WARNING!
Elder Edwards
President Lee
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Missionary Boys | 2020 | 96 |
Description source: promotional material
Elder Edwards is one of the most physically appealing missionaries to ever join the order. His shyness only intensifies the attraction the high priests feel towards him. President Ballard interrogates his young pledge, but when the questions turn to sexuality, Edward begins to crack. With the memory of their previous encounter still fresh, Edwards finds himself easily aroused in Ballard's presence. During the annointment, Ballard finds he can barely control his primal urges and is eager to indulge in the Edwards' flesh. As the frequency of their meetings grew, Edwards learns that Ballard has something he himself does not: power. As President Lee's hand slipped beneath Edwards undergarments and found his cock, Edwards found himself unable to refuse the older man. Now that he was being accepted into the order, Edwards welcomed Ballard to everything the young man had to offer.
Elder Edwards sat with his chest out, shoulders back against the chair, keeping his head held high. He’d been taught his whole life to always stay poised and confident and to present himself with the utmost attention to detail. And even now, as he sweated out President Ballard’s interrogation, he did not falter in those early lessons.
Elder Edwards was used to worthiness interviews, discussing with his local bishops and priesthood leaders his past sins, his repentance, and his diligent efforts to avoid them in the future. This time, Ballard seemed singularly focused, something Edwards had not prepared for and didn’t fully know how to respond.
“Have you had sexual fantasies of any kind?”
“Yes,” Edwards answered with the confidence and strength of a well-trained missionary. He knew to always confirm his short comings and be ready with corrective actions. After all, there was a paradoxical pride to be had in chaste humility.
“With men?”
“No.” It came out as emphatically as if he were rejecting Satan himself. He barely heard the question before he was able to fire off the appropriate answer.
“Really?”
“Never.” Edwards continued to dole out the standard line about childhood discretion, little innocent exploration here and there, but holding firm to his rejection of his past sins and his journey toward piety. He could have run for office, he was so well rehearsed.
Still, President Ballard was too keen to fall for the lines. Every young missionary was taught well by men like him how to speak with moral conviction. And Ballard could see there was something behind the boy’s clear, blue eyes he was holding on to. Something he was hiding. Something that he shielded with his model-like good looks, perfect posture, and good grooming.
“…And what about your companion?”
Elder Edward’s face, naturally a pinky pale hue, began to redden around his temples and cheeks.
“I’ve told him about this. He seemed interested and understanding, but that was it.”
Ballard watched as the boy’s eyes intensified, widening to reveal more of the blue, crystalline pools. The boy’s tie seemed to help exaggerate their color… yet another tool to keep the boy’s appearance distracting and disarming. But not for Ballard. He knew this boy was beautiful, but it was what he keep inside the he was after.
“That’s not exactly what I heard,” he continued, shifting the tone in his voice from idling questioning now to one of condemnation. “It’s my understanding that when he came out of the shower, that’s when this occurred. And that you looked at his body. And that you kept looking.”
Elder Edward’s face was now a bright red. His rehearsed words escaped him. He felt stripped of his tools, his shields, his guards. He could see Ballard looking at him–through him. He felt his heart race as he tried to think of a response.
“I’ll also you again: have you ever had sexual thoughts about men?”
“No!”
“And would you ever?”
“No–never!”
Ballard moved himself closer. His chair was a careful distance away, but as he scooted himself to the edge of his seat, his knees brushed against the missionary’s. It was a quick and incidental action, but enough that it made Elder Edwards nervous. He wasn’t sure why, but something about President Ballard made him hot.
“Are you willing to prove that you don’t have these feelings?”
In a rush to response affirmative and cooperative, Elder Edwards answered, “Absolutely.”
He had no idea how he could prove it. After all, how do you prove you don’t feel something?
President Ballard stared him in the eye, meeting his gaze with a firm, dominant look.
“Stand up… and take you clothes off.”
“What?!” Edwards was shocked. This seemed wildly improper and irregular. It was a break from all his known practices and routines. Every script he’d memorized now failed him for this moment, and he didn’t know what to say.
