Masonic Studs - The Sacrament - Apprentice Austin Youthful Chapter 8
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My apprenticeship with the hasn’t always been smooth sailing. I’ve permanently found myself feeling bewildered, frustrated, lonely or entirely out of my depth. On many occasions, I’d considered tossing in the towel. But joining the proved to be something that was really significant to me. I’d put so much in now, I couldn’t just leave. Accepting I was attracted to men went against everything that I was lifted to accept. Here at the , I’ve been monitored and mentored by highly supreme men. Men I became desperate to please and, latterly, men I became desperate to be with. Through the lengthy months, they’ve trained me to accept who I am and embrace my stance in the order of things, understanding my potential while accepting my limitations. I’ve been loved, punished, neglected, and revered. No part of my figure has been ignored. I’ve been the concentrate of mystical rituals and have expert such carnal sensation that my figure has shaken madly for days afterwards... There is, however, one personal among the highest ranking members of the who’s always kept his distance. Even after I was fully initiated, Grandmaster Legrand remained entirely aloof, barely acknowledging my presence when we handed in the dark corridors. Despite this, I’ve always found him immensely magnetic - nearly as tho' we were paramours in a previous life. I’ve longed for him to share his wisdom with me. I’ve longed to obey him. To give myself entirely to him... One day, I was challenged to his spooky, candlelit office. I was told to sundress formally in suit and truss and make sure I was cleansed both inside and out. It took a while for my eyes to become habitual to the dark, but I eventually spotted a tall figure standing in the corner of the guest room which I knew was him. On closer inspection, I realized he was dressed in a white, ceremonial mask with some sort of bird’s beak. I ambled in the direction of him, heart humping uneasily in my ears. He abruptly reached out and grabbed me fairly roughly, rolling me around before shoving his ring-covered thumbs down the front of my pants. Grandmaster Legrand exudes raw power. He possesses a mind-boggling concoction of mental and corporal potency which made me perceive immensely helpless. For a start, he’s 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 aim in life was to submit myself fully to Grandmaster Legrand. He stood behind me and undressed me fairly rapidly without any sense of seduction. It perceived like he was claiming me as a reward and my dick commenced bulge madly at the thought. Then he revved me in the direction of him, reached around and shoveled his giant thumbs deep into my hole. I tentatively commenced to knead his bulge, which was larger than any I’ve ever seen. I perceived myself dropping to my knees in some sort of trance before pulling it out of his pants, desperate, not just to suck it, but to get every inch of it deep into my throat. Every time he caressed me, I found myself gasping with anticipation. I needed him to use me. He shoveled me against an ornate, ceremonial table and immediately commenced to finger me again, shoving one of my gams up so that my smash hole was already good and open before using lubricates and slobber to make sure I was raw and as well-prepped as I could be. I knew I had to relax. It was that or endure excruciating pain as he shoveled his enormous member into my insanely strained butt. He lined himself up and I took a deep breath. For a moment he remained still, with the head of his dick shoving against my hole, nearly as tho' he were waiting for permission to be admitted inside. Then he commenced to push into me and it was way too much. It really was. It perceived like a knife was being plunged into my body. I kept quiet, of course. I didn’t want to let him - or myself - down, but he sensed it was torturous for me, and got me onto my back, saying me to grasp hold of my gams so that my smash hole was as open as it could be. He stood casually inbetween my legs, still in his tee-shirt and pants, and, once again, lined his dick up with my ass. He played with my stiff dick and asked if I was well-prepped and I knew at that moment that I was. Then I heard myself praying for him to smash me. Pleading. And at that moment, I eventually found myself yielding to him... My arse stretched like a flower and he sank his beautiful trunk deep into me and I knew there and then that I’d eventually been relaxed of my boyhood. The sensation was remarkable. It may have perceived like he was driving a drain pipe deep into my belly, plundering my sphincter, destroying me entirely for his pleasure, but I luved it. He upped the rhythm and I could hear myself yelling uncontrollably. His face went fairly crimson and he commenced gritting his teeth. I could tell that he was providing it to me as stiff as he could… very likely just to see if I could take it. I heard him murmur something about making me cum. I grabbed my dick, which was as stiff as iron. The moment I caressed it, I realized the nectar was already rising, so I let go again because I didn’t want to jizz just yet. I didn’t want the enthusiastic sensation to end. But it was too late. I let go of my dick but moments afterwards the nectar commenced to squirt out of me. It was nearly as tho' he was shoving it out of me with his dick. I have never jizz without pawing myself before. It just kept flying out of me. I was sort of climaxing and sort of not, so I grabbed my dick again, at which point he commenced to wail and grunt and I could perceive his nectar erupting 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 smooched me, really simply, with highly tiny emotion, and it was over just like that. Just as briefly as it had begun.
