Marcus Ryan and Bishop Angus
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Apprentice Ryan’s dedication to the order was profound. After a lifetime of lessons on conformity and unsighted loyalty, the Masons were able to help him go even farther in his submission. The youthfull dude left his atonement with a renewed perceive of purpose. Not only was he eager to do whatever the strenuous fellows of the secret society asked of him, but he no longer sensed the doubt and fears that had become so burdensome on his path to true service. The lecturers eliminated his clothes, positioned him in a ceremonial robe, and introduced him before a ritualized, white, hanging sheet, telling him to do as he was told no questions asked. Even when a massive, hard, erect pecker slid through a crevasse in the sheet, Ryan did not react. He accepted it sans reservation. And when Grandmaster Felix pushed his mouth down upon it, he graciously parted his lips and took it down. Apprentice Ryan ball-gagged and struggled, but not because of an to sacrifice his jaws for the ceremony. Felix was struck by how much the youthfull dude could take, indulging in the sounds of his choking. Apprentice Ryan sensed his eyes commence to water, but he did not back away. His trust in the Masons was so finish that he would do whatever was required. Flashing his unwavering commitment to their cause, the senior fellows lifted Apprentice Ryan back to his soles and guided him through the veil. Apprentice Ryan sensed weightless as he moved into the next room, a tingling sensation running up his spine and over his head as he witnessed Grandmaster Angus sitting on the end of a large, milky bed. He welcomed the glance of the sumptuous man, but was so resigned to his subordination that he scarcely registered more than a pleasant, respectful smile on his face. Grandmaster Angus taught him to wash him, pointing to a bowl of happy water and a ceremonial cloth beside it on the floor. Apprentice Ryan eliminated the senior man’s socks and shoes, washing his soles down on the ground, deferential toward his master. The weightlessness persisted in his assets as his gestures sensed unusually easy and smooth. Grandmaster Angus could witness the boy’s fluidity, smiling as he realized the completion of the youthfull man’s transformation. He was free. free-for-all of doubt. free-for-all of worry. free-for-all of fear. free-for-all of all the complications of life that lead a youthfull dude to consider his own self-interest and pursuits. Apprentice Ryan was his now. He was a spirit and mind of the Masons, owned to be servant and subservient. And he had no fight whatsoever. Grandmaster Angus stood to liquidate his clothing, giving Ryan more of his strenuous assets to wash. The cool, moist cloth moved over Angus’ broad, unshaved chest, softly catching his dark, salt and pepper torso hair, around his prominent, male nipples, and down to his stomach. Apprentice Ryan paused slightly when his washcloth approached the man’s genitals, now turgid from excitement. Grandmaster Angus was nosey to witness what Ryan would do. The youthfull apprentice looked at his master, as if seeking permission to continue. Angus sneered and nodded. It was clear that the youthfull dude sensed the treating of the senior man’s loins as a privilege, even when tasked with washing it. Fulfillment from service… the sign of true submission. As Ryan concluded his work, Grandmaster Angus embarked his. Eliminating Ryan’s clothes and positioning him on the bed, Grandmaster Angus knew that the prize for such subordination and conformity was a deep, powerful, personal breeding. Grandmaster Angus spread Ryan’s gams apart, giving him a look of his perfect, peachy ass. The youthfull man’s crevasse was on display, cock-squeezing and slick despite the stamina it had to display during their former encounter. Angus pumped out some ceremonial lubricant from a nearby container and leisurely and softly spread it over the youthfull man’s hole. Apprentice Ryan’s ass hole clenched as the stellar liquid faced his hole, feeling it warm as Angus’ beefy, studly frigs spread it over him. Apprentice Ryan sensed a stirring within himself. His assets embarked to take weight and sense more occupied by his mind. His pecker stiffened and he permitted himself to love the pleasure that he received. Grandmaster Angus could witness Apprentice Ryan starting to open up, not just externally but mentally and emotionally as well. That made Angus’s prick leak, thinking about how much this meant to the youthfull man. Before Angus slid his nude prick inwards Ryan’s hole, he arched in and gave his crevasse a kiss. The covenant he was about to make was important, and it was excellent that he was entirely introduce and glutton for it...