“Go on. Stand up and take your clothes off.”
Elder Edwards rose to his feet, feeling his hands tremble as he reached for the buttons of his suit jacket. His strong, confident demeanor began to weaken, shocked by the impropriety of this request. Still, he knew he had no choice. President Ballard was accusing him of something very severe, and the only way to get out of that was to go along with his requests.
As he removed his clothes and stripped down his garments, President Ballard could see his body’s frame and build. The suit was cut to him perfectly, giving him a statuesque physique, but his true shape and size was a thing of beauty.
He had well developed muscles, clearly a part of both good exercise and good genetics. His chest was full and wide, supported by a solid core. His legs were thick and athletic, a beautiful specimen of athletic prowess. Were he not on his mission, he could have been an underwear model. Luckily for Ballard, he was given a private show of the boy’s natural talents.
“Sit down. Hands behind the chair.”
Edwards sat back where he’d been, once again assuming the strong posture and position he’d had when he’d been clothed.
“Don’t move them until I tell you,” Ballard continued, itching himself closer to the seated boy.
He ran his hand up his legs, watching his face closely as he did. His legs were naturally smooth and hairless, as if to accentuate the firm natural mass of his thighs. As Ballard’s fingers moved up toward his crotch, Edwards took a gulp in his mouth, trying to swallow down his discomfort and confusion.
His hands moved further in to his crotch, pressing into the crease of his underwear, feeling the warmth of the boy’s genitals. They were held tightly in the white garments, reacting to his touch little by little.
“Interesting.”
Elder Edward’s face got redder. It practically glowed. Ballard could see his reaction spreading down to his neck and chest. He loved how the boy’s color changed so dramatically, as if he could read his emotions in the pattern of rosiness that took him over.
Ballard moves his hands up to his chest, feeling his nipples through his shirt. They were dark and full, visible through the sheer fabric, serving as markers for the broadness of his chest. Lifting up the shirt, he could see them growing harder. He ran his fingers over them, teasing them and tugging them gently. Elder Edwards let out small breaths, barely audible, but enough to indicate his feelings: he liked it.
“Very interesting…”
Elder Edwards rose to his feet, standing up from the wood and leather chair he’d been given. His fingers timidly reached for his jacket buttons, carefully releasing them from their closures. He felt his face become reddened and warm, responding to the strange moment he was in. It wasn’t usual for him to strip down in front of an area president.
His eyes stayed down, trying not to make eye contact with President Ballard, the handsome man who sat patiently behind his desk. It was just a few days prior that he’d been naked in front of him before, but this seemed to do little in making the situation any less uncomfortable.
Elder Edwards prided himself on his understanding of decorum and propriety, and nothing in his 18 years prepared him for the journey he was on. It was only vaguely explained to him that there was a secret society in the church known as the Order, a select membership of powerful men who embodied the true authority and priesthood.
It seemed so much bigger than anything Elder Edwards had ever imagined, and his curiosity was piqued at the idea of becoming part of this elusive organization. All he had to do was follow the orders of his superiors and satisfy their needs. Seemed simple enough. That is until the real tests of obedience presented themselves.
Elder Edwards stripped out of his suit and clothing, doing as President Ballard had requested. As each piece fell away, more of his rosy, soft, smooth skin was revealed. Ballard’s eyes moved up and down his body, observing the stark contrast between the white of his garments and the pink of his flesh. And as Edwards became more aware of his gaze, he only became redder.
“Step closer,” Ballard ordered, seeing the athletic boy in his garments, discarding the last of his formal attire.
Edwards took a small step closer to the desk, intimidated by the handsome man behind it. Ballard could see his nervousness in his face, and moved his wheeled chair next to the him.
As soon as he was in reach, Ballard ran his hand between the boys legs, feeling the smoothness of his inner thighs. The thick trunks the boy stood upon barely had room between them for the cloth of his garments, giving Ballard the sensual feeling of the skin squeezing his fingers.
