Disciplinary Activity - Apprentice Andram - Chapter 4
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Before joining the Order, I I knew nearly nothing about sex. I’d hardly thought about it. Now, I go to sleep at night devising nothing else, excitedly wondering what and who has been lined up for me next,imagining the astounding fresh corporal sensations I’m going to experience.Yesterday, they told me I needed to be disciplined and I was instantaneously heartbroken. I’ve always attempted to behave myself impeccably. In fact, if anything, the schoolteachers have commented on my subjugation and diligence.I was so ...I was so jumpy when I entered the dark room. sir Cox was sitting in a humungous velvet ceremonial stool with sir Fantana standing next to him. My heart instantaneously sank. I’d never wordy to either of them before.The truth is, I’d never been plucky enough to go over and commence a interview because I knew I’d just get all tongue-tied. They’re so handsome, suave and debonair. I’ve jacked myself super-naughty thinking about them on many, many occasions. And yet, the first time I get to interact with them, I’m in deep trouble.Cox told me to come in and I stood in front of him quaking like a leaf. He told sir Fantana to unclothe me, which sensed just about as abjecting as anything could have felt. He was quite matter-of-fact about things, which just made it a whole heap worse.He took my truss off quite promptly and simply tossed it to the ground. I was confused. We are trained to be mindful of the clothes we wear. Our trousers and tee-shirts must always be pressed, and on the occasions when I’ve undressed in front of schoolteachers before, I’ve always been encouraged to fold my clothes neatly. Yet there he was just throwing it on the dusty floor.I attempted not to view at Fantana. I knew if I stared into those killer eyes for more than a second, I’d just commence reddening and my punishment would no doubt be more severe. It was rock-hard not to be excited, however, and I could sense my dick stiffening in my pants.Fantana knelt in front of me to eliminate my shoes, carefully undoing the laces in an nearly subservient way. It amazed me at that point that sir Cox was definitely the top in the room. There must be some sort of hierarchy, even among the masters, which means that Fantana still has to conform his seniors. And, of course, the more I thought about Fantana, possibly complying men like sir Cox, the stiffer my dick got. By the time he’d pulled my trousers down, I was rock-hard as a rock.He stood behind me, allowing his large, male palms to knead up and down my soon-tingling body. If this was punishment, I’d take it every day of the week!He used lubricates from a iron dispenser. They reeked truly churchy and were cold enough to make me wince when he started to spray them all over my chest. I liked the delight of Fantana rubbing the lubricates into my skin. His palms slipped speedily all over my figure and made the hairs on the back of my neck go all tingly. But the pleasure was short-lived.Cox ordered Fantana to expose the stretcher, and, moments later, he pulled a good dark-hued cloth away from a long, low table. Because it was so dark in the room, it took a moment for my eyes to concentrate on what was affixed to the table, but when I realized what was happening, my started to run cold…The table was facialed in what can only be described as penis-shaped objects. They were affixed to the surface and pointing upwards and I instantaneously understood the nature of my punishment. Cox described them as “pegs”, and he told me to get ready the smallest one by rubbing lubricates into it. I knew I’d be hoped to sit down on it, so I used as much lube as I could spray into my hand.I lowered myself onto it as leisurely as possible. It made me choke but it was not un-pleasurable. What made me more nervous, however, was the line of pegs of enhancing sizes opening up out in front of me. And, of course, Cox promptly told me to get ready the second, which I dutifully did. It took a tiny more getting used to. My figure instantaneously bankrupt into a cold sweat and I sensed shivery all of a sudden.Unsurprisingly, Cox wasn’t done. He loved observing me. That much was obvious from the way that he was rubbing his hard-on thru the taut fabric of his gray suit pants. At his behest, I moved onto the third peg and then the fourth. Both seemed nearly unlikely to begin with, but sir Fantana was tasked with assisting me, which he did by applying stress to my shoulders and nearly callously shoving me down onto the pegs until they were deep inwards me.As I railed them, I imagined Cox and Fantana taking turns to use my figure to pleasure themselves. I stared defiantly, hetero at Cox, willing him to be thrilled by me, desperate for him to want me.He asked me to get ready the fifth peg and my heart nearly stopped. It was very large. It was nearly unlikely to imagine it inwards me and I instantaneously embarked to panic. I told him I didn’t think I could do it and he told me we were going to find out.Fantana was shoving real rock-hard on my shoulders, but it just wouldn’t go in. Cox told me to keep trying but I thought it was going to rip me in half. It was agonizing. He told me if I couldn’t do it I would be punished, but I knew it was impossible, so I stood up, ashamed, bracing