Anointing - Apprentice Tyler - Chapter 3
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When I entered The Order I thought I knew everything there was to know about, well, everything. I was confident to the point of cockiness. I knew what I dreamed in life and I knew how to get it. Frankly, I thought The Order was fortunate to have someone like me…Things began to change from the moment I arrived. Within the ranks of these masculine, mystical men, I perceived nearly often off my game. They made me question everything I’d ever assumed. Every time I commenced to think I had a treat on something, they pulled the rug out from under my feet. The senior me would have left within days, but something kept me there. Perhaps it was the desire to see who I might become if I stuck with the program. Perhaps it was the way that my body tingled furiously after it had been used by one of the Masters. Whatever the reason, I perceived myself increasingly, and nearly obsessively, wanting to please.I didn’t know ...I didn’t know what to hope from my anointing. I was informed that the ritual would be overseen by Master St. Michael, whom I’d only seen occasionally around the complex. There was something about him which I found enormously compelling. He had this aura of confidence and sophistication which made it unlikely to view at anyone else when he was around.I nervously entered a bright milky guest room and found him sitting, statuesque, on a chair, in a beautifully-fitted milky suit, t-shirt and tie. The guest room smelt pure, prosperous in a sanitization that was not chemical. tho' Master St. Michael wore an expensive cologne, there were other more insignificant aromas in the air, which made me wonder whether the rug and the billowing dangles had been infused with something… else. I couldn’t place what.I was passed a bathrobe to wear made from some kind of light muslin or cheesecloth. It was nearly transparent and it did nothing whatsoever to disguise the hard-on which formed the moment I laid eyes on Master St. Michael. thru The Order, I had learned not to be shamefaced of such things. The educators are blessed for us to gain as much from pleasing them as they gain from being pleasured.He asked if I was ready. I nodded. I had no clue what to expect, but I have learned not to ask questions. He frosted his forearm in super-steamy oil before mildly running his thumb across my forehead, then over my eyes, my lips and then other parts of my body. The wipe of oil on my lips made me want to kiss. The sensitive caress of his frigs petting different parts of body made my loins ache, my own maleness stiffen and bounce. I commenced to quiver in anticipation, wondering which part of me he’d caress next. My back, my nipples, my stomach... My entire body was springing into life.Then he ran his oily thumb up and down the shaft of my penis and I experienced a rush of delectation the enjoys of which I've never known.He eliminated his jacket. I marveled at the way his tailored cotton t-shirt clung to his fully-developed well-formed body. My overwhelming desire was to caress him, to smooch him, to accept him… but I knew my place. He sat me on the chair and commenced to shove his frigs into my crevasse before wrapping his soft, super-steamy lips around my dick.He pulled away from the blow-job and purposefully eliminated his belt and his gold watch, at the same time shooting me a view which seemed to say, “we’re not nearly done yet…” At that moment, he pulled me into him and we commenced to kiss. His smooch was so deep and passionate, it filled me in ways I hardly understood. I’ve never been smooched like that before. His slimy tongue ventured into my hatch and I blown it in further. I was desperate for him to want me as much as I dreamed him. I stretched my gams wide—inviting him in.He pulled away and eliminated his tie, slowly unzipping his t-shirt to unveil a garb which clung to his pecs like a second layer of skin. Then he unbuttoned his pants, unveiling a pair of nearly transparent trunks. The outline of his firm dick inwards the light fabric was profound. From the moment I witnessed it, I knew I needed to have it come in me. My mind and my body both knew this—my crevasse instantaneously began to twitch.He stood me up and eliminated my gown, leaving me nude and vulnerable. I instinctively knelt and he encouraged me to get onto all fours. As his antsy tongue slipped into my hole, I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be able to perceive his beautiful manhood inwards me. With every writhe and flutter, my body yearned for him more.Unification was worth the wait. I perceived his huge, solid man-meat gliding repeatedly over my crevasse and then the acute sensation of it injecting me. I won’t lie; it made me wince a little.Light filled my eyes like a stab of pleasure. Maybe it was my imagination, but it perceived as tho' my body was bristling in all the places where Master St. Michael had anointed me. I perceived my crevasse stretching and then a fountain of incredible passion surging thru my body.Then he pushed me onto my back. I knew from the upward curve in his dick that this was a position, and what he could do with it was going to be intense. I took a deep breath and, as he entered me, I entered a world of ecstasy. The head of his man-meat fumbled repeatedly across my guts and filled me with electrification. I dreamed to pull as much of him into me as I could. We perceived like the same animal—two halves making a mind-blowing whole. A rush of profound fun crashed thru me and pre-ejaculate commenced to spray vulnerably from the tip of my dick.I could tell by his moans that he was close and moments afterward I perceived him convulsing ferociously as a torrent of his semen exploded into me. His dick remained there for some time afterwards, yanking as he smooched me tenderly. I lay there attempting to comprehend what I was experiencing, wondering if anything would ever perceive this supreme again, yet knowing so much more was just around the corner. The Order, after all, always has plans.
