Title: Submissive Elder Land gets ready to cum on his own face - Missionary Boys

Description: Elder Land felt like he was in some sort of dream. The idea that he had Bishop Gibson inside him was enough to make him cum again and again. Unfortunately, the moment of his initiation was far too brief. Nearly as quickly as the handsome man had inseminated him, he was dressed and gone, leaving with Elder Land with just a tingling, wet hole. Days went by and he didn’t see Gibson again. He wondered what the Order wanted from him… if he disappointed them. Was he not good enough for them? For him? It was all so confusing, complicated further by the fact that he still felt deep down that his desires were sinful and wrong. And yet, there was clearly a place for his secret desires among the men of the sacred priesthood order. And his desires were becoming more powerful. At night, Elder Land would feel his flesh tingle and his heart race, thinking of Gibson’s cock back inside him. Occasionally he would even sneak his hand down under the blanket to feel his swelling young cock resulting from those thoughts. The Brethren were delighted to see that Land was giving in to his fantasies--it gave them even more power over him. Having shown a deft hand at bringing the boy to submission and vulnerability before, President Faust was ordered to bring the boy in to discipline him for his past transgressions. Elder Land wasn’t told why he was being brought in, but in his heart he knew he deserved whatever judgement had been passed. Maybe it’s one thing to enjoy being fucked because it’s the older man doing it to him; but it’s another thing to surrender to lustful thoughts. The nervous boy met the handsome president in the basement of the temple. Eyes locked on the boy, the president watched as Land trembled his way into the dark room. Faust walked up close to him, quickly grabbing him by the belt buckle and pulling him close to him. “You will get undressed,” the man said aggressively. It scared Elder Land. He knew he was in for it! The boy undressed hurriedly, trying to do what he was told as fast possible as to avoid any additional aggression. He’d never seen President Faust in this light. He wasn’t just powerful, he was commanding. President Faust sat in a large, red chair as Land undressed, seeing the way his words made the boy quake. “You look nervous,” he said plainly, as if more to correct than to console. His eyes stared into Land’s, seeing them meet his with stunned fear. Pulling him closer to him, he whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Land stood stiff as a board, shielded only by the sheer fabric of his garments as President Faust began to run his hands over his body. The dominant man wasted no time in getting his paws right under the garments and against his skin, feeling his stomach and genitals. President Faust then removed his underwear completely, stripping him of any sense of security and protection. Elder Land could barely breath as the older man’s eyes locked him in place. The cold feel of his wedding band grazed over his naked body, sending a slight chill down his spine. Seeing the boy’s fear, he pulled him down over his lap, pushing his knees between his legs and lifting his pelvis up. The boy’s perfect, smooth ass was presented for him as he placed his hand on top of it. Elder Land looked out into the blackness of the room, unsure of what would happen. Then suddenly, he felt it. Smack! The president’s hand spanked his ass. Not too hard, but just enough that he could feel a slight sting from that wedding ring hitting his flesh. Smack! It came again. Smack! And again. It kept coming faster and faster, over and over, growing in intensity and pain. As it increased, he felt his body jerk with anticipation. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense in wait while he perspired in fear. And then, when he was expecting a rhythmically timed spanking to happen… nothing. And yet, his body moved for the phantom smack. He was confused. Even a little disappointed. But instead, the president’s hand gently caressed his pained cheeks, rubbing them sweetly and delicately. It felt like heaven. Better than he’d ever been touched. It was calming in a way he’d never dreamed. It wasn’t just tender, it was sweeter because it wasn’t a smack! The older man licked his fingers and even teased his hole. “Ready for a paddle boy?” Faust whispered to him. Elder Land wasn’t sure what he’d said, and he didn’t really even respond. He was hypnotized by his touch and the soft caress of his palms not hitting him. Then, the kind hand moved away, breaking it’s perfect union with his body. An eternity passed in a couple seconds while he waited for what would happen. And then, the sound came. Whap! The reverberation through his body was intense it felt like fire. Whap! It came again! Whap! And again. Elder Land looked back and could see a smooth wooden paddle in the president’s hands. With his eyes on it, he could see it coming again. His body tensed, his ass clenching as he saw it come down and make contact. President Faust saw the boy’s eyes and with his free hand, twisted the boy’s neck back away. He didn’t want him to see it coming. The boy’s cheeks got redder and redder. His breathing became harder, but shallower, exhaling with each impact. And then, once again, it stopped. Elder Land held his breath waiting for the next strike. Instead, that soft, smooth hand passed over his searing hot ass. The delicate touch was just enough of a shock to make him breath out, but also so sweet it relaxed his hole body. President Faust wet his finger and ran them over his hole. “This getting you horny boy?” he asked. He could feel the boy’s hole answer for him, pulsing and opening for the man’s wandering digit. Placing the finger in his mouth, President Faust made it incredibly wet and warm. He brought it back down and squeezed it inside him. “Mmm… tight hole, boy.” All Land could do was whimper as it went in. And he wanted more. His whole body was a mess of nerves and fear and excitement. And as grown as he was and as strong as his body was, in that moment, he felt so small that he could fit in the president’s hand. And that’s exactly how President Faust wanted him. This boy was no longer just a young man, he was possession. His possession. His special, beautiful, sexy toy. And he was determined to open him up and see what he was capable off. He pulled his finger out of the boy’s hole, putting it back in his mouth along with another, tasting the sweet flavor of the boy’s fuck hole. With two fingers wet, he brought them back to the mouth of the boy’s ass, placing them nearly as swiftly as when he wet them. Elder Land moaned louder, beyond ecstatic to feel his ass being played with so expertly. Little did he know, President Faust was just warming him up...