To disobey the Mission President would be even more crazy than to follow along. The real James would never do anything like that, but he also always listened to what adults told him to do, especially powerful members of the church. It seemed like it wasn’t him there, it was someone else. James pictured himself tied up to the chair, getting his dick sucked by his companion, who right now, was laying right beside him. They couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier that day. Then they tucked themselves into their single beds with matching looks of trauma on their faces. They each showered and Seth gargled mouthwash for a long time to get the taste of cum out of his mouth. When the young Mormons arrived back at their apartment that evening, they hadn’t said a word to each other for the whole bike ride back, except for Seth complaining once that the bike seat hurt his tender bum.