Missionary Boys - Elder Ivy - THE COVENANT

Elder Ivy came to the temple with a sense of pride. It was different than anything he'd felt before. Being a bit of a troublemaker, he'd always had a heightened sense of self, but these days he'd felt a power and strength that wasn't wrapped in ego-he'd earned it. President Oaks had taken him under his wing in a very special way, teaching him about sex and power and how he can give pleasure. It was something he knew that none of the other missionaries were being taught. Not only that, he was good at it. When he was asked to change into his temple robe and crawl on his hands knees, he did so without question. The Order had come to ask so much of him; he knew that holding on to any illusions of dignity or pride was ultimately useless. He had to be selfless in the face of his superiors and not put himself above their demands. As he moved through the tiny chamber, he heard a knocking on the other side of a tiny door that lay ahead of him. Making his way through, he was happy to see President Oaks on the other side. There was nothing Elder Ivy enjoyed more than his time with the sexy president. "Stay down," President Oaks ordered as Ivy continued to crawl on the floor. Ivy obeyed, coming close to the heel of his superior like a well-trained puppy. And as such, it was fitting that Oaks gently pinched him on the nape of his neck, taking control of him and guiding him further into the room. There wasn't much to see. Just a window, the tiny door, a larger one on the other side, and a large, white bed in the center of the room. It was pretty clear where things were headed, and Elder Ivy was ecstatic at the chance to ride Oaks' cock once more. However, he knew that with all things related to the Order, it wasn't going to be as simple as that. He was going to have to earn what was coming to him. President Oaks brought Elder Ivy to the foot of the bed. Ivy kneeled as Oaks sat, the president lifting a foot in suggestion. Ivy took note of the situation and proceeded to remove the shoes of his leader. Beside him was a stone bowl of warm water and a cloth. Understanding what was needed of him, he wet the cloth and washed the feet of President Oaks. The older man looked on, not saying a word. As the boy finished up, President Oaks cracked a smile and said, "Good boy. ...Now stand." Elder Ivy immediately jumped to his feet. President Oaks looked at him, standing tall and erect. It was as if he was still being lead by the neck. Oaks was amused by the level of dominance he had over him. With his authority, he took the opportunity to survey the boy's body, having complete ownership of him. Oaks ran his hands over his flesh, feeling the softness of his skin wrapped around his tight, toned muscles. He lifted up the panels of the temple robe and teased the boy's buttocks and genitals. There was nowhere he didn't let his desire and curiosity take him. And Ivy stood still, giving his body over to his powerful president. President Oaks relished the opportunity to handle his broken-in stallion. It was so rare that such a head-strong boy was so readily at his disposal. An idea crossed his mind and became a fixation of his desire... Bringing out a white phallic instrument, President Oaks lifted up the back panel of Elder Ivy's robe and delicately placed it between his ample ass cheeks. The cool, stiff, soft material pressed against Ivy's hole, barely applying any pressure against it. President Oaks wrapped his body around the boy's waist in order to see the phallus, teasing the boy and testing him. Elder Ivy concentrated on his ass, keeping mindful of the instrument's movements and responding accordingly with his sensitive muscles. President Oaks pushed slightly harder, lightly coaxing the phallus deeper between the cheeks. Elder Ivy knew that penetration was imminent. The boy tensed up as he felt pain begin to rise up. The unlubed dildo was causing a good deal of strain on him and he was not sure what to do. He wanted to please his president. "Spread yourself," President Oaks commanded, sensing the boy's struggle. Ivy took a hand to each of his ass cheeks and opened himself up for more. In doing so, he was amazed at how his hole responded. By seemingly sheer will, the phallus found a path inside him. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as he felt it invade his body. President Oaks handed the instrument over to Ivy, eager to stroke the boy's cock as the young man continued to ready his hole with the instrument. He was amazed at just how receptive he was to it. His own carnal desires were beginning to eclipse his restraint. He was going to need to fuck this boy. And hard. Oaks took the phallus back from the boy and placed it to the side. He told Ivy to get on his knees and Ivy responded obediently. As Ivy got down, he could see the powerful bulge in the man's white pants. He swore, too, he could see a wet spot in the groin from the president's dripping cock. As he unbuttoned and dropped his pants, his hole burned slightly from being well worn. Still, he would do anything if it meant getting that cock in his ass again. Ivy ran his hands up the legs of Oaks' garments to run his fingers along his scrotum. He pressed his face close against his crotch and inhaled deep. He was obsessed with how he smelled and was furiously trying to take him in every way he could. President Oaks' cock was standing at full attention and practically broke out of his garments on its own. Ivy pulled them down, forcing his large daddy dick and full, heavy balls into his mouth, catching his breath as he nearly choked trying to push it deep down his throat. He worshipped him. Ivy couldn't control his lust for Oaks' manhood. It was heaven for him to feel his hot member fill his mouth. President Oaks looked down at the boy servicing his cock, satisfied with his ability and desire to take it. Once his cock was well wetted from the boy's talented mouth, President Oaks leaned back on the bed. Getting his body back fully, he looked into Ivy's eyes and seductively whispered, "Sit on it." "Yes, sir," Ivy replied, moving himself off of his knees and up onto the bed with him. He'd worked hard for this. He'd earned it. He wanted nothing more than to take his cock. As he straddled President Oaks, his warmed up hole gently fell upon the the silver fox's hard, slick cock. In a single motion, he felt him pierce his flesh and slide deep within him. His heart raced as he backed further down on his member. He rocked up and down, riding his cock, each time trying to press it further inside...