His body was very warm, as if he’d just come in from a run. He knew this was more nervous energy than physical exertion, but from the mass of his body, he knew he was no stranger to a good sweat.
With one hand, Ballard felt up his backside, feeling up his buttocks and the small of his back. With the other, he crept his fingers under the leg of his garments, taking in the smooth inners of his thighs.
Elder Edwards found himself breathing heavier as the touches moved more and more over his bare skin. He let out audible moans, responding instinctively to the caress of the handsome leader. He remembered how well his hands had brought him to arousal before–even pushing him to the point of orgasm. He knew that he shouldn’t–that it was wrong and sinful–but deep down, he hoped it would happen again.
President Ballard continued feel up his body, moving his hands under his shirt, feeling his full, developed pecs. Elder Edwards let out more sounds of pleasure, tensing just slightly as the older man’s finger tips grazed the peaks of his nipples.
Turning the boy to face him, President Ballard placed his face against the boy’s crotch. Elder Edwards worried that his building erection would become problematic, even getting him into some form of trouble. Instead, he watched as Ballard took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his genitals.
Ballard couldn’t believe how beautiful and firm the boy’s body was. His hands moved behind him, running over the round mound of ass meat the boy carried on his backside. Ballard squeezed them tightly, feeling them fill the palms of his hands in the most delightful way. He needed to have more of him.
“Get up on the desk,” Ballard ordered, standing from his seated position and standing eye to eye with his blue eyed submissive.
Elder Edwards crawled up onto the hard, wooden desk, hearing it creek under the weight of his body. He wasn’t a tiny boy boy any means. A lifetime of athletics, training, and discipline made him a sturdy young man of impressive mass. And on all fours, with his ass bent over and his arms stretched out, he had the form of a prize stallion: muscular, agile, and powerful.
Ballard walked around him, running his hand over his body, feeling his strength, form, and size beneath. He saw the potential in his stallion. Good stock, well groomed, perfect for breeding.
When he approached him from behind, President Ballard pulled down his shorts, letting them rest at his knees. He saw the boy’s butt for the first time unobscured. It was milky white, barely any sign of blemish or redness. It could have been sculpted out of white clay.
He stripped the boy of his garments completely, leaving him naked and vulnerable on his desk. The lily white color of flesh seemed to hold true all over, though now he saw more pink flushing beneath the surface. Elder Edwards was embarrassed, responding to his nakedness and the power of his superior. Or was it excitement?
As Ballard inspected him, back on all fours, ass up and his hole visible, he saw the pink of his pucker, perfectly smooth and formed above his heavy genitals. As his eye followed his testicles down to his shaft, he got an answer to that question. Between him legs hung a thick, large, swollen cock, dripping the smallest droplet of precum from its tip.
Ballard studied him longer, rolling up his sleeves and removing his tie. He then ran his hands over the boy’s buttocks, feeling between his warm, smooth cheeks, against the deep crevasse between, feeling the intense heat that emanated from his hole. He pressed at thumb against it, feeling it’s tightness and pressure pushing back.
He knew the boy would have to be fucked and that his cock was thicker than most he’d ever encountered. He also knew that this would the first time the boy would ever take a cock up his hole.
The idea excited Ballard more than he imagined, picturing in his mind the way in which the boy’s bubble butt would wrap tightly around his impressive member, milking out the cum from his large balls. The thought was enough to nearly make the older man cum just from seeing his thumb press deeper against his hole.
Feeling him longer, he could feel the boy’s sphincter tighten against him, remembering how it took his fingers before. It was clear that Elder Edwards was also thinking of how he could be filled…
President Ballard could hardly control himself as he anointed Elder Edwards. As was the custom, the handsome young manentered the temple in nothing but his modesty shield to be cleansed and blessed before his initiation to the Order.
As his hands moved over his smooth, pink skin, his fingertips found it nearly impossible to not linger. The boy stood tall with a broad back and chest. His nipples peaked on each pec perfectly, as if they’d been carefully placed. The small of his back arched deep, emphasizing the size of his buttocks.
