Description: Elder Ormonde stood immobilized, feeling President Olsen’s hand squeeze his neck firmly. He could breath fine, but the tallerman’s grip held him in place, keeping him from moving. He felt as his breath expanded his windpipe, slightly feeling the older man’s fingers hold tighter. He breathed heavily from the intense feeling, all the while getting fondled by Olsen’s free hand. The masked president possessed him like he was a toy–and object for him to own and use as he saw fit. He maneuvered his hand inside the boy’s pants, feeling around beneath his belt and garments to Elder Ormonde’s growing erection. He liked hold him in place, keeping him still like prey in a trap. All this of course was for show: Elder Ordmonde wouldn’t have stopped it or run for anything. Having been ordained into the Order, he knows his place well and what’s expected of him when he’s entertaining the higher ups of the Brethren. Complete obedience and an open heart.