Obedient Elder Edwards gets his asshole fingered here

Elder Edwards sat with his chest out, shoulders back against the chair, keeping his head held high. He’d been taught his whole life to always stay poised and confident and to present himself with the utmost attention to detail. And even now, as he sweated out President Ballard’s interrogation, he did not falter in those early lessons.Elder Edwards was used to worthiness interviews, discussing with his local bishops and priesthood leaders his past sins, his repentance, and his diligent efforts to avoid them in the future. This time, Ballard seemed singularly focused, something Edwards had not prepared for and didn’t fully know how to respond.“Have you had sexual fantasies of any kind?”“Yes,” Edwards answered with the confidence and strength of a well-trained missionary. He knew to always confirm his short comings and be ready with corrective actions. After all, there was a paradoxical pride to be had in chaste humility.“With men?”“No.” It came out as emphatically as if he were rejecting Satan himself. He barely heard the question before he was able to fire off the appropriate answer.“Really?”“Never.” Edwards continued to dole out the standard line about childhood discretion, little innocent exploration here and there, but holding firm to his rejection of his past sins and his journey toward piety. He could have run for office, he was so well rehearsed.Still, President Ballard was too keen to fall for the lines. Every young missionary was taught well by men like him how to speak with moral conviction. And Ballard could see there was something behind the boy’s clear, blue eyes he was holding on to. Something he was hiding. Something that he shielded with his model-like good looks, perfect posture, and good grooming.“...And what about your companion?”Elder Edward’s face, naturally a pinky pale hue, began to redden around his temples and cheeks.“I’ve told him about this. He seemed interested and understanding, but that was it.”Ballard watched as the boy’s eyes intensified, widening to reveal more of the blue, crystalline pools. The boy’s tie seemed to help exaggerate their color… yet another tool to keep the boy’s appearance distracting and disarming. But not for Ballard. He knew this boy was beautiful, but it was what he keep inside the he was after.“That’s not exactly what I heard,” he continued, shifting the tone in his voice from idling questioning now to one of condemnation. “It’s my understanding that when he came out of the shower, that’s when this occurred. And that you looked at his body. And that you kept looking.”Elder Edward’s face was now a bright red. His rehearsed words escaped him. He felt stripped of his tools, his shields, his guards. He could see Ballard looking at him--through him. He felt his heart race as he tried to think of a response.“I’ll also you again: have you ever had sexual thoughts about men?” “No!” “And would you ever?” “No--never!” Ballard moved himself closer. His chair was a careful distance away, but as he scooted himself to the edge of his seat, his knees brushed against the missionary’s. It was a quick and incidental action, but enough that it made Elder Edwards nervous. He wasn’t sure why, but something about President Ballard made him hot.“Are you willing to prove that you don’t have these feelings?”In a rush to response affirmative and cooperative, Elder Edwards answered, “Absolutely.”He had no idea how he could prove it. After all, how do you prove you don’t feel something?President Ballard stared him in the eye, meeting his gaze with a firm, dominant look.“Stand up… and take you clothes off.”“What?!” Edwards was shocked.