President Lee watched closely as Bishop Hart fucked deep into the small boy. Elder Dalton gave of himself so freely and openly, it was a true thing of beauty to witness. The missionary’s body moved effortlessly through the air as Hart held him in place, bouncing him high up as he pushed his cock in again and again.
All the while, the boy’s breath panted quickly, working hard to keep up with the intense penetration. Lee was amazed just how gracious Elder Dalton was, especially considering how innocent and childlike he’d been just weeks before.
There was something special about him, something pure and genuine… an unmolested soul. He’d only had the chance to fuck him once, but the president felt it even then. Something deserving of admiration and adoration. Something that needed to be protected.
The Second Anointing is not meant for everyone. It’s intended only for the most spiritually and emotionally exceptional. It’s a sacred bond and sealing that carries forward from this life to the next. President Lee knows the significance of this ceremony and is uniquely sensitive to those who are worthy. Elder Dalton seems like the exact boy this was made for, and as such, Lee felt compelled to bring him in. Elder Dalton had no idea what he was walking into. The priest leader greeted him pleasantly in the temple, guiding him to a special ceremony room that glowed with white light. Inside stood a large, cloth-covered altar, pristine white and completely clear.
Dalton remembered hearing stories of temple altars of old where animals were sacrificed. He’d been told that this was a special, sacred act, giving up the body for a higher authority. He remembered this as he was asked to strip down, taking off his proper Mormon attire and stripping down to his garments. He knew he’d be giving something up, but as he looked into President Lee’s beautiful blue eyes, he could think of no authority higher.
In just his garments, Elder Dalton looked even smaller than before. The suit jacket and tie did a lot to make his boyish frame seem more matured than it was. Laid bare, he was so slight and fragile, it seemed he’d bruise with the slight touch.
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