Gay Mormon BDSM Training – Part 1 by hotcocoa

A gay adult story: Gay Mormon BDSM Training – Part 1 by hotcocoa ,

A young Mormon boy leaves for mission work, but finds himself getting taken advantage of by a powerful man.
As James Bradley blew out the candles on his 18th birthday cake, he couldn’t help but think about how excited he was to start his mission soon. He was a very devout Mormon boy who had read the Book of Mormon cover to cover, and made sure to keep his status of worthiness to fulfill his mission, including the law of chastity. James barely even touched himself in order to stay pure. “My little baby boy is all grown up!” said James’ mom, snapping pictures of her son on her phone. She rustled her son’s perfectly cropped blonde hair.

“Aww, mom. Stop it.” blushed James, trying to set his hair right again.

“You’re a man now son,” said James’ dad, “and you’ll be starting your mission soon. It was the greatest two years of my life, and I’m sure yours will be just as special.”

The Bradley’s lived in Utah, so James had been able to do his missionary training near his mom and dad’s house. A few days after his birthday, he was scheduled to visit the mission headquarters soon to figure out where he was going to go. James and his dad climbed in the car one sunny Sunday and set out to the church to find out more details.

James nervously took a seat across from the mission president, an older man with a square jaw and thinning hair. Despite a few wrinkles the man still had a twinkle in his eye.

“Are you excited to start your mission soon James?” said the man.

“Oh yes, Mr President!” replied James excitedly, “My dad always talks about how wonderful his mission was.”

“It’s a rite of passage in every young Mormon’s life, and you’ll learn so many things about the world. And speaking of the world, I’m sure you’re anxious to find out where in the world you’ll be going. Let me just check in my documents here…”

He rustled through some papers on his desk and adjusted his eyeglasses to see.

“Ah, here we are, James Bradley. You’ll be spending the next two years in… New York City! Isn’t that wonderful? A lot of Mormons dream of doing their mission there.”

“Wow, New York City.” said James, “I’ve never even been outside of Utah before. What if I get lost?”

The mission president laughed. “Don’t worry boy, you’ll be alright. You leave in two weeks time, here is a folder with all the information you need about your mission. Good luck and make us proud!”

Two weeks flew by as James was preparing everything he needed to do for his mission. He stocked up on the standard Mormon uniform, white short sleeve button ups, black pants and ties, as well as the full body Mormon underwear. James’ mom cried all the way to the airport.

“I’m just worried about him,” she said to her husband, “He’s so young and he’s going to such a big city. I’m going to pray every night for his safety.”

James had his flight ticket and was ready to board, he was supposed to meet up with the chapter president when he arrived in New York. He was very nervous as he had never even been on a plane before.

“I love you with all my heart, son.” said James’ mom as she showered him with kisses.

“I love you too mom.”

“Be good, and write to me every week!”

“I will.”

“I’m proud of you, son.” said James’ dad. “You’re becoming a man.”

James took one last look at his parents before he turned the corner to catch his plane.

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The plane touched down at LaGuardia Airport and James couldn’t help but feel excited about his future. He stepped out into the airport and started getting bumped by people in all directions. He had never seen so many people in one place before. He slowly made his way out of the terminal and noticed a man with black sunglasses holding a sign that said his name.

“I’m James Bradley.” he said to the man.

The man said nothing and turned to walk in the direction of his car. He led James to a sleek black car, put his bags in the trunk, and opened the door for the boy to walk in. James had his eyes glued out the window as they drove through the Manhattan streets. He couldn’t fathom how they built such tall skyscrapers, and everywhere he looked there were people.

Eventually they parked the car underground in one of the skyscrapers. For once, the driver spoke with a thick Russian accent.

“We leave bags in car.”

James nodded, overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

The driver led James to the elevator in the building, swiped a card, and pressed the button for the highest floor. As naive as James was, he still knew that it meant they were going to the Penthouse Suite. The doors opened directly into the apartment.

At first James was too stunned to walk in, but the driver pushed him forward and then let the doors close, leaving James alone in the fancy apartment.

“H-Hello?” he said, taking in the beautiful, modern architecture. It was obvious this person had Romney money.

“Why, hello.” said a man who appeared around the corner. The first thing James noticed was his smile beaning back at him. “I’m the Mission President of the New York City Mormon chapter. You can refer to me as Mister President.”

