Oliver didn’t come up through the Church like others before him. He wasn’t raised with religion or any sort of moral guidance. By his nature, he’s sweet and charming, but easily corruptible. It just took the peer pressure of school friends and neighborhood kids to steer him down a path of bad behavior. Now, having spent some time as a young man and away from those early influences, he’s found himself hungry for the kind of purpose and calling he never had before.
The Mormon church wasn’t something he expected to find himself inside. He’d always seen it as something silly or crazy, always watching the bike riding missionaries dressed in white shirts and ties. He thought some were kind of cute, but knew to steer clear. That is, until they came to his door.
The missionaries seemed ...[Read more]Oliver didn’t come up through the Church like others before him. He wasn’t raised with religion or any sort of moral guidance. By his nature, he’s sweet and charming, but easily corruptible. It just took the peer pressure of school friends and neighborhood kids to steer him down a path of bad behavior. Now, having spent some time as a young man and away from those early influences, he’s found himself hungry for the kind of purpose and calling he never had before.
The Mormon church wasn’t something he expected to find himself inside. He’d always seen it as something silly or crazy, always watching the bike riding missionaries dressed in white shirts and ties. He thought some were kind of cute, but knew to steer clear. That is, until they came to his door.
The missionaries seemed so happy and friendly. They seemed to have no doubt or fear. And, they had each other. Oliver couldn’t say there wasn’t some appeal in having a community to belong to. And while his feelings towards other men were becoming more apparent, he was not ready to drape himself in a rainbow flag and head down the local boy bar.
It seems strange, but the Church seemed like a good option. He was greeted so positively, he lost all sense of apprehension. He wanted to belong so badly. He would do whatever it took.
Meeting with Master Legrand was intimidating. The older man stood at least a foot taller than him, dressed in all white from his shoes to his jacket and tie. He had a reddish-brown scruffy beard and hair with piercing light eyes. His tone was very direct and serious. Oliver found him incredibly handsome, even wondering what he looked like under his fine clothes.
But as much as his curiosity was piqued, he knew this was a solemn occasion. He wasn’t there to fool around or check out guys: he was there to make a commitment. To better himself and cleanse himself of the sins of his past. He wanted a fresh start, and Master Legrand promised that to him.
The older man told him that obedience was important and that Oliver was to follow what Master Legrand said without any hesitation. It was a sign of respect and acceptance of his initiation. Oliver was so used to doing things his way, but he knew he wasn’t the best at making his own decisions.
It seemed somewhat regressive and uncomfortable, but he would do it, no matter what. Even when Master Legrand told him to remove all his clothes, he did so. Afterall, he was a Master, right? He could trust him.
Master Legrand then proceeded to put a kind of smock over him that covered his front and back. It was some kind of ceremonial thing that Oliver had never seen before. The sides were open, but his dick and ass were covered… slightly.
The older man began to perform a kind of cleansing ritual, rubbing water and oils over his body, reciting words as he went along. It was so bizarre, but felt very purposeful. Not wanting to seem in any way disrespectful, Oliver stood tall, feeling the older man’s hands go over his face, neck, and body.
Oliver had only ever felt another guy touch him once, when he was very young fooling around with friends, but it was never genuine sexual activity. Oliver felt himself getting excited, and he focused all his energy on trying to keep down his arousal. He barely noticed when the Master’s hands lingered on his buttocks, so concentrated on his genitals.
When Master Legrand actually began to fondle Oliver’s nuts and shaft, he thought all would be lost and he’d show a prominent erection right then and there! Luckily, it seemed as though the tall Master didn’t notice anything and moved on about the ritual.
Oliver was presented a pair of special underwear and told to put them on. It was a little weird, but he knew that meant he was a part of the Church now! He belonged! He had a place. And he wasn’t going to give that up.
With that in his head, things got complicated when Master Legrand began asking about his sexual desires. The older man sat him down and seemed very curious about his experiences with other men. If he’d done anything, what he thought about, if he had thoughts. Oliver thought perhaps his arousal was more apparent than he suspected. He felt like he’d done something wrong and was terrified he was about to be sent out.
Oliver assured the older man that he was not attracted to men and had only ever done that youthful indiscretion. Master Legrand stared at him with his serious look, the same look he likely gave other apprentices before delivering bad news. Oliver began to sweat, but he was granted an opportunity to prove himself.
Master Legrand began to tie Oliver’s hands behind the chair in which he was sitting. Oliver didn’t know if this was another kind of ritual, but he patiently waited for the older man to tie the white rope around his wrists. When the Master sat back down, he pulled his chair closer, bringing his long legs in on his own. Master Legrand couldn’t help but practically rest his knee on Oliver’s loins, needing to get close enough to touch him.
The Master placed a hand on Oliver’s chest, feeling his heart beating through his new undergarments. The fabric was sheer, barely acting as a true cover. Master Legrand ran his hand down inside it, feeling the boy’s chest again. Oliver felt more uncomfortable this time. Being bound and restricted, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do anything. He watched as his Master moved with long, slow caresses over his body, feeling his legs and stomach, teasing him and circling around his crotch until he couldn’t take any more.
Suddenly, Oliver felt the tip of his penis begin to lift up the fabric of his underwear, causing them to tent up in the most humiliating fashion. Oliver looked down, terrified. He looked back up at Master Legrand and was surprised to see he was not at all put off. In fact, he seemed to focus his attention on his apprentice’s bulging member.
Moving a hand inside the shorts, Master Legrand started to stroke the boy’s shaft, working it gently between the tips of his fingers, exciting it but denying it the feeling of a full grip. Oliver couldn’t deny that it felt good. He didn’t want it to, but he couldn’t fight his body’s urges. He didn’t know if it was simply the act of the touch that was doing it or if it was because the hand belonged to the handsome and powerful Master Legrand! Either way, he knew he was caught.
Master Legrand didn’t stop, though. He seemed keen on seeing just how aroused this apprentice could get. He began to tease Oliver's nipples, play with his balls, even take a finger to the boy's hole. Oliver had never been touched there before. It was tight and strong, but smooth and fleshy. Master Legrand ran his finger on Oliver’s sphincter in a circular motion, like he was playing with a button.
Oliver felt it tickle a little then begin to slip inside him every so delicately. He wanted to feel more. He wanted to take more. He breathlessly waited for Master Legrand to fully pierce his body and move inside him. He locked eyes with his Master, as if to beg him to push further. He couldn’t bring the words to his tongue, but Master Legrand looked back, recognizing that desperation.
With a slow, gentle push, the tall Master watched as his digit slipped inside Oliver, breaking him apart like he’d never felt before. The boy let out a gasp, in disbelief of what he was experiencing. Master Legrand took his free hand and began to stroke Oliver’s cock, getting him worked up as he fingered his hole.
Oliver began to pant, feeling himself getting close to climax as his prostate was poked. Master Legrand could see Oliver’s reaction, not to mention the pulsing feeling of his heart in the tight ring around his finger. He wanted to see Oliver cum. And he knew this apprentice wasn’t going to leave that chair until he did...
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