When Elder Gardner was called back to the temple, chap was full of appetizing anticipation. Man knew chap was once 1 greater amount time going to meet with President Ballard and it made his heart race.
The president and guy had become very intimate, spending almost any of their private time jointly kissing and having sex. It was a hot secret this made him unbelievably giddy.
Lad knew dude was imagined to keep that secret and never talk about his trysts with the tempting president. Gink was likewise not to mention the Order or each of the sex he’d been having. But one day the excitement was more than this chub could contain.
While lad and his comrade, Elder Lund, were talking ’bout controlling erotic urges, Elder Gardner let it slip this he’d learned that not all desires had to be suppressed.
1 thing led to 1 more, and before that chub knew it, Elder Gardner had not just only revealed the truth of the Order, he’d edited to receive his thick manmeat in his roommate’s throat!
Gardner trusted his friend to keep his secret, especially since they had shared such a lustful battle. But Elder Lund, still feeling compelled to follow the Mormon tradition of tattling, told the mission president everything!
Not knowing each of that, Elder Gardner walked into the temple smiling, making his way instinctively toward the bright rooms in which he’d been courted time after time. Instead, the temple patrons told him to head down toward the basement.
The bright white areas of the temple fell away as buddy went further down. The spaces went dark and the halls became less inviting. Bloke made his way into a big, dark room, where President Ballard stood patiently. For a 2nd, Gardner was thrilled, hoping for a happy reunion. The expression on the president’s face, in spite of this, was less than pleased.
Standing beside him stood Bishop Angus, his beefy thorax puffed out in his white shirt. Man similarly looked constricting, pressing his lips jointly in a way this made them hide beneath his salt and pepper beard. Gardner’s expression changed to one of concern. …They knew.
Bishop Angus explained this lad had the sacred vow of secrecy. Measures were already being taken to keep the Order protected, but the infraction could not and would not go unpunished.
Elder Gardner began to plead his case for forgiveness, but was swiftly stopped. Angus told him they had their own method of atonement that man was to complete. And chap would oversee.
The two men walked over to a short, cloth-covered table. It appeared to have objects underneath, though Gardner could not tell what. Ballard and Angus removed the cover to reveal a narrow table studded with black, shiny pegs, increasing sequentially in measurement.
Bishop Angus sat down in large, red stool placed at the end of the table, closest to the largest of the pegs. Fellow looked up at the wide-eyed and nervous Gardner, then to President Ballard.
“Let’s begin by acquiring Elder Gardner displayed.”
President Ballard nodded, displaying an unusual deference that Elder Gardner had not seen. That chub did as the bishop ordered, undressing the youthful missionary piece by piece.
Ballard’s hands moved all over Gardner’s body, removing even his socks, shoes, and garments. Where buddy could, boy snuck in a Hasty, adoring touch of his stomach and chest. Ballard shot Gardner a small smile, indicating to him that fellow would look after him. The teen boy was comforted slightly, but couldn’t escape the steely look of Bishop Angus overseeing his trial.
“Prepare the stretcher and have the boy continues to the first peg.”
President Ballard lingered a hand on Gardner’s body for an extra 2nd before retrieve a bottle of oil out from under the table. Fellow pushed a few squirts of the clear liquid onto his hands and then began to rub every of the shiny protuberances.
As the president moved down the line, Gardner’s skin visibly tensed, watching the older man’s hand squeeze over each knob. As they got bigger, buddy could watch the man’s fingers stretch open wider and wider, till the very last 1 appeared to be the extent of a pool ball… maybe bigger. Dude got nervous, knowing how this oil had been used formerly.
As if hearing his worried thoughts, President Ballard came back over to him and rubbed some oil onto his tight hollow. It felt outstanding, but it all but confirmed for the young boy what his atonement would be.
Taking Gardner’s hand and walking him over to the first peg, President Ballard helped him sit down slowly and take the 1st peg into his hollow.
“All the way down,” Bishop Angus ordered, watching closely from the far end of the table’s length.
Gardner did and then immediately started to move off.
“I didn’t tell u to come up.”