Apprentice Ryan’s dedication to the order was profound. After a lifetime of lessons on conformity and unsighted loyalty, the Masons were able to help him go even farther in his submission. The youthfull dude left his atonement with a renewed perceive of purpose. Not only was he eager to do whatever the strenuous fellows of the secret society asked of him, but he no longer sensed the doubt and fears that had become so burdensome on his path to true service. The lecturers eliminated his clothes, positioned him in a ceremonial robe, and introduced him before a ritualized, white, hanging sheet, telling him to do as he was told no questions asked. Even when a massive, hard, erect pecker slid through a crevasse in the sheet, Ryan did not react. He accepted it sans reservation. And when Grandmaster Felix pushed his mouth down upon it, he graciously parted his lips and took it down. Apprentice Ryan ball-gagged and struggled, but not because of an to sacrifice his jaws for the ceremony. Felix was struck by how much the youthfull dude could take, indulging in the sounds of his choking. Apprentice Ryan sensed his eyes commence to water, but he did not back away. His trust in the Masons was so finish that he would do whatever was required. Flashing his unwavering commitment to their cause, the senior fellows lifted Apprentice Ryan back to his soles and guided him through the veil. Apprentice Ryan sensed weightless as he moved into the next room, a tingling sensation running up his spine and over his head as he witnessed Grandmaster Angus sitting on the end of a large, milky bed. He welcomed the glance of the sumptuous man, but was so resigned to his subordination that he scarcely registered more than a pleasant, respectful smile on his face. Grandmaster Angus taught him to wash him, pointing to a bowl of happy water and a ceremonial cloth beside it on the floor. Apprentice Ryan eliminated the senior man’s socks and shoes, washing his soles down on the ground, deferential toward his master. The weightlessness persisted in his assets as his gestures sensed unusually easy and smooth. Grandmaster Angus could witness the boy’s fluidity, smiling as he realized the completion of the youthfull man’s transformation. He was free. free-for-all of doubt. free-for-all of worry. free-for-all of fear. free-for-all of all the complications of life that lead a youthfull dude to consider his own self-interest and pursuits. Apprentice Ryan was his now. He was a spirit and mind of the Masons, owned to be servant and subservient. And he had no fight whatsoever. Grandmaster Angus stood to liquidate his clothing, giving Ryan more of his strenuous assets to wash. The cool, moist cloth moved over Angus’ broad, unshaved chest, softly catching his dark, salt and pepper torso hair, around his prominent, male nipples, and down to his stomach. Apprentice Ryan paused slightly when his washcloth approached the man’s genitals, now turgid from excitement. Grandmaster Angus was nosey to witness what Ryan would do. The youthfull apprentice looked at his master, as if seeking permission to continue. Angus sneered and nodded. It was clear that the youthfull dude sensed the treating of the senior man’s loins as a privilege, even when tasked with washing it. Fulfillment from service… the sign of true submission. As Ryan concluded his work, Grandmaster Angus embarked his. Eliminating Ryan’s clothes and positioning him on the bed, Grandmaster Angus knew that the prize for such subordination and conformity was a deep, powerful, personal breeding. Grandmaster Angus spread Ryan’s gams apart, giving him a look of his perfect, peachy ass. The youthfull man’s crevasse was on display, cock-squeezing and slick despite the stamina it had to display during their former encounter. Angus pumped out some ceremonial lubricant from a nearby container and leisurely and softly spread it over the youthfull man’s hole. Apprentice Ryan’s ass hole clenched as the stellar liquid faced his hole, feeling it warm as Angus’ beefy, studly frigs spread it over him. Apprentice Ryan sensed a stirring within himself. His assets embarked to take weight and sense more occupied by his mind. His pecker stiffened and he permitted himself to love the pleasure that he received. Grandmaster Angus could witness Apprentice Ryan starting to open up, not just externally but mentally and emotionally as well. That made Angus’s prick leak, thinking about how much this meant to the youthfull man. Before Angus slid his nude prick inwards Ryan’s hole, he arched in and gave his crevasse a kiss. The covenant he was about to make was important, and it was excellent that he was entirely introduce and glutton for it...
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