Gay Mormon BDSM Training – Part 2 by hotcocoa

A gay adult story: Gay Mormon BDSM Training – Part 2 by hotcocoa

A young Mormon boy leaves for mission work, but finds himself getting taken advantage of by a powerful man.
The next morning James had a hard time looking at his mission companion in the eyes. He was embarrassed about secretly watching Seth jerking himself off the night before. He ended up waking up with massive morning wood, so he slipped out of bed quickly and ran into their tiny shower with a raging hard-on so that his roommate wouldn’t see. He stripped off his full body underwear and his cock sprung out, still standing at attention. He briefly looked at himself in the mirror. He had been skinny all his life but now that he was getting older, he had started working out, and noticed that his lean boyish body was getting a little bit fuller every day.

He turned on the tap of the shower and instantly started stroking his aching cock. To try and stay pure he rarely ever touched himself, but he had to take care of the all-night boner he got from watching his companion jerking his fat dick the night before. James could still picture it very clearly and he found himself getting so turned on by thinking about his companion: his flushed face, his soft moans and his rock-hard cock. The fact that he was masturbating now and Seth was in the next room was so hot to him, it didn’t take long before James pushed himself over the edge and he came so hard in the shower that he even cried out a little.

While lathering his hair in shampoo he finally had time to think about how much of his life had changed in one day. First off, he was miles away from anyone that he knew in one of the biggest cities in the world, and he was paired with a guy that he was sort of feeling attracted to. This could be amazing or it could be terrible, James thought to himself. Either way, for the moment James was just relieved to get rid of his painful blue balls from the night before.

James stepped out of the bathroom in a towel. Seth smiled at him from the kitchen.

“Do you want some coffee?” the brunette boy asked.

James paused. “But we’re not allowed to drink coffee?”

Seth laughed. “I was kidding. Gotchya!”

James laughed too. He was glad he was paired with Seth and not some weird or annoying guy. Looking at him in the morning light, James couldn’t help but notice how attractive Seth was. His dark features perfectly contrasted James’ light ones, he had full lips and his hair was naturally wavy in a way that made it look like he spent hours on it, when really he just woke up that way. Seth had dark, almond eyes and long lashes, and his body looked like a similar build to James’, but slightly more muscular. James had to mentally check his sexy thoughts about his companion, because he knew they were never going to be together anyways, as everything involved in that would be a major sin against Heavenly Father.

They were to start the day by exercising, which they grew to do either in the apartment, or going out for runs around Central Park. Then, after breakfast they were to study the scriptures from the Book of Mormon separately, then discuss what they had read with each other, before going out door to door to preach the gospel and to find new converts.

That morning they both talked about their relationships with God and the church, as well as their relationships back home. Seth was telling James funny stories about his mom and dad, and his kid brother Michael. Turns out James was right about Seth being half Latino, his mom was Columbian but they lived in Miami all his life. The boys had a naturally easy relationship with each other, and both were very devout to the Mormon faith. They never drank or did any drugs, and were in fact both virgins.

The conversation was so smooth that they lost track of time and were almost late to go out on their missionary work. They hopped on some bicycles that were left from the previous missionaries and set off to go door to door. The boys were shocked by how rude New Yorkers were because they had both grown up in very friendly, small communities. One lady even yelled at them for what felt like hours about ‘bothering her in her home’. At the end of the day Seth was pretty upset that they hadn’t even been able to speak to anyone about the Mormon faith.

“Don’t worry, Elder Ashford.” said James, the eternal optimist. “This is just the first day, we still have a long time ahead of us to spread the good word.”

“Thanks, Elder Bradley.” replied Seth with a small smile.

The two biked back to their shared apartment, had some dinner and went to bed early.

The missionary work continued on for about a month before the boys both received an official-looking letter. It was from the Chapter President, whose name they found out in the letter was Victor Adams. President Adams was requesting their presence at his office in the apartment to check in on how the mission was going so far. They were to come by on Sunday afternoon of that week. It was only Wednesday, but James was already nervous about having to see this man again. There was something about him that made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn’t know why. All he knew what that his was going to listen to whatever the President wanted him to do on his mission.

