The incredibly sexy older man gave the boy a powerful and meaningful fuck he would not soon forget.Īnd then there was Bishop Gibson, the man for whom Elder Land still pined for. He felt a sense of belonging to President Faust and the Brethren, deferring to them for everything. It seemed simpler and better that they were making decisions for him, and he wanted to make them proud. So much so that he stopped questioning their commands altogether, trusting them to look out for him and love him. And when both Bishop Gibson and President Faust called him to the temple basement, Elder Land went without a moment’s hesitation. “Good boy,” President Faust spoke out, watching Elder Land’s naked body straddle the third peg of the priesthood stretcher. Unlike his previous visit to the dark room, Elder Land was very much in control of this test. The priesthood stretcher was a long bench, studded with bigger and bigger plugs meant for his ass to take inside. At the end sat President Faust, ever the watchful master, monitoring him and guiding him closer to him and bigger in size.Įlder Land’s moved his body in tiny contortions, arching his back and controlling his breathing to let the object find its way inside him. It was hard for him to let each peg move all the way past his sphincter, knowing the feeling of his ring being opened would lessen. “Sit all the way down and stroke you dick,” Faust ordered.Įven with his own pleasures being achieved, that was all it took for Land to bend his knees and plant his firm, round ass on the smooth wood of the bench. Elder Land would have done anything for President Faust.
The salt and pepper bearded man’s eyes were locked on him the entire time, looking at him with a precision and focus that was usually reserved in hunting. Every slight shift in his hips was observed and detailed with his eagle eyes.Įvery breath Land took Faust took note of.