Elder Zachary: Correlation Meeting

Xavier Ryan

Bishop Gibson followed President Lee into the sacred chamber, eager to see what the older man had to teach him. As a member of the Order, he knew he was fortunate to be surrounded by some of the most powerful and handsome men he’d ever meet. And as such, he wanted to learn all he could. The Brethren liked the idea of mentoring from within, grooming those with promise to hold important positions and take on more authority. This, of course, meant careful instruction, increased engagement, and, where possible, the opportunity to shadow and observe his leaders. And today, Gibson was given such an opportunity. Entering the room, the young man and his newest mentor, President Lee, saw Elder Zachary already waiting for them, undressed down to just his union suit garments. It was no longer unusual for Bishop Gibson to see the young missionaries stripped down. He’d taken many through their induction on his own. But it was always unique and exciting to see another man wield the power of the Order. President Lee was similar to his previous mentor, President Faust, in a lot of ways. Both men possessed a demeanor that seemed unshakeable and confident. Perhaps it was their strong, sturdy, masculine bodies, or it was simply their respective ages giving them the unmistakable mark of wisdom. Either way, Gibson loved seeing these men command the young boys that were called to serve them and hoped one day to be as strong and secure as them. Gibson knew the significance of their meeting. Elder Zachary had impressed President Lee at their last session, and as such Lee wanted to reward his obedience and trust with a special gift: the Second Anointing. Bishop Gibson knew this was a great honor, and even to just assist President Lee meant a huge deal to him personally. He saw the young, curious look in the boy’s face, staring back at them as they entered. In many ways, Gibson envied him. As much as he enjoyed being serviced by the missionaries, he deeply longed to satisfy his fellow leadership as well. President Lee stepped closer to Elder Zachary, pressing his tall, muscular body against the boy’s. Lee looked to Gibson and gave him a sign to join him. Gibson followed behind, feeling completely submissive to Lee. And he was. As his assistant and shadow, he still had authority over Zachary, but Lee commanded him just as powerfully. With his permission, he pressed himself against Elder Zachary, feeling his body against his. He could smell aroma of the boy’s skin mix with Lee’s. It was an intoxicating blend that stuck him suddenly and powerfully. President Lee immediately began kissing Zachary, grabbing at him passionately and intensely, as if tasting his lips was better than anything else he’d ever known. He could feel Zachary yield to him, not just in body, but in heart as well. The man’s touch and force made him weak, unable to resist even if he wanted to. Bishop Gibson felt the boy’s body react. His skin heated up and his genitals swelled beneath his garment. He observed how succinctly and strongly President Lee took ownership of the young missionary. It was like watching a master at work. Without even saying a word, Elder Zachary was his completely. This is what he needed to learn. Seeing Gibson’s eyes widen and his lips swell from arousal, President Lee turned his excited boy around, gifting him to Gibson for a taste. The bishop turned his head to the boy’s, bringing his mouth to meet Zachary’s. The boy kissed him softly, with a breathy exhalation as if he’d just climbed up a set of stairs and was still waiting to catch his breath. On his lips, he could taste some of Lee’s saliva. The idea of it being on this young, eager missionary made him all the more excited, forcing him to return a kiss nearly as passionate as Lee’s. This fervor was short lived, however, as Elder Zachary was gently pulled away from him. President Lee enjoyed seeing Gibson embrace their young protege, but this session wasn’t for him. Not today. The two men brought the young boy to a large, covered table, resembling a massage table but bigger and taller. Bishop Gibson knew this to be the altar required for the boy’s anointing. The two men sat Elder Zachary on the table, stretching out his legs and feet. Bishop Gibson knew this was he cue as he prepared a plate of oils and cloths for the boy’s preparation. As he collected his items from a nearby desk, he watched as President Lee slowly and sensually washed the boy’s feet. He could see in the older man’s face the look of complete adoration. As much power as he had, he loved this boy and saw him as something special. Bishop Gibson tried to stay focused on his task, but he was mesmerized seeing the effect Lee had over Zachary. Zachary, in return, looked at Lee like he was a god, and worshipped him deeply for all he was giving him. As Lee finished his washing, he placed the boy up on the table on all fours, positioning him such that his ass was in the air and his face was pointed toward him. Bishop Gibson, seeing that the washing was done, carefully brought over his tray. His job, now. As President Lee slowly undressed, taking every chance to grab the boy’s face and kiss him, Gibson rolled up his sleeves and poured oil onto his hands, rubbing them to warm up good. Once he’d slicked his palms well enough, he carefully opened the back of the missionary’s presented union suit, revealing the boy’s smooth, supple butt cheeks. He moved his hands over the boy’s ass, feeling his hole clench and release as his oily hands spread over. Over the boy’s bent body, he could see President Lee’s impressive frame become more revealed, stripping off his suspenders and shirt, peeling off his garment shirt, and exposing his smooth, tan, muscular body. It was hard to know where to focus. His hands felt the smooth, tight hole of the boy he was preparing, but he was equally drawn to the powerful man for whom the boy was being prepared. He wanted so badly to drop his hand into his pants, feeling the warm, slick liquid run over his swelling cock, desperate for relief from this arousal. Instead, he stayed committed to his task. President Lee moved to Gibson’s side, reaching to take off the boy’s garments, seeking the bishop’s hand for help. Gibson followed the man’s lead and attentively stripped Elder Zachary down. The boy knelt on the table, fully erect and fully at their disposal. Bishop Gibson took the oil once more in his hand and massaged it over the boy’s body, watching as every gesture and touch made him moan with pleasure. Each sweeping movement over his body seemed to awaken some previously unlocked level of his erotic responsiveness, making him more and more sensitive to their contact. Seeing the boy glisten, completely covered in the sacred, ritual oils, President Lee stepped forward and placed himself in front of Bishop Gibson. The young man then proceeded to oil the muscle stepdaddy’s body as well, preparing him for the ceremony to follow. Gibson’s fingers lingered on every cut and contour of his muscles, wishing he could have more. But again, he remembered, it wasn’t his time. President Lee looked at his assistant and nodded. A slight smile on his face appeared as he saw the bishop’s desire nearly breaking out of his skin. He was proud of him, but his lesson was not over. Bishop Gibson stood aside at the edge of the room, waiting patiently with hands crossed as he watched the ceremony continue. As Lee got up onto the table, stripping off his garment shorts and feeding his girthy cock to the hungry missionary, Bishop Gibson stood and observed. As the boy was placed on his back with his legs spread wide, Bishop Gibson stood and observed. Everything he witnessed made him hotter and nearer to needing to cum, but he stood and observed. And even as President Lee wet his cock and slid it inside Elder Zachary’s tight hole, he stood and observed...

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