The boy has no will, no desire except what his leader desires. So as President Lewis walks his boy towards the center of the dark room, he is filled with an overwhelming sense of pride but also anxiety. His eyes roll back as Angus heats up his butthole in preparation for the next stage of the ritual. Fishing out his stiff erection, Angus slowly penetrates the missionary’s quivering boy hole. He slides in steadily and begins to stroke, filling Call up with his throbbing rod. As he thrusts, Angus can tell that Lewis is happy to see his boy holding up so well, especially while being impaled by such a girthy penis.