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Missionary Boys | 2017 | 112 |
Description source: promotional material
The Brethren have seen what Elder Ence is capable of and are eager for him to continue his initiation into the Higher Priesthood. Despite his rebellious attitude and alpha male ego, the sexy young Mormon is learning that obedience has its perks.
While all the boys at the Mission understand that it is strictly forbidden to participate in a sexual activity outside of priest knowledge, that doesn’tmean that every now and then the boys don’t slip up and find themselves fooling around with each other’s bodies. It is difficult to be surrounded by so many virile young men who all have the same goals and dreams and not be attracted. Additionally, while the sexual encounters with the men of the Order are intense and fulfilling, they are innately high-pressure situations. In them, the boys are submitting to service, making sure that they make the proper steps towards the priesthood and the Order. But with the other boys, they have no responsibility but to make each other feel good.
Today, Elder Dudley, Elder Ence, and Elder Sorensen find themselves in the throes of a passionate missionary orgy. Elder Dudley sucks Ence’s cock, loving the feeling of his girthy member on his tongue. In the meantime, his asshole is licked and pleasured by gorgeous Sorensen.
Ence looks down at his cock as Dudley runs his mouth over the length of it, enjoying the sensation of relief he gets from physical pleasure for physical pleasure’s sake. And he takes special interest when Sorensen moves from rimming Dudley to barebacking him with his thick cock. He loves watching Sorensen fuck Dudley’s butt. It excites him and makes him want to join in on the penetrative action.
Finally, Ence takes his turn. Dudley sits on his cock, wrapping his sphincter around the boy’s throbbing dick. Dudley rides him, letting out small gasps as he does. But Ence wants more. He lets both Sorensen and Dudley share his prick, watching them work their lips and tongues on his shaft until he is ready to unleash his seed all over their faces. Perhaps pleasure is best behind closed doors.
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.
Working with his mission president, the brethren placed Elder Ence together with Elder Dudley and Elder Sorensen in a threesome. Missionary threesomes are not all that uncommon, but this particular grouping was unique.
Elders Dudley, Ence, and Sorensen had each messed around with each other independently when they were on splits. When this came to light thins quickly got hot and heavy between all three of them.
It wasn’t the first time he had engaged in gay sex. And like all the times before, he didn’t feel guilty. He knew his lack of guilt was uncommon. He could daydream about having his cock swallowed by Elder Dudley while sitting in sacrament meeting, and not think anything of it.
But something about these erotic thoughts in his head was changing. Maybe it wasn’t the thoughts as much as it was his response to them. He felt the urge to talk to his priesthood leaders about his sexual fantasies, and not because he wanted to confess.
But this was a very new sensation for a boy who grew up attracted to girls and until recently had considered himself straight.
At first he had just wanted to know what it was like to take control of another boy sexually. The thrill of that power over another boy was such a high.
It didn’t take long before he realized there were things he liked about having sex with guys. Things that maybe he liked more than the sex he had with his high school girlfriend before his mission.
Maybe it was because he knew what he liked done to his cock, but he knew exactly how to run his tongue along Ence’s shaft to make it’s head start weeping precum.
Maybe it was because he knew how good it felt, just hearing Sorensen groan as he pumped load after load into Dudley’s ass was enough to make Ence shoot his load.
Elder Ence loved looking down at the two missionary boys, losing himself in their handsome faces as he covered them in his cum.
But sex with his mission companions didn’t exactly scratch the specific itch that Elder Ence was experiencing.
And while their initial advancements had left him confused, within just the past few weeks he found himself fantasizing about the rough and powerful hands of his priesthood leaders every time he closed his eyes.
He couldn’t stop thinking about them. The men who had power and authority over him. The men who had power and authority over all branches of the priesthood. The brethren of The Order.
Unsurprisingly, his heart began to pound when he received word that his induction would continue.
After he and his two companions returned from their romp, there was a message waiting for Elder Ence at their missionary apartment.