With each line and phrase of the ceremony, Ballard felt himself becoming more and more aroused. Elder Edwards didn’t flinch or move. He took each of the man’s invasive caresses openly, giving himself to the older man without any hesitation or doubt. It was an intoxicating notion that he had complete control over such an adonis.
Ballard stood behind the boy, moving the front
drape of his shield to the side, opening up his torso to be anointed and blessed. As he did this, he pushed himself a little closer than necessary to feel the warmth of the boy’s body against him. His throbbing erection practically broke through his zipper as he felt it graze against the boy’s backside. As he looked down, he could see the swelling of the boy’s genitals–he liked it, too.
Kneeling down, President Ballard brought himself at the level of the boy’s penis. It was just as thick and pink as the rest of him. A gentle spread of pubic hair grew up from his stomach, otherwise everything about him was smooth and clean. It hung out at an angle, resting comfortably on his full, egg-sized testicles.
Ballard felt himself losing his composure, forgetting the words of his ritual, focused solely on the beauty and perfection of the young man that stood so willingly before him. Holding the boy’s cock in his hand, he couldn’t resist bringing it up to his face.
He ran it under his nose, smelling it like one does a high quality cigar. He ran it over his lips, feeling his mouth salivate and warm with just its proximity. He kissed is softly, running it’s growing length from base to tip. As he felt the head on his mouth, he opened up and too it inside.
Elder Edwards let out a soft breath, inaudible, but more startled than simply exhaling. He knew that President Ballard was aroused (it was hard to miss the feeling of his cock behind him) but didn’t know what to make of their session. In his mind, it was hard to escape the memory of the intense fuck he’d had prior.
His hole was still sore from being stretched out further than he ever imagined. Taking the older man’s raw cock filled him with more than just man meat. He felt a real sense of being owned, dominated, and valued. He was worshipped for his body, but he was also clearly being trained to obey. He was used to doing what his superiors told him, but suddenly, he felt an attraction to it that he’d never known. He didn’t just follow orders just to follow: he did so, in part, to be turned on.
As President Ballard took more of his dick into his mouth, he could feel the boy’s member swell up inside. It was nearly at full mast when he stood up to remove the boy’s shield. He wanted to see him in all his glory. Without the white veil, Elder Edwards looked like a perfect object, like a Ken Doll or a GI Joe. And he was all Ballard’s.
The older man sat the boy down on a stool. With the boy now at the eye-level of his aching cock, Ballard began to undress, removing his shirt and tie. He peeled off his garment shirt and began to unbuckle his belt.
Ballard watched as Elder Edwards began to stroke his cock, staring intently at the bulge in his pants. He could see the boy’s cheeks flush and lips redden with desire. It was hard for Ballard to hide his arousal, but it was just as hard for a porcelain-skinned boy like Edwards to hide his. He practically took on a whole new hue when he was hungry for daddy dick.
Ballard slowly and teasingly took off his belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his massive cock. It was as thick around as a beer can, curved up like the belly of whale, and covered in pulsing veins that made it look like it was powered by hydraulics.
Elder Edwards moved his head forward, eager to feel it stretch open his mouth. As he did, President Ballard placed a hand on the back of his neck, grazing it gently as he moved up to play with the boy’s short cropped hair.
Ballard let out a satisfied moan as he felt the warm, wet lips of his young stud spread apart to take him inside. He held the boy’s head down, relenting only to allow slight bobbing motions up and down on his cock. He knew he didn’t have to hold the boy in place, but it made him all the more excited to feel that power. Between his big hands he held this beautiful, capable, amazing servant, guiding him to better please him.
As the boy sucked harder and harder, Ballard felt himself losing control once again. He loved seeing himself slide inside the jock’s bubble butt, enjoying that its size and shape seem to compliment his own endowment. He enjoyed being sucked, but he knew it was just a matter of time before he had to pry apart the boy’s anus with his cock…
President Ballard looked at the young boy’s body standing in front him, stripped of his suit and tie and covered onlyby his pristine white garments. Elder Edward’s skin was flushed with a rosy color, revealing his nervousness and excitement well before he’d even made eye contact with his leader.
