Brother Hales – The Covenant – Bareback (2017)

Brother Hales is still relatively new to the Order. After his mission, he attended BYU to become an institute teacher and taught at the Mission Training Center (MTC) to earn a few extra credit hours.

It didn’t take long before he caught the attention of the Brethren serving in the MTC leadership.

He has both the looks and the talent to effectively seduce and dominate other young Mormon boys. Indeed, on more than one occasion, he seduced a young elder when the missionary boy was in his dorm room and the other missionaries were attending a devotional.

Hales had served a mission like nearly all the other Mormon boys in his family’s ward. As a missionary he was focused on keeping out of trouble, following the rules, and doing exactly what his leaders asked of him.

But after his mission, the transition from obedient Mormon missionary who never broke the law of chastity to teacher in the MTC brought out his most repressed desires.

Teaching young, impressionable Mormon boys at the start of their missions meant he was quickly idolized by each of his students. And soon teaching these boys in the classroom wasn’t enough. Every week, one or more boys would turn to him for intimacy, and his urge to dominate their tender, young bodies became uncontrollable.

Eventually the Brethren confronted him about his illicit activities. He was terrified that he would be excommunicated and lose everything that mattered to him.

But that wasn’t what the brethren had in mind for the handsome Brother Hales; his path into the Order would be similar to that of the young missionaries recruited from the mission field. The Brethren who sat on the council of high priests extended a formal calling for Hales to join the Order.

Details of the secret fraternal order were shared with Brother Hales during his disciplinary council. It was during his disciplinary hearing when he learned that he had a choice–an option that allowed him to avoid disfellowshipment and excommunication. Hales gladly accepted the invitation and submitted to the prescribed disciplinary action to atone for his transgressions.

That was just a few years ago, and for the most part his role was one that came naturally. He was naturally an alpha male who loved to dominate young and innocent Mormon boys–and since his mission he was naturally authoritative and driven to get a Mormon boy naked, underneath him, and begging to be fucked.

He even surprised himself from time to time with how quickly he could get a boy stripped and begging to be skewered by his impressively big dick. And there was nothing he loved more than having a boy whimpering underneath him as he pounded the young man as hard as he could.

But being quite young, Hales often found he could relate to the desires of the young missionary initiates. He loved to give up control. During his induction he loved being dominated by the men of the order. Letting go and learning from men with experience was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced.

And now the time had come for Brother Hales to enter into the covenant. So it came as no surprise that he was ready and willing to play the part of submissive and learn from an expert. Lucky for him, President Oaks was more than happy to show him what true power looks like once more.

When Brother Hales arrived at the temple, he was nearly shaking with excited anticipation. The familiar temple patrons asked Hales put on a temple shield. The material was silky and so light it was barely noticeable on his skin. Otherwise, he was completely nude. Repeatedly he had to remind himself that this wasn’t about his pleasure, but about the Brethren’s.

Once undressed and draped in the cloth, he made his way behind the veil through a small passageway to a tiny door no taller than knee-height where he waited. Then, as expected, he heard a knock.

He opened the door and crawled through the small opening on his hands and knees. He knew the Order loved putting missionaries in physically humiliating positions, and perhaps this was his. He moved ahead, through the tiny opening, into the next room.

On the other side, he saw a small, white room containing only a centrally placed bed. Immediately when his body was inside, he saw the friendly face of President Oaks, standing high above him.

President Oaks quickly took a hand to the back of Brother Hales, gripping his muscular neck and collarbone, keeping him low and crawling. He guided his trainee to the end of the bed, watching as his exceptionally toned body moved by his heels. Taking a seat, the sexy president looked into the bewildered blue eyes of his colleague.

“I want you to wash my feet,” Oaks explained, using his most pleasant, friendly tone. Brother Hales looked down and saw the white slippers Oaks wore. And just to the side was a bowl of water with a white cloth placed beside. He proceed with what he had been asked to do, focused on serious on wanting to do it right.

President Oaks had a lot of fondness for Brother Hales, having worked beside him numerous times in the induction of several missionaries. He wasn’t immune to the young man’s stunning good looks and legendary large cock any more than they were. He’d often fantasized what it would have been like to have Brother Hales come to him as an elder. And this was his chance for that opportunity.

As he watched the strikingly handsome blond service him, he became increasingly enticed by his perfect body. Brother Hales was a true adonis, not unlike the sculptures of heroes from ancient Greece–perfectly carved, smooth, and hard as stone.

“Stand up,” President Oaks ordered, eager to explore the masterpiece before him. Hales obeyed, and Oaks began to touch him all over, surveying every curve and line of his flesh. To Hales’ surprise, Oaks fell to his knees, picked up the warm, wet cloth, and took it to his torso, running it along his chiseled abs.

It was an unusual feeling for Brother Hales. His body had been appreciated by many, but here in this room, he felt on display in a strange way. He was at once being worshipped and also completely powerless, standing still and vulnerable at the hands of his president.

President Oaks watched as each touch caused Hales’ body to tense with pleasure. The muscles in his stomach clenched, exaggerating the contours of his abs with each pleasure filled breath.

Then, with a gentle pull, President Oaks made the smallest of gestures toward the precarious tie of Brother Hales’ temple shield, causing it to fall freely to the floor, revealing young man’s large, swelling genitals.

President Oaks oiled his hands with the cannister next to the bowl and ran his glistening fingers over Hales’ naked body. Without showing any restraint, he then grabbed at the man’s huge erection, pushing it into his mouth. He moaned delightfully as it ran across his tongue and filled the back of his mouth, teasing his throat with each movement.

With his other hand, President Oaks tugged gently on Hales’ egg-sized balls. The large baby makers could barely fit together in the palm of his hand, forcing him to juggle them deftly as he continued to orally worship the young man.

President Oaks pulled the cock out of his mouth and stood up, eyeing Hales up and down with a lustful gaze the young man had only seen him give to the missionaries. The president then told him to undress him, which Hales was more than happy to do.

Hales quickly removed all of Oaks’ clothes, peeling off his garments as if he was unwrapping a present. As soon as the his cock was out, the blue eyed brother fell to his knees, taking the salt and pepper leader’s member in his mouth.

Brother Hales has watched many young boys taste the handsome leader’s cock, always curious to know what it tasted like. And know he knew: it tasted like power. True, unquestioned authority and power. Brother Hales admired his superior, wanting to be revered as he was, but also horny as hell to feel him inside.

Presidents Oaks moved to the bed and leaned back, pulling his legs up with him so that he was lying down on the bed. His cock was just barely wet from Hale’s mouth when President Oaks said, “I want you to come ride me.”

Brother Hales followed suit, moving up to the bed and eagerly squatting over the president’s hard cock. His hole was no stranger to a challenge. He took the president’s phallus in his hand and placed it right up to his hot, tight hole. And with a quick, painful lowering of his body, he took the handsome man inside.

President Oaks placed his hands on the tight, round ass of his handsome companion, watching as his heavy balls hung low between his wide-spread legs. With each self-inflicted thrust of Hales bumpy ride, he felt his strong body and large cock slap against his own.

Proud of his colleague and turned on by his vigor, President Oaks looked forward to blasting his thick, white load inside his talented hole…