Apprentice Austin Young: Chapter 8 - The Sacrament With Sir Legrand
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My apprenticeship with the spandex hood hasnt always been slick sailing. Ive frequently found myself perceiving bewildered, frustrated, lonely or fully out of my depth. On many occasions, license considered throwing in the towel. But joining the spandex hood proved to be something that was indeed important to me. license put so much in now, I couldnt just leave. Accepting I was attracted to studs went against everything that I was lifted to accept. Here at the hood, Ive been monitored and mentored by very excellent men. studs I became desperate to please and, latterly, studs I became desperate to be with. thru the lengthy months, theyve trained me to accept who I am and embrace my stance in the order of things, understanding my potential while accepting my limitations. Ive been loved, punished, neglected, and revered. No part of my figure has been ignored. Ive been the concentrate of mystical rituals and have expert such carnal sensation that my figure has shaken furiously for days afterwards… There is, however, one private among the highest ranking members of the spandex hood whos always kept his distance. Even after I was fully initiated, Grandmaster Legrand remained fully aloof, slightly acknowledging my presence when we handed in the dark corridors. Despite this, Ive always found him extremely magnetic - nearly as tho we were paramours in a former life. Ive longed for him to share his wisdom with me. Ive longed to obey him. To give myself entirely to him… One day, I was summoned to his spooky, candlelit office. I was told to dress formally in suit and bind and make sure I was cleansed both inwards and out. It took a while for my eyes to become habitual to the dark, but I eventually saw a tall figure standing in the corner of the apartment which I knew was him. On closer inspection, I realized he was dressed in a white, ceremonial mask with some sort of birds beak. I ambled towards him, heart ravaging uneasily in my ears. He all of a sudden reached out and grabbed me fairly roughly, flipping me around before prodding his ring-covered frigs down the front of my pants. Grandmaster Legrand exudes wet power. He owns a mind-boggling concoction of mental and corporal potency which made me perceive extremely helpless. For a start, hes well over a sole taller than me, but there was something about the way that he looked at me that was hypnotic. As his arms ran assertively up and down my body, I realized my whole apprenticeship had been leading me to that moment. My goal in life was to submit myself fully to Grandmaster Legrand. He stood behind me and stripped me fairly quickly sans any sense of seduction. It felt like he was claiming me as a reward and my bone began swelling furiously at the thought. Then he turned me towards him, reached around and shoveled his giant frigs deep into my hole. I tentatively began to caress his bulge, which was bigger than any Ive ever seen. I felt myself pulling down to my knees in some sort of trance before pulling it out of his pants, desperate, not just to blow it, but to get every inch of it deep into my throat. Every time he fumbled me, I found myself choking with anticipation. I needed him to use me. He shoveled me against an ornate, ceremonial table and instantly began to finger me again, prodding one of my gams up so that my fuck-hole was already good and open before using oils and drool to make sure I was wet and as prepped as I could be. I knew I had to relax. It was that or endure torturous pain as he shoveled his ample member into my insanely stressful butt. He lined himself up and I took a deep breath. For a moment he remained still, with the head of his bone prodding against my hole, nearly as tho he were waiting for permission to be admitted inside. Then he began to shovel into me and it was way too much. It indeed was. It felt like a knife was being inserted into my body. I kept quiet, of course. I didnt want to let him - or myself - down, but he perceived it was painful for me, and got me onto my back, saying me to seize hold of my gams so that my fuck-hole was as open as it could be. He stood casually inbetween my legs, still in his t-shirt and pants, and, once again, lined his bone up with my ass. He played with my rigid bone and asked if I was prepped and I knew at that moment that I was. Then I heard myself pleading for him to pummel me. Pleading. And at that moment, I ultimately found myself yielding to him… My bootie spread like a flower and he sank his stunning manhood deep into me and I knew there and then that license ultimately been eased of my boyhood. The sensation was remarkable. It may have felt like he was driving a drain pipe deep into my belly, plundering my sphincter, demolishing me entirely for his pleasure, but I loved it. He upped the tempo and I could hear myself shrieking uncontrollably. His face went fairly red and he began gritting his teeth. I could tell that he was providing it to me as rigid as he could… most likely just to witness if I could take it. I heard him purr something about making me cum. I grabbed my dick, which was as rigid as iron. The moment I fumbled it, I realized the semen was already rising, so I let go again because I didnt want to jizm just yet. I didnt want the ecstatic sensation to end. But it was too late. I let go of my bone but moments afterward the semen began to splatter out of me. It was nearly as tho he was prodding it out of me with his dick. I have never jizm sans caressing myself before. It just kept flying out of me. I was sort of ejaculating and sort of not, so I grabbed my bone again, at which point he began to bellow and grunt and I could perceive his semen gushing into me. It was just crazy. For a split 2nd we both entirely lost control. Then everything went still. I guess we were both attempting to fathom what had happened and why it had been so intense. Then he kissed me, indeed simply, with very tiny emotion, and it was over just like that. Just as soon as it had begun.