Ballard observed the way his muscles were shaped, rounded and full. His chest as was broad and developed, as well as his shoulders and arms. Ballard could tell he would mature into an impressive specimen of a man. But nothing was more enticing to him than his perfectly round ass.
The older man removed the boy’s garment top, giving him a glimpse of the boy’s erect, red nipples before he lead him toward a chair. Ballard took a seat, leading Elder Edwards by the hand, and bent him over his knee.
Ballard was amused at how heavy the man boy was across his lap. In a few years time and with continued workouts, he knew Elder Edwards would be ever bigger than he was. As it was now, they were similar height and build.
But Edwards lacked something that Ballard had–something that would keep him in submission regardless of his size: power.
Ballard pulled down the boy’s pants, his eyes widening as more of the lily white flesh of the boy’s behind became uncovered. He could practically see the muscles and veins that kept it plump and firm. It was smooth as freshly fallen snow, seeming to shake and bounce every time the boy adjusted his weight, securing his position. This only made Ballard even more lustful.
President Ballard ran his hand over the boy’s right butt cheek. It was warm and inviting, like a freshly fluffed pillow, begging to be rested upon. Ballard raised his hand and gave it a gentle tap, barely a spank, but enough to see its meat jiggle and reverberate in response. The action let out a soft slap sound, rushing blood to the older man’s cock immediately.
It was like a drug to him, seeing his ass move. He raised his hand again, slapping the other cheek, watching as it moved similarly to the other. Ballard’s breath became heavy, his eyes narrowed, his mouth watered, and he felt his heart race full of excitement.
He smacked the boy’s butt again, harder this time. Elder Edwards’ reaction was similarly more intense, his back arching as his shoulders lifted, his head shot up into the air, and he let out a soft moan. The boy titled his head around, looking back, hoping to see when Ballard’s hand was preparing for another. Ballard caught the boy’s crystal blue eyes peeking back at him, and he immediately moved the boy’s head back to look away. He didn’t want him to see what more was coming…
Elder Edwards sat up on the altar, feeling its firm platform beneath his buttocks. His legs hung over, dangling freely in the air, his hands anxiously holding onto the edge.
He felt the fine hairs on his spine tingle, sending a pleasant, disarming sensation throughout his entire body. It was the same feeling he got when he want the doctor, sitting on the table with the fine paper beneath him.
While he was stripped down to his underwear, exposed and compliant, this differed in many ways from his usual medical physical.
President Lee stood next to him, rubbing his hands together with slick, shiny liquid between them. Edwards could hear his fingers slide back and forth, breaking the powerful silence in the room. The only thing that competed with this sound was his own, excited, pounding heart beat.
President Lee touched Edwards’ feet, his warm hands soothing the muscles on his soles.
His hands slid all over, across the contours, between his toes, and around his ankles. Edwards extended his leg slightly, trying to keep himself braced and firm to receive his touch.
Every finger that connected with him made his strong, athletic form desperate to completely yield, fold, and melt. But he knew what was expected of him. He would stay tall and alert, ready and patient, obedient to his leader.
President Lee’s hands moved up his legs, past his calves and knees, onto his meaty, thick thighs. Edwards closed his eyes for a moment, trying to stay focused as the older man felt up close to his genitals.
Instinctively he fought off an erection, similar as he would with the doctor. But He knew Lee’s touch was different. Lee wanted to anoint him, bless him, embrace him… Lee’s eyes were wide with excitement, and his hands lingered everywhere they went.
As he approached his loins, Lee pressed his fingers between the boy’s thighs, feeling their warmth and strength. He lifted his hands up, feeling the boy’s balls inside his garments. A slight rise in his shorts appears as he continued to fondle him. Edwards let out a desperate exhale, as if he’d been holding it tight in his chest since Lee first touched him.
