Bishop Gibson: The Covenant
Bishop Gibson had seen many boys come through the Order. He enjoyed the feel and taste of their flesh, having brought manythrough to their ordination. He served the Order well over the years, having come into its ranks as a leader and purveyor of the horny missionaries, but he always felt he was missing out. Whenever he was fucking one of the missionaries, he could see a look in their eyes that could almost be his own. He knew well their hunger and longing to be dominated, to be controlled, to be taken passionately by a handsome older man. Very few even knew how to articulate the thoughts their were having, naive to the ways of sex and power. For Gibson, his experience cursed him with an awareness that he could never trade places with them--to be that boy receiving the cock and seed of a truly powerful man. His mission was typical and sexless, the experience most men his age would have gone through… never knowing what was possible through the Order. The Brethren were aware of the bishop’s desires, having spoken with him many times. President Faust, especially, had been most keenly aware of this inner feeling, often providing the strong, authoritative stepfather-figure fuck he so desperately required. It satisfied him, no doubt, but Faust knew he would never achieve his full potential only serving as a leader in the Order. It was decided that a special consideration would be made for him. Gibson, being of devout spirit, would be granted the opportunity to be formally brought into the Order… as one of the boys. It wasn’t something that was often done, given the wide array of young, virgin missionaries they delighted in bringing in. But Gibson had proven himself time and again... and now he would be rewarded. Bishop Hart was charged with initiating his colleague, having performed the sacred ceremony many times. Hart was eager to see his stepbrother in title submit to him, having admired his handsome face, blonde beard, and sexy, furry body. Inside the temple, Bishop Gibson stood tall in his temple shield, naked save for this one seamless piece of cloth. Bishop Hart began the ritual, anointing his body from head to toe. The white room seemed to glow with the excitement that emanated from the bearded bishop. He’d seen this ceremony performed before. He’d even performed it himself. But now, he stood receiving the touches and words from his colleague. He tried to contain his joy, remaining as still and sober minded as possible. Bishop Hart didn’t make it easy, however, as his hands passed over his bare flesh, awakening his loins. Bishop Hart felt his heart racing as he passed oiled fingers over Gibson’s chest. The soft, golden hairs that sprouted from his skin caught the slick liquid and shone brilliantly in the bright room. Similarly, he could see the crystal blue eyes of Gibson practically sparkle with satisfaction. Bishop Gibson wanted this--wanted him--more than he ever imagined. The eagerness was intoxicating, and brought out Hart’s dominant side. He could see his colleague’s genitals become full and rise beneath his shield, simply by the mere touch and suggestion of his authority. Hart couldn’t wait to see how responded to his hard, thick cock inside him… to see the look in his eye when he took his load for the first time...
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