My apprenticeship with the spandex hood hasnt always been slick sailing. Ive frequently found myself perceiving bewildered, frustrated, lonely or fully out of my depth. On many occasions, license considered throwing in the towel. But joining the spandex hood proved to be something that was indeed important to me. license put so much in now, I couldnt just leave. Accepting I was attracted to studs went against everything that I was lifted to accept. Here at the hood, Ive been monitored and mentored by very excellent men. studs I became desperate to please and, latterly, studs I became desperate to be with. thru the lengthy months, theyve trained me to accept who I am and embrace my stance in the order of things, understanding my potential while accepting my limitations. Ive been loved, punished, neglected, and revered. No part of my figure has been ignored. Ive been the concentrate of mystical rituals and have expert such carnal sensation that my figure has shaken furiously for days afterwards… There is, however, one private among the highest ranking members of the spandex hood whos always kept his distance. Even after I was fully initiated, Grandmaster Legrand remained fully aloof, slightly acknowledging my presence when we handed in the dark corridors. Despite this, Ive always found him extremely magnetic - nearly as tho we were paramours in a former life. Ive longed for him to share his wisdom with me. Ive longed to obey him. To give myself entirely to him… One day, I was summoned to his spooky, candlelit office. I was told to dress formally in suit and bind and make sure I was cleansed both inwards and out. It took a while for my eyes to become habitual to the dark, but I eventually saw a tall figure standing in the corner of the apartment which I knew was him. On closer inspection, I realized he was dressed in a white, ceremonial mask with some sort of birds beak. I ambled towards him, heart ravaging uneasily in my ears. He all of a sudden reached out and grabbed me fairly roughly, flipping me around before prodding his ring-covered frigs down the front of my pants. Grandmaster Legrand exudes wet power. He owns a mind-boggling concoction of mental and corporal potency which made me perceive extremely helpless. For a start, hes well over a sole taller than me, but there was something about the way that he looked at me that was hypnotic. As his arms ran assertively up and down my body, I realized my whole apprenticeship had been leading me to that moment. My goal in life was to submit myself fully to Grandmaster Legrand. He stood behind me and stripped me fairly quickly sans any sense of seduction. It felt like he was claiming me as a reward and my bone began swelling furiously at the thought. Then he turned me towards him, reached around and shoveled his giant frigs deep into my hole. I tentatively began to caress his bulge, which was bigger than any Ive ever seen. I felt myself pulling down to my knees in some sort of trance before pulling it out of his pants, desperate, not just to blow it, but to get every inch of it deep into my throat. Every time he fumbled me, I found myself choking with anticipation. I needed him to use me. He shoveled me against an ornate, ceremonial table and instantly began to finger me again, prodding one of my gams up so that my fuck-hole was already good and open before using oils and drool to make sure I was wet and as prepped as I could be. I knew I had to relax. It was that or endure torturous pain as he shoveled his ample member into my insanely stressful butt. He lined himself up and I took a deep breath. For a moment he remained still, with the head of his bone prodding against my hole, nearly as tho he were waiting for permission to be admitted inside. Then he began to shovel into me and it was way too much. It indeed was. It felt like a knife was being inserted into my body. I kept quiet, of course. I didnt want to let him - or myself - down, but he perceived it was painful for me, and got me onto my back, saying me to seize hold of my gams so that my fuck-hole was as open as it could be. He stood casually inbetween my legs, still in his t-shirt and pants, and, once again, lined his bone up with my ass. He played with my rigid bone and asked if I was prepped and I knew at that moment that I was. Then I heard myself pleading for him to pummel me. Pleading. And at that moment, I ultimately found myself yielding to him… My bootie spread like a flower and he sank his stunning manhood deep into me and I knew there and then that license ultimately been eased of my boyhood. The sensation was remarkable. It may have felt like he was driving a drain pipe deep into my belly, plundering my sphincter, demolishing me entirely for his pleasure, but I loved it. He upped the tempo and I could hear myself shrieking uncontrollably. His face went fairly red and he began gritting his teeth. I could tell that he was providing it to me as rigid as he could… most likely just to witness if I could take it. I heard him purr something about making me cum. I grabbed my dick, which was as rigid as iron. The moment I fumbled it, I realized the semen was already rising, so I let go again because I didnt want to jizm just yet. I didnt want the ecstatic sensation to end. But it was too late. I let go of my bone but moments afterward the semen began to splatter out of me. It was nearly as tho he was prodding it out of me with his dick. I have never jizm sans caressing myself before. It just kept flying out of me. I was sort of ejaculating and sort of not, so I grabbed my bone again, at which point he began to bellow and grunt and I could perceive his semen gushing into me. It was just crazy. For a split 2nd we both entirely lost control. Then everything went still. I guess we were both attempting to fathom what had happened and why it had been so intense. Then he kissed me, indeed simply, with very tiny emotion, and it was over just like that. Just as soon as it had begun.
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