Old Milky Disciplinary Activity
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After being pulled through the veil, Older milky is led down a brief cavern to the Celestial Room. A group of men are already inside waiting, milking their unveiled hard-ons. Like him, the only garb they are clad in is the robe. But before Older milky has any time to entirely take in the site, President Nelsons hand is on his shoulder, escorting him out of the room. Now you have seen a glimpse of the truth. But there is more you must do before you are worthy to entirely love priesthood sex, and the blessings of the Priesthood Order. Older milky is lead back to the dressing Guest bedroom and is taught to get dressed. Now in his missionary attire, he is led to a dark, ebony Guest bedroom in the temple basement. The only furniture in the Guest bedroom is a crimson velvet stool with a high back, sort of like the ones he had seen the general authorities sit in during each General Conference. President Nelson trains him to stand next to the stool and wait. As he waits for who knows what, Older milky is afraid but also intrigued. Whatever The Order has in mind for him, hes decided to prove that hes an subjugated boy. He is made to wait for what seems to be an unreasonably lengthy time, almost as if they want to test his determination, but he stands at attention, even tho' his gams ache and he wants to sit down. When President Oaks eventually comes in the room, Older milky is instantly attracted to him. He promptly scans the mans killer face, which is set in a stern frown, and sights at his big, mighty hands. But he doesnt say a word. President Oaks sits down in the big stool and begins abusing the boy. Older milky lets the stranger de-robe him, even tho' he commences to sense self conscious standing there in front of the entirely clad man, dollar bare and sprouting an erection. But he attempts to view calm, and when the man orders him to lie face down throughout his knees, the dude obeys. With his arse in the air, the dude perceives downright vulnerable. But he waits quietly. President Oaks takes his time massaging and fondling the men sensitized backside. The dude attempts not to make a sound, but as the President teases his rosy slot with soft nudging and prodding motions, he extracts involuntary whimpers. Even when the man smacks his arse hard, he doesnt move or sob out. Its the most unusual thing, but he finds himself wanting to be there. Not wanting Oaks to stop. Something about the ache is turning him on. Not the ache exactly, but he cant describe it. All Older milky can think is that he wants to be punished. He wants the man to smack him harder. This is supposed to be purifying, but the pleasure is so electrifying its making his bone badly rigid and weep precum.
After being pulled through the veil, Older milky is led down a brief cavern to the Celestial Room. A group of men are already inside waiting, milking their unveiled hard-ons. Like him, the only garb they are clad in is the robe. But before Older milky has any time to entirely take in the site, President Nelsons hand is on his shoulder, escorting him out of the room. Now you have seen a glimpse of the truth. But there is more you must do before you are worthy to entirely love priesthood sex, and the blessings of the Priesthood Order. Older milky is lead back to the dressing Guest bedroom and is taught to get dressed. Now in his missionary attire, he is led to a dark, ebony Guest bedroom in the temple basement. The only furniture in the Guest bedroom is a crimson velvet stool with a high back, sort of like the ones he had seen the general authorities sit in during each General Conference. President Nelson trains him to stand next to the stool and wait. As he waits for who knows what, Older milky is afraid but also intrigued. Whatever The Order has in mind for him, hes decided to prove that hes an subjugated boy. He is made to wait for what seems to be an unreasonably lengthy time, almost as if they want to test his determination, but he stands at attention, even tho' his gams ache and he wants to sit down. When President Oaks eventually comes in the room, Older milky is instantly attracted to him. He promptly scans the mans killer face, which is set in a stern frown, and sights at his big, mighty hands. But he doesnt say a word. President Oaks sits down in the big stool and begins abusing the boy. Older milky lets the stranger de-robe him, even tho' he commences to sense self conscious standing there in front of the entirely clad man, dollar bare and sprouting an erection. But he attempts to view calm, and when the man orders him to lie face down throughout his knees, the dude obeys. With his arse in the air, the dude perceives downright vulnerable. But he waits quietly. President Oaks takes his time massaging and fondling the men sensitized backside. The dude attempts not to make a sound, but as the President teases his rosy slot with soft nudging and prodding motions, he extracts involuntary whimpers. Even when the man smacks his arse hard, he doesnt move or sob out. Its the most unusual thing, but he finds himself wanting to be there. Not wanting Oaks to stop. Something about the ache is turning him on. Not the ache exactly, but he cant describe it. All Older milky can think is that he wants to be punished. He wants the man to smack him harder. This is supposed to be purifying, but the pleasure is so electrifying its making his bone badly rigid and weep precum.
Added: 2024-01-18 • Views: 3 • Duration: 18:07