Elder Ence was to report to the temple in the morning for his Second Anointing.
The following morning his companions took him to the temple and dropped him off several hours before it would open to the public.
Quickly moving through the lobby, Elder Ence catches himself checking his watch several times as he walks briskly towards the appointed ordinance room.
He has to laugh. A few months ago, the troublemaker paid no mind to punctuality. But he has to admit that being disciplined and fucked by powerful, older men has changed all this. These days he likes the rules. They seem to go hand in hand with pleasure, at least that seems to be what they are teaching him.
And he wants to follow them.
When Ence enters a room filled with piercing white light, he is pleased to see President Nelson there in his pressed white suit. Ence hasn’t seen the ripped muscle daddy since he formally invited him to join The Order and the boy is eager to show the man all he’s learned since.
Nelson tells the boy to remove his garments. He does so quickly, his cock beginning to rise as it’s freed from his sacred garments.
There is a cloth covered table in the center of the room and Nelson guides the boy onto it. President Nelson tells Elder Ence to kneel and then begins to rub warm oil across the initiate’s bare chest.
The feeling of the man’s warm, knowledgeable hands running up and down his frame, fills Ence with desire. Nelson fingers go lower, rubbing the muscles of his stomach and his groin. When Ence feels Nelson’s hand wrap around his cock, he lets out a soft moan.
While the President strokes Ence’s lengthening member he pinches the boy’s nipples. The mix of pleasure and pain has Ence at full mast in no time.
“Get on your back,” the president gruffly orders. He tells the boy to play with himself while he unclips his belt and slips out of his suit.
When Nelson is full nude he approaches Ence again and begins to tease the sensitive head of his swollen dick. He climbs onto the table, his thickly veined ten inches erect and pulsing. Ence’s mouth waters at the sight of it.
The President presses both of their cocks together and begins stroking them at the same time. Ence thrusts and groans. He watches the massive muscles on the President’s abs, ripple as he pulls on their cocks. Ence loves the tease of this. His body slick with oil, slides around beneath Nelson’s solid frame. He longs for more.
“You want to taste my cock, boy?” Nelson smiles.
Ence nod’s hungrily and opens his mouth to receive the man’s full girth. He can’t wait to feel Nelson’s cock touching the back of his throat.
Coated in sweat and oil, Elder Ence lays on the table staring up at President Nelson’s large, chiseled frame. The imposing man’s throbbing ten inches lies just out of reach of his tongue and the boy arches his neck to get a lick.
The brethren summoned Ence here early this morning for his Second Anointing. When he received the note in his missionary apartment, instructing him to return to The Temple, his heart began to beat faster. He loved fucking other boys. But the knowledge that he would once again be handled and controlled by the powerful older men of The Order excited him in ways hard to describe.
Ence always loved sex, but, before he began his mission, he’d thought he only liked fucking girls. He has come to realize, however, that there are so many things only two guys can do to each other, so many things about the way muscular bodies and hard cocks feel against and inside Ence that can’t be matched.
He doesn’t feel guilty about how much men turn him on, but, he is starting to appreciate the rules and regulations that the priesthood applies to this pleasure.
When Ence arrived at the Temple and saw that it would be President Nelson doing the anointing his member instantly stiffened. Nelson is, in many ways, the pinnacle of manhood. His steely demeanor and bulging muscles intimidated Ence when he first met him during his initiation. But now, trying to prove himself to Nelson is his singular focus.
After having his naked body rubbed down, Ence was made to lie on a table. President Nelson took both of their shafts in his hand and stroked their dicks simultaneously until the head of Ence’s cock was weeping precum.
Then Nelson slid across Ence’s oiled chest and pushed his dick deep into the boy’s mouth.
Ence is driven to the edge of desire. He covers the President’s cock in his spit, hoping he’ll understand how much he needs to be filled by him. He loves watching the way Nelson’s mouth hangs open as he watches the boy choke on his cock.
“Are you ready?”
Ence nods hungrily.
