Bishop Angus was all too excited to ordain the young Missionary Elder Nelson who had earned the nick-name “Bad Boy Nelson.” The Bishop had been granted permission to perform the ordination and inseminate him with the priesthood.

The bad boy reputation of Elder Nelson wasn’t just because of his tattoos or the fact that he had been in porn before. It was also well known throughout the Mission field that Elder Nelson–the grandson of a General Authority–had been caught in a closet with his pants down.

The thought of spreading the young man’s sweet cheeks apart to slide his tongue into the boy’s tight puckered hole went through the Bishops mind; it seemed the most logical way to get him ready for insertion.

But of course, once the Missionary was naked and sporting a rock hard erection, the Bishop’s mind raced with ideas on what he wanted to do with him, and figured that with his reputation he probably would not have many limits on how far he would go.

Elder Nelson was grateful to finally receive the full priesthood, and enjoyed the process of his ordination. But from the moment he felt the Bishops throbbing cock slide inside him, an image of his stepfather’s erect dick suddenly flashed in his mind.

The Missionary knew that most fathers pass the keys of priesthood authority on to their sons. It was an image that stayed in the Missionary’s mind, an image that made the Elder’s dick really swell and throb, till the raw ache in his now inseminated ass caused him to cum all over himself.

With that, the ordination was complete. And although the Elder couldn’t be sure about what his mother might think, he knew his stepfather and stepgrandfather would be proud of him.