1. Gay Mormon BDSM Training - Part 1


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    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. --- 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 ...
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