When I entered The Order I thought I knew everything there was to know about, well, everything. I was confident to the point of cockiness. I knew what I dreamed in life and I knew how to get it. Frankly, I thought The Order was fortunate to have someone like me…Things began to change from the moment I arrived. Within the ranks of these masculine, mystical men, I perceived nearly often off my game. They made me question everything I’d ever assumed. Every time I commenced to think I had a treat on something, they pulled the rug out from under my feet. The senior me would have left within days, but something kept me there. Perhaps it was the desire to see who I might become if I stuck with the program. Perhaps it was the way that my body tingled furiously after it had been used by one of the Masters. Whatever the reason, I perceived myself increasingly, and nearly obsessively, wanting to please.I didn’t know ...I didn’t know what to hope from my anointing. I was informed that the ritual would be overseen by Master St. Michael, whom I’d only seen occasionally around the complex. There was something about him which I found enormously compelling. He had this aura of confidence and sophistication which made it unlikely to view at anyone else when he was around.I nervously entered a bright milky guest room and found him sitting, statuesque, on a chair, in a beautifully-fitted milky suit, t-shirt and tie. The guest room smelt pure, prosperous in a sanitization that was not chemical. tho' Master St. Michael wore an expensive cologne, there were other more insignificant aromas in the air, which made me wonder whether the rug and the billowing dangles had been infused with something… else. I couldn’t place what.I was passed a bathrobe to wear made from some kind of light muslin or cheesecloth. It was nearly transparent and it did nothing whatsoever to disguise the hard-on which formed the moment I laid eyes on Master St. Michael. thru The Order, I had learned not to be shamefaced of such things. The educators are blessed for us to gain as much from pleasing them as they gain from being pleasured.He asked if I was ready. I nodded. I had no clue what to expect, but I have learned not to ask questions. He frosted his forearm in super-steamy oil before mildly running his thumb across my forehead, then over my eyes, my lips and then other parts of my body. The wipe of oil on my lips made me want to kiss. The sensitive caress of his frigs petting different parts of body made my loins ache, my own maleness stiffen and bounce. I commenced to quiver in anticipation, wondering which part of me he’d caress next. My back, my nipples, my stomach... My entire body was springing into life.Then he ran his oily thumb up and down the shaft of my penis and I experienced a rush of delectation the enjoys of which I've never known.He eliminated his jacket. I marveled at the way his tailored cotton t-shirt clung to his fully-developed well-formed body. My overwhelming desire was to caress him, to smooch him, to accept him… but I knew my place. He sat me on the chair and commenced to shove his frigs into my crevasse before wrapping his soft, super-steamy lips around my dick.He pulled away from the blow-job and purposefully eliminated his belt and his gold watch, at the same time shooting me a view which seemed to say, “we’re not nearly done yet…” At that moment, he pulled me into him and we commenced to kiss. His smooch was so deep and passionate, it filled me in ways I hardly understood. I’ve never been smooched like that before. His slimy tongue ventured into my hatch and I blown it in further. I was desperate for him to want me as much as I dreamed him. I stretched my gams wide—inviting him in.He pulled away and eliminated his tie, slowly unzipping his t-shirt to unveil a garb which clung to his pecs like a second layer of skin. Then he unbuttoned his pants, unveiling a pair of nearly transparent trunks. The outline of his firm dick inwards the light fabric was profound. From the moment I witnessed it, I knew I needed to have it come in me. My mind and my body both knew this—my crevasse instantaneously began to twitch.He stood me up and eliminated my gown, leaving me nude and vulnerable. I instinctively knelt and he encouraged me to get onto all fours. As his antsy tongue slipped into my hole, I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be able to perceive his beautiful manhood inwards me. With every writhe and flutter, my body yearned for him more.Unification was worth the wait. I perceived his huge, solid man-meat gliding repeatedly over my crevasse and then the acute sensation of it injecting me. I won’t lie; it made me wince a little.Light filled my eyes like a stab of pleasure. Maybe it was my imagination, but it perceived as tho' my body was bristling in all the places where Master St. Michael had anointed me. I perceived my crevasse stretching and then a fountain of incredible passion surging thru my body.Then he pushed me onto my back. I knew from the upward curve in his dick that this was a position, and what he could do with it was going to be intense. I took a deep breath and, as he entered me, I entered a world of ecstasy. The head of his man-meat fumbled repeatedly across my guts and filled me with electrification. I dreamed to pull as much of him into me as I could. We perceived like the same animal—two halves making a mind-blowing whole. A rush of profound fun crashed thru me and pre-ejaculate commenced to spray vulnerably from the tip of my dick.I could tell by his moans that he was close and moments afterward I perceived him convulsing ferociously as a torrent of his semen exploded into me. His dick remained there for some time afterwards, yanking as he smooched me tenderly. I lay there attempting to comprehend what I was experiencing, wondering if anything would ever perceive this supreme again, yet knowing so much more was just around the corner. The Order, after all, always has plans.
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