Title: Horny Elder Farnsworth training his ass for priesthood - Missionary Boys

Description: Elder Farnsworth approached his appointment with President Oaks with a fair degree of trepidation. Having been caught by his companion, Elder Esplin, he was sure that the truth was out and that he could no longer lie about looking at porn on his mission-issued smart phone. He would have to atone in some way, though he was unsure exactly what the Brethren would do. President Oaks was tough with him before, demanding his full submission. He expected that today would be no different. Entering the dark room in the basement of the temple, he saw the handsome president seated next to a table of consecrated oils. He was nervous, but the sight of Oaks always excited him. He was so sexy and powerful that Farnsworth felt his cock swell when their eyes met. “Elder Farnsworth, undress.” The boy did not hesitate and did as he was told, all the while stealing lustful glances at the salt and pepper haired president. He couldn’t get past his desire to get his cock out and pleasure himself. Once he was down to his garments, it must have been evident to President Oaks, too. “I didn’t say ‘touch yourself,’” the stern leader scolded with a half smirk. Farnsworth corrected his action, though his loins ached to be played with. He continued to undress, presenting himself to President Oaks. The handsome man didn’t hold back touching the young man’s soft, smooth flesh, taking his growing cock into his hands. Pulling down the waistband of his garments, Oaks casually teased at the closely trimmed pubes of the young man, feeling the base of his cock stiffen. Seeing his erection completely tent up his underwear, Oaks ordered them to be removed. With Elder Farnsworth’s hard cock and baby smooth balls exposed, all the young man wanted to do was bring his hand to shaft. He was accustomed to feeling his arousal in the palm of his hand. It seemed, however, the only one who was going to handle his cock now was President Oaks himself. Tugging gently at his tender balls, President Oaks slowly and skillfully observed how each touch and tease made the boy react. Farnsworth let out soft moans with each touch, unknowingly guiding Oaks on how best to manipulate his pleasure. Leaning in, the handsome president put the boy’s cock deep in his mouth, taking him back into his throat and stroking his shaft. Farnsworth could hardly handle the hot, wet feeling of the sexy man’s mouth. He stood at attention, trying to simply do as the president asked, but he could not deny the pleasure as his body began to pulse and writhe in satisfaction. “Turn around,” President Oaks ordered. In doing so, the boy displayed his beautiful, soft, bubble butt. Oaks’ eyes focused on the plump fullness, hungry to see his cheeks move. With a quick slap, his hand smacked against his left cheek, seeing a pink mark rise where it had touched. This excited him and with the right cheek he made a matching pair. Farnsworth’s body tensed with each impact. It wasn’t so hard that it hurt, but it was enough to put his body’s attention completely on his backside, anticipating what would come next with slight anxiousness and excitement. “Over my knee,” said President Oaks. His eyes were steel and narrowed, seeming to have a singular focus. Elder Farnsworth bent over the man’s legs, placing his exposed ass in his lap. His cock and balls pressed against the handsome man's leg. President Oaks ran his hands over the soft ass cheeks of the young boy, inspecting the slight marks he’d made. They seemed to have gone down, leading the president to take a new course of action. Pushing Farnsworth’s head down and making sure he couldn’t see, President Oaks retrieved a small, dark, wooden paddle. With one hand on its black handle and another firm on the small of Elder Farnsworth’s back, Oaks ran its cool, smooth surface along his legs and ass, bringing it to rest on his right cheek. Elder Farnsworth knew what was coming, but didn’t know when it would happened or how it would hurt. It may have only been a few seconds before the paddle left his body, but the suspense made it feel like an eternity. However, once it rose up, it came back down with a swift vengeance. Whack! His muscles tensed again as the wood met his flesh. Whack! The muscles continued to tense as the paddle struck him again. Whack! A lingering sting seemed to build up with each continued hit, making his smooth ass feel like it could split. President Oaks could hear the gentle moans and cries from his young submissive, each time echoing the sound of the paddle. He knew his strength and knew he was barely applying pressure. Not only that, he could tell from the rock hard cock against his leg that this boy was loving it. The temple groundskeepers came like clockwork, their garden tools masked the boy's yelps from the outside world. Putting the paddle down, Oaks continued to discipline the young man with his hands, moving from one cheek to the other, feeling the vibrations of his contact spread throughout the boy’s body. He was a gentle and compassionate man, but he couldn’t help but enjoy making red welts on the young boy’s ass. President Oaks’ eyes studied Farnsworth’s cheeks and his power excited his arousal. He could see the boys hole clench with each hit… but he wanted to see it open. Pumping out some of the consecrated oil, President Oaks dripped it slowly along the crack of his bright, pink ass. The slick oil slid it's way to down his hole, pooling up just at the base of his hanging testicles. With a finger, Oaks brought more oil to the boy’s hole, massaging it in, feeling his ass warm up to take the tiniest tip of him inside. Sensing he was ready, the president retrieved yet another tool for the boy to take. A smooth, glass butt plug was brought to the lips of his hole, applying a hard, cold pressure. The heat of Farnsworth’s body warmed it up quickly, making it easier for his hole to accommodate its girth. “That’s right, just relax,” President Oaks said seductively. His voice was gentler than it had been, but now he spoke with a powerful and sexual tone. As he listened to the president’s words, the glass toy moved inside him, filling his body and coming to rest against his sensitive, throbbing prostate....