A gay adult story: Gay Mormon BDSM Training – Part 5 by hotcocoa ,
A young Mormon boy leaves for mission work, but finds himself getting taken advantage of by a powerful man.
James fidgeted nervously with his fingers as the car rolled down the streets of Manhattan. His eyes darted around, looking anywhere but over at Victor. This torture went on for what felt like hours, until finally Victor broke the silence.“So.” he said, making James jump in his seat. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
James took a breath.
“I’m sorry I was late, I just-”
“Stop.” said Victor. “I don’t like excuses.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” James finally looked up at Victor with pleading, puppy dog eyes. The Mission President’s eyes were steely as usual. He was probably immune to the naive charm of little boys by now, thought James.
“Was your mission companion… fondling you in the park just now?”
James looked down at his lap, back at his fidgeting fingers.
“Y-yes.” he choked.
“And you allowed this to happen, knowing full well that anyone could have seen you?”
James’ breathing started getting shallower, his mouth was so dry. In his nervousness he missed the crack of a cheeky smile that formed on the lips of the Mission President.
“I did, sir.” said James and he looked down, defeated.
Victor paused for a moment. “You know, Elder, there are a lot of sickos and crazies in this big city. Someone could very easily take advantage of a sweet, young, boy like you.”
As he said those words, Victor’s leather gloved hand found its way onto James’ thigh, and started stroking up and down. James found himself spreading his legs apart automatically. Victor leaned over to whisper in his ear; James could feel his hot breath hit his neck, and he found himself getting turned on again today.
“We wouldn’t want that to happen… Now would we.” He breathed, just as his hand rubbed over the crease on James’ leg, right beside his cock.
Suddenly, Victor smacked his thigh, hard.
“Ah!” cried James.
“So you like it when people watch, do you? You like being a little slut in front of everyone?”
“I-I just-”
“No excuses!” said Victor sharply. “Roll down the window boy.”
“Yes, sir.” James leaned over to roll down the window, outside of the car people were just going about their business like any other day.
As he was leaned over, Victor pulled down his pants in one quick motion.
“You do exactly as I say or I will punish you even harder… Ah, what’s this?” said Victor in an intrigued tone.
James forgot that he was wearing his jockstrap that day, he was in such a hurry to leave after his spectacular shower with Seth this morning. God, that felt like ages ago.
Victor looked down at James’ bare ass. “You know this isn’t the regulation Mormon uniform. I’m going to have to punish you for this when we get back to my apartment.”
James was fearful but also super aroused.
“Now,” continued Victor calmly, “stick you head out the window.”
James turned and did as he was told. All of a sudden he felt a strange sensation that made him gasp out in pleasure. He felt a tongue on his asshole. Victor had his head buried in between his soft, fuzzy ass cheeks and was rimming him frantically. It felt unbelievable.
“You want strangers to watch you, boy? That’s what you’re going to get you dirty gay slut.”
James couldn’t help the way he was feeling, he was so turned on. He didn’t care who could see him, and he even started rubbing one of his nipples through his shirt. He opened his eyes to look straight in the face of an old asian couple, frozen in the spot from what they were seeing. The wife quickly snapped a picture with the camera around her neck before they drove away.
Victor’s hot wet tongue and breath toyed with James’ pink hole, making his dick ache to be touched too. But then suddenly, The President stopped his licking.
“We’re here.”
James opened his eyes to see that they were indeed in the parking garage under Victor’s apartment. James didn’t know what to do with himself then, but Victor did. The Mission President slid out of his car door and opened James’ side, grabbing him by the collar. James’ pants were around his ankles and his ass was out of the jockstrap. Victor strode casually while James hopped clumsily through the parking garage.
“Please, can I just pull my pants up?” James whined.
Victor looked furious. He pushed James against a big cement post.
The next thing he knew, Victor lunged at him, grabbed his arms and pinned them over his head. The taller man looked down at the helpless boy for a beat, then tilted his head in to kiss his student hard on the lips. They made out furiously against the concrete, James could feel the whole weight of Victor’s body pressed up against him, chest on chest and dick rubbing against dick. Being helpless like this made James feel so unbelievably horny, and he really got into the idea of people watching him get toyed with. Victor’s light scruff rubbed against his face as their tongues battled hard inside their mouths. Victor started licking and kissing James’ neck, when suddenly he broke the kiss.
“Turn around.” He commanded, with slightly pinker lips.
James blinked at him, missing the feeling of his strong kiss, but did as he was told. He even curved the small of his back up so his ass was perkier for the man.
Behind James’ back Victor unscrewed a smaller spanking cane that he kept inside of his ornamental walking stick.
Victor smacked him hard on the ass.
“AHH!” cried James.
Spank. “You.” Spank. “Will.” Spank. “Not.” Spank. “Play.” Spank. “In.” Spank. “Public.”
James whimpered in pain, his perky white ass had streaks of pink and red across it.
“…unless I instruct you to do so.” finished Victor.
James was hanging onto the big post for dear life, his legs were starting to fail him.
“Now come on boy.” said Victor, grabbing James by his blonde hair. “Enough people have seen your hungry asshole today.”
Victor pulled him into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse suite. He shoved James onto his knees in front of him, and still pulling him by the hair, shoved the boy’s face into his suit-covered crotch, muffling James’ moans.
“I’m going to teach you how to respect this institution if I have to break you, boy.”
James could feel a half boner pressing onto his face though the material, and he knew already that the Mission President had a big dick. He still hadn’t seen Victor in anything but a full suit, but he was hoping he may get to see the rest of his body tonight.
The door dinged and opened up to the penthouse. Victor’s gloved hand was still controlling James by his hair, and he made the boy crawl on the floor into his apartment, ass exposed in the air still.
“You need someone to discipline you boy.” Victor said as he sat down in a leather chair and grabbed James behind his head to look up at him, “You will obey me and learn to respect your superiors. Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” said James, his blue eyes shining.
“Now lick my boot.”
James bent down and started lapping the top of Victor’s expensive leather shoe. He could taste the distinct leather aroma in his mouth and tongue. He secretly loved being told what to do and to be treated like a worthless whore like this. Victor gave him a few smacks on his bare ass that was wiggling up in the air, still sore from the caning he received earlier. Victor grabbed him by the tie and pulled him up off the shoe.