Elder Edwards felt his nipples harden, reacting to the pleasant feeling of the older man’s hand on his penis. His breathing became hotter and heavier, anticipating every move it made, hoping it would go further, stay longer, press harder.
“Kneel up,” President Lee whispered, speaking barely loud enough for Edwards to hear. Edwards got on on his knees, feeling a little light headed and dizzy. Something about the slow, soft, sensual way he was being handled made him feel almost like he was floating. His muscular body felt light and airy, and the only time he seemed to be aware of himself was when Lee’s hand touched him.
With his buttocks resting on his ankles, his knees firmly plants, and his chest and shoulders strongly supporting up his torso, he felt the oiled hands of Lee spread over his chest. The broad strokes moved over him, seeming to excite and motivate his vital organs, inspiring his every breath and heart beat.
Lee’s hands travel down the boy’s flat stomach, further stirring up his innards, making him perspirate and pant. His chest feels tight as he tries to hold onto his composure. But as President Lee runs his oiled hand inside the boy’s waistband, under his garments, and places his slick fingers around the boy’s cock, Edwards let out a breath of air, releasing the tension in the muscles, and yielding his arousal to the older man’s delicate grip…
Elder Edwards sat in the temple with his head held high. He couldn’t think of a time he was more proud. He’d workso hard and surprised himself of all that he was capable of. Not only was he being ordained into the Order, but he felt truly blessed to be in the fraternity of such esteemed men as President Ballard.
The older man entered the room, his face beaming and smiling through his salt and pepper beard. He seemed to share in Edward’s pride, elated that he had the honor of bringing him into the their secret society. Elder Edwards was truly and exceptional inductee, not just in his stunning appearance and athletic body, but he had a truly regal way about him that Ballard knew the Brethren prized greatly.
As soon as he was within arm’s reach, Ballard lifted the boy up from his seated position, bringing him eye to eye. The boy’s clear, blue eyes were like pools of sapphires against his snow white skin.
His perfectly groomed, dark hair and eyebrows framed them perfectly, like fine pieces of art, formed from precious jewels.
Ballard had seen the boy come up through his initiation was couldn’t believe how lucky he was to see him there on his final ritual.
He turned the boy around, facing away from him, resting his back against his frontside. He carefully removed the boy’s jacket and tie, pulling at his fine clothing unravelling his religious attire, stripping him down to his garments.
With the boy unburdened by formal wear, his muscular body seemed to flush with excitement and desire. Patches of his flesh turned red, revealing his true feelings for the older man in a beautiful display of crimson and pink. Ballard loved that he could practically read the boy’s mind by the ink blots that appears on his skin. It’s how he knew that this moment was just as special for Edwards as it was for Ballard.
Turning the boy around, facing him, he held the boy close to him, feeling his swelling erection press against his own, He wrapped his hands around the boy’s buttocks tightly, letting them become full of his impressive meat. Very few of the missionaries who’d come through him had such a perfect bubble butt… he could play with it all day long if he could.
Instead, he let his fingers trail up and down the crevasse of the boy’s backside, feeling his pants slide down his hips and hit the floor. Standing in just his perfect, white, sheer garments, Edwards looked as fresh and pure as an angel. His pouty lips seemed to kiss the air with each heavy breath, desperate to taste the man’s flesh, to know once more the delights of sexual satisfaction, and to give in to the most delicious sin.
Ballard lifted up the boy’s shirt, running his hands over his bare chest and nipples. The smooth circles hardened under his fingers, causing the boy’s heart to pound harder and harder. He could feel the beat hasten as his hands slowly moved over his pecs and sternum. He looked down and could see the boy’s erection grow as well.
Edwards could see he wasn’t alone. Ballard’s monster cock poked up in his pants, as evident as if it were completely exposed. He knew he was hung like no one else, and this both made him excited and nervous. He wanted to please him and do all he asked, but the giant, thick penis was always a challenge for his tight, teenage hole.
If ever there was a time he had to prove his dedication, it was now. He took a deep breath and pulled the older man’s pants down, gazing upon the enormous member beneath the president’s garments…