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MormonBoyz - Elder Ingles - Disciplinary Action - President Lee

Elder Ingles made his way to the temple nervously, not quite sure if this guy was in trouble. He’d been said somewhat ominously to show up and to do what was asked of him, but this guy couldn’t tell if this was part of what would be expected during his induction or not.

Things started to become greater amount clear when this guy was asked to disrobe down to his raiment in the temple basement, however. He put his garments away, folding em neatly on top of one some other previous to proceeding into a intimate, gothic looking room.

At least, in his mind, it was an other world place. It was black and large, out of much light by which to watch. He was instructed to close his eyes and kneel with his arms behind him. It wasn’t likewise dissimilar from when his hands had been tied previous to by Bishop Hart, solely this time, anything felt different. There wasn’t a warm flood of light, and the surrender of control was total.

And there was no familiar priesthood leader guiding him. All that guy had was an anonymous temple patron guiding him with a cupped hand on his backside.

He was instructed to close his eyes, at which point one more figure came close to him. He felt him wrapping his hands behind his back in some kind of rope. Additionally, this guy placed a blindfold over his eyes.

And then, just as quickly as the stranger appeared, they were gone. Quietly fading into the darksome.

The nervous missionary wasn’t sure if this guy was being punished or tested or what. It had solely been a pair days since he’d drilled Bishop Gibson in the temple showers… smth this chab was sure no one else could have known. But then once more, the Brethren appeared to be to have ways of knowing his each move and thought.

As this guy continued to kneel, trapped in the darkness of the room and his blindfold, this guy heard some footsteps approaching.

They were enormous. Heeled. More like a suit shoe than a boot, but this chab could make out the slow, masculine walk of a chap approaching. And based on the sound, it need to have been anybody important.

The stranger came right up behind him, running his hands over his body, feeling his chest and abdomen over his garment shirt. His hands were warm, meaty, but very well groomed. He wasn’t wearing any cologne of any kind, but Elder Ingles could detect his distinct, natural, masculine fragrance. It was familiar, but this guy couldn’t place who it was!

The groping and touching continued, travelling further down to his genitals, grabbing at his knob. He wasn’t hard, still trying to take in what was happening. But this chab couldn’t deny it felt a little worthwhile. He was being objectified and manhandled, and this chab didn’t even know by who!

The fellow pulled his hands away for a pont of time, sounding like this guy was rolling up his sleeves. Ingles confirmed that when the man’s arms reach back in front of him. He could feel the exposed, broad forearms of the fellow as this guy reached for his shlong one time greater quantity. They were pumped up. Very athletic.

His mind tried to imagine who it could be, thinking lengthy and hard about the studs he’d seen in the temple previous to. His dick got harder as the guy kept grabbing it, working it betwixt his fingers and massaging it into an aroused state.

Once his schlong was fully hard, the masculine stranger stepped aside. Elder Ingles tried to listen hard to where he’d gone and what this chab was doing, but it wasn’t simple. He heard the sound of fabric rustling, but that guy wasn’t sure if it was clothes or not.

His imagination went wild, trying to picture the stylish muscle dad behind him. Imagining him undressing. Trying to picture what he’d look like in his clothes. Under his clothes. Out of his raiment. He felt his 10-pounder start to seep out some pre-cum, fully hard and untouched, hopeless to be stroked and milked. Instead, all this chab could do was expect and be patient.

The solely thing that broke his dream was a hand being placed on his shoulder. It shoved him forward, gently, to position him to bow over. The stranger carefully brought him down, resting him on his chest as his wazoo took to the air. With his legs no longer carrying his fully weight, the guy pulled down his garment shorts, leaving his lower half totally bare

This was different from any feeling Elder Ingles had ever experienced. He was almost in natures garb, his arse and dick out for anyone to watch. And for all this guy knew, there was greater amount than one person around. He felt the air hit his gap, causing it to clench slightly in instinctual reservation.

Then, suddenly, this chab felt a drop of oil hit his aperture. Followed by some other. And then a narrow, steady stream. The slick liquid coated his backdoor, flowing down over his balls, even making it is way down his shaft and onto the head of his wang.

He felt the man’s hands grab his ramrod, wanking him, gripping him even greater amount than previous to, giving him a smack of relief from his aching need to be touched. It appeared to be to make things worse, however. The greater amount the stud worked his shaft, the greater amount this guy needed him to. His body poked closer and closer to an intensity within him. And just then, the man’s hand left his weenie and moved up to his gap, leaving him painfully on edge.

The unknown chap then, massaged the boy’s gap. It was warm, moist, and slippery. If felt incredible, giving Elder Ingles a wonderful amount of fun, but different from what he’d just had. No one had actually touched him there since Bishop Hart, but that guy remembered how valuable it felt to have his aperture worked. He let out a quiet groan as the fingers teased the knot of his backside, wanting to cry out for greater quantity.

Just then, Elder Ingles felt the man’s member cram against him. The ramrod was thicker and larger than this guy anticipated, making his body tense up with nerves. He remembered how it felt to take Hart’s rod, but this guy hadn’t been permeated since. And even then, that guy wasn’t blindfolded and fastened. Not solely could this guy not stop it if this guy wanted to, this guy couldn’t even tell who it was that was about to fuck him!

The stranger rubbed his pecker over the boy’s gap, feeling it’s tightness and nervousness. The gentle massage did a lot to aid comfort Ingles, knowing that the chap wasn’t about to just quickly and painful push his huge erection inside his body.

Elder Ingles took a unfathomable breath, relaxed, and felt his body open up to acquire the man’s piece. Sensing that subtle change, the built stranger shoved his pecker inside very, very not fast, allowing Ingles’ sphincter time to adjust and make room for the foreign invader.

With that, Elder Ingles’ previous groans grew louder, as if the permeating wang was shoving out of him greater amount volume than that guy anticipated. The deeper it went, the greater amount this guy appeared to be unable to hold in his sounds of fun. And in advance of that guy knew it, this guy felt the hanging balls of the chap fucking him, crammed hard against his arse. He had him. Every inch of him. And it turned him on greater amount than this guy could make no doubt of. If merely that guy knew who that guy was!

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MormonBoyz - Elder Ingles - Disciplinary Action - President Lee

MormonBoyz - Elder Ingles - Disciplinary Action - President Lee

MormonBoyz - Elder Ingles - Disciplinary Action - President Lee

MormonBoyz - Elder Ingles - Disciplinary Action - President Lee

MormonBoyz - Elder Ingles - Disciplinary Action - President Lee

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MormonBoyz - Elder Ingles - Disciplinary Action - President Lee