Gardner shot him a scared look, unsure of what to do. Guy stayed frozen like a deer in headlights. Angus nodded, indicating this the boy sit wholly back down on it. Gardner complied.
“How does it feel,” Angus asked. “Was it easy?”
Elder Gardner nodded hesitantly, not sure if gink should be honest or say what fellow craved to hear. What did buddy want it to hear? Should it be severe? It truly wasn’t easy.
Bishop Angus told him to move to the next 1. And then the next 1. Each time giving off rapid-fire instructions. Move up and down. Stay up. Stay down. Lift up his testicles so guy could inspect the sliding in object. Each time asking how it feels. And every time that Gardener answered positively, fellow was ordered to prolong.
It hurt to press himself down on the next. Bloke couldn’t take it all and his cavity was beginning to burn. Fellow told Bishop Angus this and gink could could see him struggling. Angus let Gardner stroke himself, thinking it might relax him a little, but even that allowance was not adequate.
“I can’t do it,” Gardner said defeated beneath his breath.
It was then this President Ballard came behind him and put his hand on the back of his neck. With the another hand, the older man took over his stroking. Gardner felt greater. Calmer. Nothing was quite like the touch of President Ballard. Still, even with the older man’s intervention, guy had hit his limit.
“You did the best u could,” Bishop Angus said, taking a greater amount tone than before. He’d not raised his voice or shown his anger once. Chap seemed greater amount disappointed than upset. But the way guy said that seemed like it was to make Gardner feel greater ’bout his failure than to make him feel awfulegregious ’bout his wrongdoing.
Still feeling slightly defeated (and slightly worn out), Elder Gardner was brought by the two men into a side room. In the middle of that room stood a low, enormous, black bench, like a giant couch.
The two men bent him over the low platform on all fours. They retrieved a red cloth and blindfolded him. In the blackness of his mind, Gardner’s imagination began to race.
President Ballard held his head in his hands, reminding the boy dude was not alone, as if the president were still keeping him safe.
Bishop Angus ran his fingers over the boy’s hole, feeling how highly rousing and wet it was. It seemed as if a small furnace was burning beneath it.
The 2 men looked down on Gardner and began to slowly undress. All the while, the youthful boy stood entirely still, listening carefully over his beating pulse to the sound of their clothing rustle and fall to the ground. Man attempted to imagine what the appetizing men looked like in their progressing state of nakedness, listening for any article of clothing and picturing their muscular bodies.
It was in his heightened sensory state this boy felt Bishop Angus gently mount up behindhand him and location his extreme, thick dick up against his thin-skinned apperture. Ballard held him once more, keeping him still by just gently pressing his hands against the sides of his head.
When Angus pushed himself into Gardner, guy could feel the searing erotic insides of the youthful boy tighten around his shaft. It was an heavy feeling that even Angus had not expected. It was clear this the boy’s cavity was still a bit raw and that the boy was in some kind of ache, but it felt too much priceless to finish.
President Ballard could hear the boy quietly wince and bawl, and out of a sympathetic courtesy, put his bulky cock in the boy’s oral cavity. Not even so much to silence him, but rather to soothe him.
Knowing the boy’s struggle and his connection to the attractive president, Bishop Angus pulled out of the youthful missionary and switched places with his partner.
Ballard took stock of the boy’s hollow, seeing it glisten red and pink. Even as it was, that guy still thought this was the almost any nice-looking part of his teen boy.
“Do you wish him inside you?” Bishop Angus asked, watching Ballard lube up his dick with oil.
Hardly managing to speak, the young boy answered, “Yes, sir.”
With that, Ballard pushed himself slowly inside Gardner, opening him up even further than the pegs had. Gardner knew this to be actual, but somehow the fact that it was Ballard made all the difference. The familiar penis knew how to open him up and to keep him open in rapture.
Elder Gardner sucked Bishop Angus’ cock as Ballard continued to fuck him. It was a lot to handle and guy knew on some layer the ache was scene of his atonement. But for President Ballard’s dick, Elder Gardner would gladly undergo whatever the Brethren asked of him…
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