Pasty Elder Campbell gets ass-fucked in a fairly creepy scene

EElder Campbell had fantasized about Bishop Hart for so long, he’d become a powerful and commanding force in his life well before they’d ever had sex. Campbell’s efforts to hide his sexuality were completely undone the moment the older man touched his genitals, forcing him into a state of arousal that proved his submission.Now that the two had made their sacred covenant, Elder Campbell knew this bond was cemented even further. In some way that he couldn’t even fully articulate, he knew that he belonged to the bishop. He’d always had to obey him and do as he said, but now there was something more. Something settled. Something permanent.The boy wrestled to grasp what it fully meant, but his naive adolescent mind could hardly make sense of it. And the Brethren knew that he was not really to understand it either. Their guidance, however, was clear: do as he says, no matter what.This came to be tested when Bishop Hart brought the young man to the temple, presenting him before the priesthood stretcher. The stretcher was a long bench, studded in increasingly sized knobs that were firmly secured to the surface. The purpose of which? Well, no missionary quite knew until it was too late to retreat.President Lee sat in a big, red chair, looking more like a king’s throne than a simple piece of furniture.The muscular man sat broad in its frame, filling it out and exuding power and authority. Campbell looked at him with great respect, remembering their time together during his initiation. The very sight of him made his pink hole clench, thinking about how it felt to take his cock deep into his body.The priests looked at each other solemnly before Lee broke the silence.“Bishop Hart…” he began, indicating some direction to the boy’s keeper. President Lee looked on as Hart moved toward Campbell.Bishop Hart grabbed Elder Campbell by the buckle of his belt so hard it nearly gave him whiplash. The boy’s body shot through the air and stopped short of Hart’s body. The abrupt move surprised him, causing him to lose his breath for a moment as his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.Instantly, Hart was pulling at his clothing, tugging his tie hard to remove it. Elder Campbell stood as still and tall as possible, trying not to show weakness in front of the powerful men. But Bishop Hart’s handling of him was rough and quick, showing little in the way of gentle courtesy.Is this what it means to be his? Elder Campbell thought to himself. His body jerked and tensed in response to his coerced disrobement, feeling nervous and exposed as his body was soon reduced to his shaking flesh and his sheer undergarments.“Bishop Hart,” President Lee interrupted, “bring the boy here.”Hart, no longer able to tug on a belt, brought his hand down to the boy’s clearly visible erection. He tugged on it through his garments, getting a good grip around it’s girthy shaft. With it firmly in his hand, he led the boy by the root of his member toward his colleague.President Lee looked at the boy, making no expression whatsoever about Bishop Hart’s handling. He knew he could handle him however he saw fit. When he reached out his hand to touch him, he was amused to see the boy’s body flinch just slightly.Lee could be tough when he had to be, but he also knew when to be gentle. His placed a hand on the boy’s chest, running up and down his torso. He moved slowly in an effort to calm the young missionary. What he had planned for him required him to be relaxed and collected.Lee placed a hand in his waist band, feeling around at his penis and testicles. He took them and felt them between his fingers. Elder Campbell wasn’t sure why, but it seemed like he was inspecting them. As if they were fruit he was testing to determine if they were ripe.In the man’s unhindered exploration of his body, President Lee stood up and removed his shirt, giving him a clearer view of his body. His eyes darted around to his freckled skin, landing again and again on his peach colored nipples. He grazed one with his thumb, feeling it respond to his touch.Bishop Hart stepped up behind his boy, feeling his possessive inclinations surface. As President Lee moved in to kiss Elder Campbell, Bishop Hart placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders as if to say, “Do it, but you’re mine.”Sandwiched between the two of them, the young boy’s cock rose to full mast, pushing out toward Lee’s trousers, making it known that he was loving being in the middle of his power leaders.“Let’s proceed,” President Lee said, speaking softly as he lifted his lips from a kiss. Bishop Hart was close enough that he heard this as well, dropping his hands from the boy’s sides and stepping toward stretcher.Elder Campbell removed his shorts, letting his erect cock fall free. Lee and Hart removed the covering of the stretcher bench, revealing to Campbell for the first time what he was expected to do. His eyes went wide as he saw the black, shiny bulbs, standing up and lining a path from where Hart stood to where Lee sat.Bishop Hart took out a bottle of oil and began to glisten each peg with the clear, slick liquid. As his hands moved over the knobs, Elder Campbell became distinctly aware just how wide the older man’s hands opened to wrap around them. Bigger and bigger, Campbell saw what was in store for him, and his heart raced more.Elder Campbell looked to Lee who nodded to him knowingly. The boy moved to the end to where Hart began his work, stepping over the bench and positioning his body over the first peg. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he was going to do it, feeling his body tense up. Just then, Hart’s hands pressed on his shoulders firmly, forcing him to bend at his knees, lowering down on the peg below.When it made contact with his body, Campbell was quick to move slightly to aim it just right on the center of his hole. As a result, the small, black peg pressed against his sphincter and broke through his tightly knotted ass. It went it smoothly, no pain or fuss. He let out a sigh of relief as his cheeks made contact with the bench, glad to have succeeded in his first challenge.The pegs ahead, however, looked like more than he could handle. Bishop Hart fielded requests from Lee who stood and watched, moving Campbell’s heavy balls out of the way to show the president the boy’s penetration, lifting him up and down to make his hole ride the peg to his desire, even holding him down in place to make sure it went as deep as it could.Campbell knew these tests would continue moving forward, and he doubted his body’s capacity to go far. Even though he desperately wanted to please the two men, he was sure he would fail at some point.And then what? What would happen when I can’t take it? What will the make me do?“Proceed to the next one.”Elder Campbell stood up as Bishop Hart once again tugged on his genitals, gripping him by the base of his shaft and balls, pulling him to the next peg. Once again, Hart’s hands pressed on his shoulders, moving him down. The peg made its way inside, but this time, it hit up against a sensitive part of his body.The boy’s prostate was swelling, readying itself to cum from his prolonged erection. Elder Campbell knew he was pushing his limits, but Bishop Hart and President Lee were determined to make him go further and further...