That Sunday, right on time, the boys parked their bikes outside the big apartment complex where Mister Adams lived. They looked at each other nervously before ringing the buzzer. A familiar voice through the speaker said “Yes?”

Seth piped in, clearing his throat. “Elders Ashford and Bradley here to see the Mission President.”

“Ah, yes. Come in.” said the President in a silky tone.

The door buzzed and the boys walked through. They got in the elevator and fixed their ties and hair up in the mirror while they traveled up to the top floor.

James looked at Seth for encouragement, but all Seth could offer was a forced smile. They were both equally intimidated by the powerful man upstairs, but they were glad that they were in this together, as they had grown very close already.

The doors of the elevator opened and they stepped into the massive apartment again. It looked even bigger now that they had seen that most apartments in Manhattan were so tiny. James noticed for the first time that all the walls were in fact windows that overlooked the island with a stunning view.

The President appeared around the corner moments later.

“Hello boys.” he said, smiling that perfect smile. “Come in and have a seat at the bureau. Désolé, I mean the desk. I spent my mission in Paris so sometimes I mix up my languages.”

To James, this man became increasingly more interesting by the moment.

They sat down beside each other opposite from Victor at beautiful wooden desk he kept at the corner of his loft for business purposes. The man looked comfortable sitting across from them and he took out a little recording device from his desk drawer and set it on top of the desk.

“If you don’t mind, I like to record all of our meetings, so that I can properly interview you and write my notes up later.”

He switched the device on.

“Now, tell me how things are going with your mission work.” He leaned forward on the desk, eager to hear what the boys had to say.

James mustered up his courage to speak. “They’re going well. We’ve visited hundreds of people this month, but…” he paused to look at his companion, “so far we haven’t been able to convert anyone.”

“Hmm, I see.” said the President. He seemed disappointed by his tone.

“We’re trying really hard though!” Seth piped in.

“You know, boys,” replied Victor, “My chapter has consistently been one of the most successfully converting chapters in all of the world. Do you know why I’m so successful?”

The boys nervously shook their heads ‘no’.

“I push the boys under me very hard.”

James gulped. He was feeling really hot under Victor’s gaze, and strangely he was feeling a lot of blood rushing between his legs by what the man was saying. The President looked more attractive than the last meeting. This time he was wearing a casual but expensive looking black button-up and slacks, and he looked effortlessly chic but still like a powerful boss. Despite his intensity, Victor’s hair remained perfectly done.

The President continued, “I need you to challenge yourselves, boys. You need to channel all of your energies into spreading the glorious message of Joseph Smith. Are you fully devout to this cause?”

“Yes!” they both answered eagerly. They so wanted to please this man.

“You need to clear your mind of any other thoughts besides those that benefit you in fulfilling your mission. Are there any other thoughts distracting your energies?”

They paused. After a moment, James mumbled a no. Seth said nothing.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing. Boys, we’re all supposed to be open and honest with each other here. I’m here now to be a teacher and a mentor to you both, but this can only happen if you’re willing to tell me the truth and to open up to me. You have to trust me, boys. Seth, what have you been thinking about besides your mission?”

Seth turned bright red. James was just happy the heat was off of him for a moment.

“Out with it, son. What are you thinking about?” said Victor forcefully.

“Sex!” blurted out Seth, and then on his face was instant regret.

The President paused. Seth looked mortified. James was shocked.

“I see,” said the President after a long silence; but he didn’t seem upset, more intrigued. “That’s perfectly natural for a boy your age to have thoughts like that. And you know as well as I do that we Mormons don’t think it’s wrong for you to have sexual urges towards women… or other men.”

James thought it was strange that the President specified the ‘other men’ thing.

He continued, “The only thing that’s sinful is if you act upon those thoughts.”

Seth was staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet the man’s eyes.

“Elder Ashford,” Victor continued, “I want you desperately to focus on your mission, and so I want to create a kind of ‘safe space’ for you to be able to express your urges so that you can get them out of your system. Stand up, Elder.”