myself for whatever was coming next.He gestured to a higher table in one of the darkened corners of the room. Fantana pulled back another giant, dark-hued sheet and revealed an intricate wooden altar, upholstered with crimson leather which I was told to arch over. I tensed up, hoping to be caned or belted at any moment.I could hear sir Cox behind me, calming his truss and unzipping his t-shirt before undoing his belt and tearing off his trousers and undergarments. I could sense him running his dick over my backside cheeks, but in my heart, I knew he was going to use his belt on me…I was shocked beyond words, however, when I sensed his huge dick penetrating me. It was the most killer delight - nearly exactly the right size and girth for my twitching, stretched-out hole. He sank deep into me and it nearly sensed like my backside was drinking him - insatiably deepthroating him into me. I’d dreamed of this moment and I desired him to take me real hard… and fellow did he give it to me!Fantana climbed onto the altar and pulled my head up, so that I was to view at him as Cox banged the air out of my body. We locked eyes and a bolt of thrilling excitement abruptly surged thru my body. I desired Fantana as much as I desired Cox. Maybe even more. He restricted my chin with one of his huge palms and kneaded the bulge in his trousers with the other. I desired him. I desired him more than I’ve desired anything or anyone in my life before.My hole was abruptly widely opened and I could tell sir Cox was ready to blow. Seconds later, I sensed his jizz flying into me. I could sense his dick contracting and bulbous as he squirted. It sensed utterly exciting, but my eye was already on the other prize. I knew sir Fantana was getting ready to go after him in.As Cox pulled out, Fantana moved behind me. He told me to turn around so that he could view into my eyes as he romped me. He dropped his pants, but I was excited because he kept his t-shirt and truss on. He looked so sexy.He flipped his truss over his shoulder and sank his dick into me. My head nearly gushed with profound pleasure. We were consummating the view which had transferred inbetween us like electrical play flying out of a pylon in a storm. He took his t-shirt off as he started to grind. I was a tiny disappointed until I spotted the ripped, adonis-like, muscular torso underneath.He stared into my eyes, driving his dick into me, leisurely at first, then quicker and deeper, slipping around in the residue of sir Cox’ watery cum. While Fantana romped me, Cox smooched me and shovel his dick into my mouth. I could taste my backside and his jizz, and my entire figure started to jiggle with obscene anticipation…
Before joining the Order, I I knew nearly nothing about sex. I’d hardly thought about it. Now, I go to sleep at night devising nothing else, excitedly wondering what and who has been lined up for me next,imagining the astounding fresh corporal sensations I’m going to experience.Yesterday, they told me I needed to be disciplined and I was instantaneously heartbroken. I’ve always attempted to behave myself impeccably. In fact, if anything, the schoolteachers have commented on my subjugation and diligence.I was so ...I was so jumpy when I entered the dark room. sir Cox was sitting in a humungous velvet ceremonial stool with sir Fantana standing next to him. My heart instantaneously sank. I’d never wordy to either of them before.The truth is, I’d never been plucky enough to go over and commence a interview because I knew I’d just get all tongue-tied. They’re so handsome, suave and debonair. I’ve jacked myself super-naughty thinking about them on many, many occasions. And yet, the first time I get to interact with them, I’m in deep trouble.Cox told me to come in and I stood in front of him quaking like a leaf. He told sir Fantana to unclothe me, which sensed just about as abjecting as anything could have felt. He was quite matter-of-fact about things, which just made it a whole heap worse.He took my truss off quite promptly and simply tossed it to the ground. I was confused. We are trained to be mindful of the clothes we wear. Our trousers and tee-shirts must always be pressed, and on the occasions when I’ve undressed in front of schoolteachers before, I’ve always been encouraged to fold my clothes neatly. Yet there he was just throwing it on the dusty floor.I attempted not to view at Fantana. I knew if I stared into those killer eyes for more than a second, I’d just commence reddening and my punishment would no doubt be more severe. It was rock-hard not to be excited, however, and I could sense my dick stiffening in my pants.Fantana knelt in front of me to eliminate my shoes, carefully undoing the laces in an nearly subservient way. It amazed me at that point that sir Cox was definitely the top in the room. There must be some sort of hierarchy, even among the masters, which means that Fantana still has to conform his seniors. And, of course, the more I thought about Fantana, possibly complying men like sir Cox, the stiffer my dick got. By the time he’d pulled my trousers down, I was rock-hard as a rock.He stood behind me, allowing his large, male palms to knead up and down my soon-tingling body. If this was punishment, I’d take it every day of the week!He used lubricates from a iron dispenser. They reeked