James was temporarily stunned, then remembered his manners.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mister President.” said James as he extended his hand. The man shook it powerfully. “I’m Elder Bradley.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Elder.”

Up close James was able to take in the man’s features. He looked like an older Ken doll. His salt-and-pepper hair was perfectly coiffed and he had lovely hazel eyes that held an intense stare. He was dressed in an expensive looking white button up shirt and navy pants, and his brown shoes matched his brown belt. It was clear this man took care of himself, and he had a lean, muscular body, despite the fact that he was in his early 40s. His meticulous appearance made James feel even more shy. He had to muster up the courage to speak to the man’s commanding presence.

“Is this your apartment?” the boy stuttered.

“Why yes it is. I like to have a personal touch with my missionaries and have them meet me in my home first. Where are my manners? Come and have a seat, you must be tired from your flight.”

Besides the front entrance, the apartment was more of an open concept loft. The modern kitchen had a big island that divided it up from the living room that was stocked with nice, new furniture.

“Your place is lovely.” sputtered James, eyes wide from all he was seeing.

“Thank you.” said the man as he set a glass of water down for a very thirsty James. The Mission President sat down in the couch across from the boy and held his eyes with that strong, mischevious stare. “Are you excited about being in New York City?”

“Oh yes! I’ve seen it in a lot of movies but never in real life.”

The man laughed. “It’s a great place full of hidden treasures, you just have to open your eyes to see them, Elder.”

James squirmed in his seat and the man smiled at him. Just then they heard someone’s voice calling from the elevator.

“That must be your mission companion.” said the President as he nimbly jumped up from his seat to go fetch the new recruit.

The man returned moments later with another shy looking boy, who was also staring around at the chic loft.

“Elder Bradley, I present your mission companion, Elder Ashford.”

James raised his blue eyes to see the boy that he would be spending the next two years with. Elder Ashford was a tall boy with full lips and dark black hair. He wore it short on the sides and longer on top but it was styled back into a nice wave. The other boy had a mocha complexion, and looked like he was maybe half Latino. He couldn’t have been much more than 19.

The two boys locked eyes, shook hands and introduced each other.

The President invited them both to take a seat on his couch.

“Now boys,” he said, “I know you just met, but you’ll be spending almost every waking minute with each other for the next two years, so I really hope you can get along. I have no doubt that you’ll be very close by the time your mission ends. I hope you have studied your tasks for the mission well?”

“Yes, sir.” said Elder Ashford nervously. He clearly was feeling intimidated by the President’s gaze as well.

“Good. And I hope you both are still virgins?”

The question shocked James, he glanced over at his mission companion.

“Y-yes.” said James, blushing.

“Me too.” stammered Elder Ashford.

“Good.” said the man, with a strange glint in his eye. “It’s very important that you stay pure, but also that you listen to all of the commands I’m going to give you. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” the two boys said together, eyes lowered to the floor.

“Very well. It’s been wonderful to meet you both. We’re going to have our monthly check-ins here at my place, but for now I am very busy. My driver is waiting downstairs to take you to where you will be staying for your time here. Here is my card with all my contact information, but please only contact me for emergencies.”

He handed them each an expensive looking business card and led them back over to the elevator.

“See you again, boys.” he said as the elevator doors shut.

James couldn’t help but feel relief wash over him as he left the President’s presence. He felt hot and flushed under the man’s powerful hazel gaze. But now he was trying to figure out what to say to his mission companion, it felt like there was so much to discuss that he didn’t know where to start. Thankfully, the other boy started.

“My first name is Seth.” said Elder Ashford.

“I’m James.” and the two smiled at each other. “I’m from Utah.”

“Cool!” said Seth, “I’m from Miami.”

“We’re a long ways from home, now. Have you ever been to New York?”

“Not even close.” said the other boy.

Then the elevator doors opened and the Russian diver led them back in the car and dropped them off a short drive away to a tall walk-up.

The boys dragged their suitcases up a few flights of stairs and the silent driver unlocked one of the doors. He opened it and the boys were met with a very different sight from the one at the previous apartment.

“This is your home.” said the driver. “Here are keys. I go now.”

The guys stepped in and looked around. The apartment was tiny. It had one main room which had the kitchen and living room, a bathroom, and one separate bedroom that the boys had to share.