Nelson pulls his huge dick out of the boy’s mouth and moves down the boy’s body slowly. He parts Ence’s legs and begins to tease his opening with the head of his fat dick. Ence breathes out, preparing himself for the full girth of the man. Nelson doesn’t disappoint.
He thrusts forward pushing his dick in and slowly opening the boy up. Nelson continues, pushing in inch by inch until all ten inches are buried to the hilt.
Once groans as Nelson lowers his full weight on top of the boy. He pushes Ence’s legs up over his head so that his knees are practically touching his ears.
“Nice and deep,” Nelson growls as he tries to grind into the boy even further.
Then Nelson begins to saw in and out of the boy’s tight young hole.
Ence closes his eyes and feels the rhythmic pounding of Nelson’s cock inside his ass.
“You’re stretching me so wide,” He moans.
“I know you can take it,” Nelson says, speeding up his thrusts.
Ence loves the sensation as the pounding picks up speed. He reaches up his hands and grabs hold of his feet so that his legs are even farther back. As Nelson’s pistoning dick continues to hit his prostate he knows it won’t be long until they are both covered in each other’s cum.
Elder Ence’s tight hole drips cum onto the white sheets he and President Nelson lay tangled on. Nelson’s sweaty, muscular chest heaves against Ence’s.
“You’ve become quite a fine specimen, boy,” Nelson breathes, slowly withdrawing his massive cock out of the young boy’s ass. “Keep this up, and you’ll assume leadership positions in the ranks of the priesthood authority in no time.”
Ence watches hungrily as the President dresses, his tan, hard ass disappearing into his white suit pants.
The boy is escorted to his missionary apartment to reunite with his mission companion. He tells his companion he needs to clean up and quickly heads into the bathroom for a shower. As he slowly soaps up his lean, smooth body, he begins to reflect on how he got to this point.
He can’t believe how much his companions and leaders put up with.
Since the start of his mission, Ence had a lot of fun horsing around and even more fun fooling around with his mission companions.
But then, there’s nothing like completely surrendering himself to a big, strong daddy.
As Elder Ence runs the washcloth down his stomach, his hand grazes his already stiffening member. Ence gains such a sense of purpose from learning how to please the Brethren.
The young missionary boy let’s the warm water roll down his shaft. His hand begins to stroke it gently. He’s interrupted by a knock at the door from a horny companion Elder Dudley who wants to join.
Two weeks go by and Elder Ence doesn’t hear from The Brethren. He starts to get nervous that he’s done something wrong.
Why hadn’t they contacted him yet? He had heard from them almost every day since the start of his induction.
The phone call he was waiting for finally came while he was taking his morning shower. His companion opens the bathroom door to tell him that splits had been arranged, and the two would be splitting up for different assignments after lunch.
He towels off, dresses and runs a comb through his hair.
After lunch he pairs off with a high priest and heads to the temple. At the entrance to the temple, a handsome Temple worker extends his hand. Instinctively Elder Ence knows to give him the secret handshake he has learned.
Having received the required signs and tokens, the man guides the boy into a dark hallway where he is told to strip and don a ceremonial robe.
It isn’t cold, but Elder Ence shivers with nerves. His guide gestures and he notices a tiny door at knee height at the end of the hall.
“That is where you will wait until you hear a knock,” the worker says as he helps the boy tie the robe. Then he lifts a curtain and disappears down a separate hallway.
Crouching down on all fours, Elder Ence waits at the door.
He breathes in and out, waiting as an obedient boy should. Finally, he hears the knock. He crawls through the door and finds himself in a stark but brightly lit white room.
When he feels a familiar, firm grip on the back of his neck, he has to smile. He would recognize President Oaks’ confident hands anywhere.
The boy is made to crawl to the head of a bed in the center of this white room.
As Elder Ence kneels before the handsome silver fox, he sees President Nelson standing solemnly in the corner of the room. His hands are folded over his crotch but Ence swears he can see the swell of his ten inches pressing against his pants.
