My mission companion heard my aberrant thoughts while I slept. What could be worse than that? Finding out that the president knew about it. I was so ashamed. Being a part of The Order is all I have ever wanted. That is why, when the President gave me a way to cure those deviancies, I took it. I didn’t care what I had to do. I was going to prove my obedience, endurance, and devotion to him, whatever it took. When he asked me to get on my knees, I thought I was going to have to ask for forgiveness, but he had a different plan for me. When I felt him nudging his dick against my lips, I understood what I had to do. I didn’t mind. My body belongs to the brotherhood. I’m going to endure. As much as he wants me to.