truly churchy and were cold enough to make me wince when he started to spray them all over my chest. I liked the delight of Fantana rubbing the lubricates into my skin. His palms slipped speedily all over my figure and made the hairs on the back of my neck go all tingly. But the pleasure was short-lived.Cox ordered Fantana to expose the stretcher, and, moments later, he pulled a good dark-hued cloth away from a long, low table. Because it was so dark in the room, it took a moment for my eyes to concentrate on what was affixed to the table, but when I realized what was happening, my started to run cold…The table was facialed in what can only be described as penis-shaped objects. They were affixed to the surface and pointing upwards and I instantaneously understood the nature of my punishment. Cox described them as “pegs”, and he told me to get ready the smallest one by rubbing lubricates into it. I knew I’d be hoped to sit down on it, so I used as much lube as I could spray into my hand.I lowered myself onto it as leisurely as possible. It made me choke but it was not un-pleasurable. What made me more nervous, however, was the line of pegs of enhancing sizes opening up out in front of me. And, of course, Cox promptly told me to get ready the second, which I dutifully did. It took a tiny more getting used to. My figure instantaneously bankrupt into a cold sweat and I sensed shivery all of a sudden.Unsurprisingly, Cox wasn’t done. He loved observing me. That much was obvious from the way that he was rubbing his hard-on thru the taut fabric of his gray suit pants. At his behest, I moved onto the third peg and then the fourth. Both seemed nearly unlikely to begin with, but sir Fantana was tasked with assisting me, which he did by applying stress to my shoulders and nearly callously shoving me down onto the pegs until they were deep inwards me.As I railed them, I imagined Cox and Fantana taking turns to use my figure to pleasure themselves. I stared defiantly, hetero at Cox, willing him to be thrilled by me, desperate for him to want me.He asked me to get ready the fifth peg and my heart nearly stopped. It was very large. It was nearly unlikely to imagine it inwards me and I instantaneously embarked to panic. I told him I didn’t think I could do it and he told me we were going to find out.Fantana was shoving real rock-hard on my shoulders, but it just wouldn’t go in. Cox told me to keep trying but I thought it was going to rip me in half. It was agonizing. He told me if I couldn’t do it I would be punished, but I knew it was impossible, so I stood up, ashamed, bracing myself for whatever was coming next.He gestured to a higher table in one of the darkened corners of the room. Fantana pulled back another giant, dark-hued sheet and revealed an intricate wooden altar, upholstered with crimson leather which I was told to arch over. I tensed up, hoping to be caned or belted at any moment.I could hear sir Cox behind me, calming his truss and unzipping his t-shirt before undoing his belt and tearing off his trousers and undergarments. I could sense him running his dick over my backside cheeks, but in my heart, I knew he was going to use his belt on me…I was shocked beyond words, however, when I sensed his huge dick penetrating me. It was the most killer delight - nearly exactly the right size and girth for my twitching, stretched-out hole. He sank deep into me and it nearly sensed like my backside was drinking him - insatiably deepthroating him into me. I’d dreamed of this moment and I desired him to take me real hard… and fellow did he give it to me!Fantana climbed onto the altar and pulled my head up, so that I was to view at him as Cox banged the air out of my body. We locked eyes and a bolt of thrilling excitement abruptly surged thru my body. I desired Fantana as much as I desired Cox. Maybe even more. He restricted my chin with one of his huge palms and kneaded the bulge in his trousers with the other. I desired him. I desired him more than I’ve desired anything or anyone in my life before.My hole was abruptly widely opened and I could tell sir Cox was ready to blow. Seconds later, I sensed his jizz flying into me. I could sense his dick contracting and bulbous as he squirted. It sensed utterly exciting, but my eye was already on the other prize. I knew sir Fantana was getting ready to go after him in.As Cox pulled out, Fantana moved behind me. He told me to turn around so that he could view into my eyes as he romped me. He dropped his pants, but I was excited because he kept his t-shirt and truss on. He looked so sexy.He flipped his truss over his shoulder and sank his dick into me. My head nearly gushed with profound pleasure. We were consummating the view which had transferred inbetween us like electrical play flying out of a pylon in a storm. He took his t-shirt off as he started to grind. I was a tiny disappointed until I spotted the ripped, adonis-like, muscular torso underneath.He stared into my eyes, driving his dick into me, leisurely at first, then quicker and deeper, slipping around in the residue of sir Cox’ watery cum. While Fantana romped me, Cox smooched me and shovel his dick into my mouth. I could taste my backside and his jizz, and my entire figure started to jiggle with obscene anticipation…
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