“You’ve been quite the challenge,” President Oaks whispers as Ence slowly unbuckles the President’s belt. “But we’ve really whipped you into shape.”
Ence nods hungrily and presses his mouth against the outline Oak’s thick member, breathing in his musk. “A priesthood bearer can have no greater joy than when he is in the service of his fellow man.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Oaks chuckles and even Nelson cracks a smile.
The salt and pepper haired man peels down his pants down to his sacred underwear and guides Ence’s young, eager lips to his shaft.
“Let’s see if you’ve truly earned your new name, boy.”
Elder Ence tightens his ass around President Oaks’ probing finger. He pulls his knees against his chest so that Oaks can plunge even deeper. “Please,” he whispers, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
A few months ago the feisty young man would never so obediently have submitted his body to the attentions of one of his priesthood leaders.
When Ence first began his mission, he was just a horny teen who wanted to have fun. He went on a mission because not doing so was social suicide in Utah.
In the MTC he saw every perfectly groomed, tight assed missionary boy as a potential conquest. Little more than a “smooth boy pussy” to stick his dick in.
Even his mission companion, the more ruggedly handsome Elder Dudley, who quickly fell for Ence’s carefree attitude was, initially, just another notch in his belt.
But the stern and focused attentions of The Brethren changed all that.
They knew that Ence would be a challenge, and that is why they assigned President Nelson and President Oaks to break the boy in. And break him in they did.
Now, Ence relishes servicing the members of the priesthood authority. He knows that doing so will allow him to assume a leadership position amongst them, but it also gives him a deep sense of purpose.
He finally understands the central tenant of missionaryism that there is no higher calling than serving his fellow man.
Earlier today, the boy arrived at the Temple and, after giving the secret handshake to a handsome Temple worker, was guided through the secret corridors of the temple to a changing room. In that room he was undressed and prepared by several men.
Dressed in the priesthood robes of authority, but otherwise nude, he was led at length to a very small high door. The door was barely knee high, and he was instructed to wait for a knock before entering.
The size of the door forced him to get on all fours, and when the knock came and he finally opened the door, he felt as vulnerable and submissive as a dog.
And the sensation was incredibly arousing.
He crawled through the opening, and was immediately seized by the neck.
When he felt President Oaks’ hand grab him, his already stiffening member lengthened to full mast. Elder Ence was even more excited when he saw President Nelson standing sternly in the corner, watching.
As President Oaks’ disrobed and unleashed his thickly-veined pink cock, he smiled down at the boy.
Elder Ence knew what was wanted, he didn’t need to ask. He brought his lips to President Oaks’ crotch, and let the man’s dripping cock head slowly lower onto his tongue.
“That’s it,” Oaks whispered, pushing his pulsing cock farther into the boy’s mouth.
When Ence could feel the shaft touch the back of his throat, he began to move his head, keeping his large, brown eyes fixed on Oaks’ face.
The President tangled his fingers in the boy’s hair and thrust into the boy’s throat, relishing the wet moans that escaped the boy’s mouth.
Eventually, Oaks’ ordered the boy onto the white bed in the center of the room.
To Ence’s surprise and delight, he felt the President’s warm breathe against his own cock. Oaks enveloped his member with his mouth, while his hands milked the boy’s aching balls.
Elder Ence loved watching the handsome man work him over like that. He flexed his abs and pushed up, trying to feel as much of Oaks’ mouth as possible.
But soon enough, Oaks wanted more. And now, the young boy is being driven to the brink by Oaks’ teasing.
“You want to be filled, boy?”
Ence nods hungrily. “Please, sir.”
Oaks withdraws his finger and looks at President Nelson. “What do you think? Has he earned it?”
Nelson smirks. “I suppose. But don’t go easy on him.”
“Get up,” Oaks gruffly commands. Ence watches, his mouth watering, as the President stretches his lean frame across the bed. His throbbing dick twitches against his stomach.
He motions for the boy to climb on top.
