Elder Dalton walked into the temple hastily and nervously, fidgeting with his tie clip to get it to stay straight. He’d been taught his whole life the importance of being neatly groomed and presentable, especially when meeting with the priesthood.
Dalton could not have been a more impressive model of missionary, fitting the look and manner of a disciplined missionary perfectly. Still, his anxiety about falling even momentarily short of the ideals to which he’d been raised coursed through his body, making his fingers slightly shake as he worked to right himself.
Bishop Hart watched as the intense boy made his way into office, carrying the demeanor of a boy never not apologetic for something. He could see he had his work cut out for him, but he was excited for the challenge.
The two men spoke lightly for a while, Hart trying his best to relax the boy. He knew a boy on edge was less likely to admit to his sexual desires, and Hart was determined to see what the boy enjoys. But no matter how much the spoke of P-Day fun and high school experiences, Dalton seemed to never sit at ease.
Hart asked him a few quick questions about sex and temptations, low ball things that most missionarys had no problem answering. To his surprise, even innocent things like kissing and holding hands seemed nerve wracking and foreign to the young boy. Then it hit him: he’s not just a virgin, he’s a true blank slate!
Most missionarys come from strict religious households and are banned from things like pornography and premarital sex, but they all seem to find their way to developing a deep, desperate fantasy life, constantly reinforced by secret masturbation and lingering looks.
Dalton, however, was raised to the extreme. So sinful was sex to him that it seemed he wouldn’t even entertain the idea of an erotic thought. Hart could see his body physically respond to questions about fantasies and urges as if he was being lightly tortured.
Hart was impressed how submissive the young boy was to his upbringing, clingling hard to the strict dogma of his younger lessons. But he knew this boy needed to find his release. He needed to relax, to find his sexuality, and experience first hand the power of sex. And he especially needed that in order to become the sexual servant that Hart could see he might become…
“Have you ever been attracted to men?” Hart asked, watching as Dalton squirmed in his chair. It was an alarming question, one that had never been asked of him. He could barely say “sex,” let alone imagine a same-sex attraction.
“No, sir,” he replied, his words tripping out over his tongue as they rushed to get out.
“Are you will to prove that?”
Elder Dalton looked confused, not sure of what this proof would be.
Bishop Hart stood up and gestured for Dalton to do the same. Dalton rose on his feet, watching as Hart slowly stepped closer, looked him in the eye, and began to reach for the boy’s tie.
Bishop Hart explained that he was going to remove his shirt, but that Dalton would need to do the rest. The young boy obediently did as he was told, still confused about the man’s test but also determined to follow his directions completely.
As he removed his clothes, stripping down to his garments, he felt himself becoming strangely docile. It was like an out of body experience, feeling himself move seemingly separate from his own thoughts and actions.
Standing in front of Bishop Hart in his garments, he knew he’d have to push himself to a place he’d never been before, and as if out of fear, his mind seemed desperate to flee.
Bishop Hart sat him down, placing his hands on his shoulders. He could feel him shaking, trembling like a puppy being brought into a new home.
Hart took the boy’s hands behind his body, tying them together it’s a soft, white rope. Dalton’s breathing intensified, rising to a panicked huff as his wrists tightened together.
Seeing the boy’s anxiety peak, Hart moved around to the boy’s front. He looked at him directly in the eye, placing a deliberately distracting hand on his thigh. His strong hands gently grazed the smooth, soft flesh of Dalton’s leg, feeling his heart beat in his exposed flesh.
“I’m going to test you, Elder Dalton. But you I’ll be safe. You will be okay. But I need you to trust me.”
Not even blinking, Hart maintained eye contact with Dalton until the boy’s eyes locked with his. In the several seconds that they looked at each other, Dalton’s breathing relaxed, his heart calmed, and his shaking stopped.
Hart could see the boy was still scared, but that was okay. A little fear was healthy. But more than anything, he wanted to break the boy of his virgin anxiety and show him fully what his body is capable of.
“Are you aroused?” Hart said, breaking the tension in the air, but possibly making a whole new one.
“No,” Dalton responded, still barely out if his innocent panic, but now firmly aware of the placement of Hart’s hand. Hart moved it up his thigh slowly, feeling more of the boy’s inner groin.
“How about now?”
Dalton paused for a second. It did feel good, and he didn’t want it to stop, but he wasn’t sure if that mean anything particular. Careful not to delay his answer, he abruptly answered, “No.”
Hart could sense things change as he lifted the boy’s shirt. He could see his smooth chest and boyish physique. His nipples were full and reactive—that of a man’s. As he touched them, they became erect, forcing Dalton to shift slightly in his chair. And Hart could see his way in.
“Are you aroused now?”
“No-no…” Dalton replied, stammering to respond, but aware of something new. He was lying. It was a strange thing to be aware of, but for the first time, he was lying. He felt his body awaken in a way it never had and had no idea what to do about it.
Hart could see the rise in Dalton’s short, just a small kick at first as his penis swelled up with its first initial burst of excitement.
Hart knew he had to go slow, not be too hard or too forceful. This was a rare, beautiful gift. He was going to turn this boy into a man, help him find his power, and show him pleasures beyond what his simple, missionary mind could handle.
But first, he’d have to get him out of those garments...