Elder Zachary couldn’t believe what had happened. As he sat frozen and restrained against the chair, he felt pools of his cum melt on his stomach and drip down his body. All the while, Bishop Hart held the boy’s spent cock in his hand.
It took a moment for Zachary to catch his breath from his orgasm, but just as soon as he did, the realization of all he’d done hit him hard. He didn’t know what to do. He felt scared and trapped. Would he be sent home? Would he be punished?
Bishop Hart stayed strangely calm. Zachary didn’t know what to make of his response, especially considering his fingers were still glistening with his semen.
“It’s okay,” Hart said quietly. “You’re fine.”
Bishop Hart proceeded to grab a washcloth and cleaned his hands, all the while explaining to Elder Zachary the purpose of the test. In doing so, he mentioned the secret fraternal priesthood known as the Order.
This was unlike anything Elder Zachary had ever heard of before, but he was captivated. Perhaps in some part due to the fact that he was bound and naked.
Bishop Hart removed his restraints and continued to describe how the boy could find a place within this sacred organization. He wouldn’t have to worry about being sent home or getting in trouble if he simply did what the priesthood asked of him.
To the naive Elder Zachary, this didn’t sound much different from what was asked of him otherwise, so he agreed to continue.
Bishop Hart handed him a washcloth and a temple shield. He gave a few minutes to clean himself up and then told him to meet him in the adjoining room to be initiated.
Elder Zachary put the shield over his body, still warm and excited from having been touched. It felt good. Really good. But he knew it shouldn’t.