Elder Campbell had spent several days thinking of Bishop Hart, fixated on his incredible good looks and powerful presence.
He was becoming more and more distracted, unable to think of anything but the way he’d sexually interrogated him.
It became a vicious cycle of fantasy and repentance, feeling his instincts to stay pure and righteous losing out to his deeper desires. He wanted Bishop Hart to touch him again. To taste him again. And he wanted to taste him back.
He wondered if the test he’d been given was one he could fail, and if the days of not hearing anything or seeing anything gave him the sign that he had. He knew deep down it was wrong what had happened, but he also knew that he wanted to continue and see where this rabbit hole would lead him.
About a week or so after his worthiness interview, Bishop Hart pulled him aside after a church service, telling him cryptically and coldly to meet him in his office. Elder Campbell was stunned. He didn’t know if this was good thing or a bad thing, but he knew he had no choice but to do as the handsome man told him.
Campbell made his way into the office a little while after, having to talk himself down from the panic attack he was feeling coming on. He wanted to see him, but he also knew there was a good chance he was going to get in trouble. After all, he didn’t stop him before. If anything, he might have even asked for it.
Bishop Hart watched the red-faced ginger boy step into his office, practically holding his breath as he sat down in the chair before him. Hart liked seeing this otherwise tall, strapping, handsome young man intimidated by him. It was enough for his mouth to betray his cool demeanor by letting out a slight smirk.
“Elder Campbell, do you know why you’re here?”
“Yes,” the boy replied, answering affirmative to further follow the white rabbit of this experience, unsure of what would come next. All he knew is that he didn’t want it to stop.
“Stand up and disrobe.”
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