose and freedom that he hadn’t expected. As he made his way to the Temple, he cleared his mind and prepared himself to receive whatever the Brethren had in store for him.
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 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.
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.