Gay Mormon BDSM Training Part 1
“My little baby boy is all grown up!” said James’ mom, snapping pictures of her son on her phone. She rustled her son’s perfectly cropped blonde hair. “Aww, mom. Stop it.” blushed James, trying to set his hair right again. “You’re a man now son,” said James’ dad, “and you’ll be starting your mission soon. It was the greatest two years of my life, and I’m sure yours will be just as special.” The Bradley’s lived in Utah, so James had been able to do his missionary training near his...