Ence’s heart beats in his chest as he suppresses a smile.
Elder Ence carefully and slowly knotted his tie in the mirror, making sure it was perfectly straight. No hair out of place, shirt ironed, and name tag clean and shiny. He was giving himself a final look over as he waited in one of the hallways of the Temple. At any moment he would be called in to meet with President Nelson, and he took special care to have every piece of his appearance neat and presentable.
It’s hard to believe that this was the same untamable stallion who not too long ago was causing so much chaos at the Missionary Training Center.
Earlier in the week, he’d received notice that the day of his Ordination has been set. He would join the secret brotherhood.
His new position of authority will allow him to have sex with virtually any sexy missionary he wanted, and this thought was enough to cause a slight rise in his perfectly pressed pants.
Still in his heart, he felt like a horny troublemaker, eager to have a hot hole or mouth on his cock. His companions Elder Dudley and Elder Sorensen proved to be a perfect pair of sexy, hungry, boys to have in his stable. He loved fucking each one of them, especially when it was at the same time!
And progressing through the ranks of the all male priesthood meant that this stable of beautiful boys to fuck would only grow.
The door next to where he sat opened, and there stood the impossibly sexy President Nelson. He beckoned Elder Ence inward, and the two walked through several passageways that ended at a beautiful white room.
With each step he took, Elder Ence could feel his heart pound harder. While he loved being the bad boy, finding clever and tricky ways to get his fellow elders to suck his thick cock, he had an insatiable desire to be controlled by the sexy men of the priesthood.
It wasn’t until his first meeting with President Nelson that he learned what a truly powerful man was like. He recalled his presence as being stern and somewhat scary. By simply standing in a room, he made you feel like a tiny, tiny dog, shaking and trembling in the presence of a wolf. Elder Ence had shown up late and sloppy before, requiring the gruff tone and firm hand of this muscle daddy.
Now, Elder Ence couldn’t have been more obedient and prepared. President Nelson seemed to observe this change as well. While he still stood strong and muscular, seemingly ready to burst through the crisp, white suit that hung from his statuesque figure, he seemed somehow softer. Even as he instructed Ence to remove his clothes, his tone, while firm, no longer had the sound of a reprimand. Rather, it was simply an order from a dominant leader to his obedient submissive.
Elder Ence, compelled to do everything completely right, did as he was told and continued to carefully and slowly make sure that every article of clothing was correctly folded and placed. This effort amused President Nelson, who broke his stone-faced glance with a slight smirk, aware that he’d tamed the wild colt. He too began to take of his clothes, proving a challenge for Ence who tried to not be distracted as the leader revealed his perfectly tan, defined muscles.
As soon as the two were stripped down to their sacred garments, President Nelson gently lead the young elder onto the white couch where he laid him down and climbed on top. Elder Ence was prepared (and hoped) for an intense display of sexual force and endurance in his ordination. He found, however, only soft, sweet kisses from the otherwise hard, sculpted daddy. However, their passions increased as their kissing grew deeper and faster, each man hungry for the other. The tenderness of the moment changed to carnality as their animal instincts took over and the need to breed surfaced.
President Nelson’s cock was sticky with pre-cum as he let it out of his undergarments, revealing the ten hard inches of veins and flesh that Elder Ence had obsessed over for nights on end. Elder
Ence could barely contain his desire to be fucked by him, feeling his ass pulse with heat, readying itself for that first penetration. President Nelson’s restraint and newfound softness evaporated as soon as he pushed his huge mushroom-head into the eager hole of Elder Ence. Nelson quickly sank the entire length of his long thick shaft into the boy until his balls were resting on his taint.
Once he had fully sheathed his cock, President Nelson remained still for a moment. His muscles rippled in response to the pleasure. And then, slowly at first, he slid in and out. His perfect ass clenching as he began to pound hard into the boy.
As Elder Ence desperately clung to the cushions of the couch, trying to keep from being fucked over the edge, he realized he was indeed getting the power fuck he’d hoped for…