Missionary Boys - Elder Land - THE COVENANT

Despite everything he had experienced so far in his induction, Elder Land was still hopelessly devoted to his fantasies ...about Bishop Gibson. Even after all he'd experienced, the handsome man still had a part of his heart he couldn't deny. Perhaps it was the power he had over him in the early days of his mission-the power that kept him from staying clear of his same sex attractions. Or maybe it was his quiet manner or seductive touch. Either way, he was hooked. So much so that he didn't question it in the slightest when he was told to crawl down a narrow hallway on his hands and knees to a secret room after performing oral sex at the veil of the temple. And there in that secret temple bed chamber, he was met by the softly bearded man. Crawling through a small door in just a loosely tied robe would be humiliating to most, but for Elder Land, it was the price of admission to see the bishop once more. As soon as he was inside the room, he saw his other mentor and teacher, President Faust, standing in the corner. The boy's face flushed slightly, not out of shame or embarrassment, but more out of nervous pressure. He knew he was going to be asked to prove himself in some way, and with the steel-eyed president watching over, he knew he would be embarrassingly aroused the entire time. Bishop Gibson lead him by the neck to the foot of a bed placed in the center of the small room. The bishop sat down, gesturing for Land to stay on his knees on the floor. Beside him was a stone bowl with warm liquid and a terry cloth towel. "Wash my feet, elder," Bishop Gibson said softly. It was the first thing he'd actually spoken in this room, and even though he barely let out a sound, the echo reverberated through the boy, exciting his body. Land looked at President Faust for a just a second, catching his eye in the corner and seeing the man's face staring right back. Immediately he pulled off Bishop Gibson slippers and removed his socks. He washed them one at a time, getting the tops and bottoms. He knew he was being completely submissive and he didn't mind. In fact, he liked it. "Stand up," Gibson ordered, seeing the boy complete his task. Elder Land obeyed and rose to his feet, feeling the fabric of his robe shift on his body. Bishop Gibson moved it from his shoulder, causing the material to fall down and expose his torso. Only a drawstring around the waist kept it up, something that Bishop Gibson was careful to leave in place for now. Gibson slowly ran his hands over the boy's chest, feeling the warmth of his smooth, toned muscles. He also placed a hand under the skirt of his robe, feeling around at his thighs and genitals. Elder Land was becoming more and more used to the idea of another man handling his member. But it never lost its subtle impact. Everything he had been taught and told was instantly undone in the moment his penis was in the hand of someone like Bishop Gibson. As if it were a switch that put him completely and utterly at his mercy. Bishop Gibson licked the boy's stomach, making his shudder with excitement. His tongue ran up his chest, over his nipple, and up to his mouth, ending in a kiss that made him nearly light headed. Seeing the rise in the boy's robe, Gibson pulled at the precarious string and watched as it fell to the floor, revealing his erection and full nakedness. He took the boy's cock into his mouth and sucked it slowly, feeling the boy's erection swell further inside. Elder Land looked over at Faust who remained as still as a statue. He couldn't read anything on his face, but he thought he saw a familiar bulge in his pants. Bishop Gibson removed his clothes, stripping down to his garments, before kneeling down to suck Elder Land harder and faster. The boy stood still, knowing he was still to be of service and not see this moment as him being served. He was an object of pleasure for Gibson, and as such stayed erect in stance as well as in arousal. It wasn't until the bishop led the boy's hand to his own crotch that Land took any action of his own. Feeling the blonde, bearded man's penis in his garments, made him insatiable. Bishop Gibson lied back on the bed, opening his crotch up for the boy to get to work. And following the unspoken direction, Elder Land pulled down the man's garment shorts and freed his member. He took a pause to study and worship the light colored hairs surrounding his thick, pink cock before pushing his face down upon it. His lips wrapped gently around him, tasting him and savouring him. Something about sucking Bishop Gibson made him feel complete. He loved him and wanted him so passionately. He even found himself forgetting himself and losing his disciplined manner. He wasn't just serving anymore, he was feasting. Bishop Gibson watched as the boy made a meal of his meat, feeling a rush of excitement at the idea of being so devotedly worshipped. He knew the power he had over him and it made it all the better. You never feel greater than having your dick sucked by someone who sees you as a god. Gibson removed his garments, stripping down to free his body from the last threads of constraint. His golden haired body pushed Elder Land over the edge, making him desperate for more. The older man could feel it in the way he was being serviced that Elder Land was on the edge of total abandon and needed to be pushed. He leaned back further, getting his legs fully up on the bed, guiding Land to follow him up. He took his wet cock and held it in his hand such that the boy needed no words to tell him what to do next. Elder Land straddled the bearded man's legs and mounted his ass on his throbbing member. His ass was so hot and ready and the penis was so hard and slick that it went in as smoothly as a tongue kissing a mouth. Instantly, the two were one and Elder Land was feeling the intense pleasure of the older man's cock knocking against his sensitive prostate. As he moved up and down, Elder Land bit his lip and closed his eyes, holding onto the bishop's legs for leverage as he fucked himself harder and harder. It was a few minutes later that the boy opened his eyes once more and could see his audience: Bishop Gibson looking up at him, smiling a devilish smile as he admired the boy's enthusiasm. And on the far side of the room, President Faust, not stripped down to his garments, cock out, stroking himself as he watched the boy get impaled on his colleague's member. Elder Land wanted to cum so bad, but he knew this was just the beginning. Bishop Gibson was far from getting all the he wanted from the boy's talented hole...