My apprenticeship with the hasn’t always been smooth sailing. I’ve permanently found myself feeling bewildered, frustrated, lonely or entirely out of my depth. On many occasions, I’d considered tossing in the towel. But joining the proved to be something that was really significant to me. I’d put so much in now, I couldn’t just leave. Accepting I was attracted to men went against everything that I was lifted to accept. Here at the , I’ve been monitored and mentored by highly supreme men. Men I became desperate to please and, latterly, men I became desperate to be with. Through the lengthy months, they’ve trained me to accept who I am and embrace my stance in the order of things, understanding my potential while accepting my limitations. I’ve been loved, punished, neglected, and revered. No part of my figure has been ignored. I’ve been the concentrate of mystical rituals and have expert such carnal sensation that my figure has shaken madly for days afterwards... There is, however, one personal among the highest ranking members of the who’s always kept his distance. Even after I was fully initiated, Grandmaster Legrand remained entirely aloof, barely acknowledging my presence when we handed in the dark corridors. Despite this, I’ve always found him immensely magnetic - nearly as tho' we were paramours in a previous life. I’ve longed for him to share his wisdom with me. I’ve longed to obey him. To give myself entirely to him... One day, I was challenged to his spooky, candlelit office. I was told to sundress formally in suit and truss and make sure I was cleansed both inside and out. It took a while for my eyes to become habitual to the dark, but I eventually spotted a tall figure standing in the corner of the guest room which I knew was him. On closer inspection, I realized he was dressed in a white, ceremonial mask with some sort of bird’s beak. I ambled in the direction of him, heart humping uneasily in my ears. He abruptly reached out and grabbed me fairly roughly, rolling me around before shoving his ring-covered thumbs down the front of my pants. Grandmaster Legrand exudes raw power. He possesses a mind-boggling concoction of mental and corporal potency which made me perceive immensely helpless. For a start, he’s 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 aim in life was to submit myself fully to Grandmaster Legrand. He stood behind me and undressed me fairly rapidly without any sense of seduction. It perceived like he was claiming me as a reward and my dick commenced bulge madly at the thought. Then he revved me in the direction of him, reached around and shoveled his giant thumbs deep into my hole. I tentatively commenced to knead his bulge, which was larger than any I’ve ever seen. I perceived myself dropping to my knees in some sort of trance before pulling it out of his pants, desperate, not just to suck it, but to get every inch of it deep into my throat. Every time he caressed me, I found myself gasping with anticipation. I needed him to use me. He shoveled me against an ornate, ceremonial table and immediately commenced to finger me again, shoving one of my gams up so that my smash hole was already good and open before using lubricates and slobber to make sure I was raw and as well-prepped as I could be. I knew I had to relax. It was that or endure excruciating pain as he shoveled his enormous member into my insanely strained butt. He lined himself up and I took a deep breath. For a moment he remained still, with the head of his dick shoving against my hole, nearly as tho' he were waiting for permission to be admitted inside. Then he commenced to push into me and it was way too much. It really was. It perceived like a knife was being plunged into my body. I kept quiet, of course. I didn’t want to let him - or myself - down, but he sensed it was torturous for me, and got me onto my back, saying me to grasp hold of my gams so that my smash hole was as open as it could be. He stood casually inbetween my legs, still in his tee-shirt and pants, and, once again, lined his dick up with my ass. He played with my stiff dick and asked if I was well-prepped and I knew at that moment that I was. Then I heard myself praying for him to smash me. Pleading. And at that moment, I eventually found myself yielding to him... My arse stretched like a flower and he sank his beautiful trunk deep into me and I knew there and then that I’d eventually been relaxed of my boyhood. The sensation was remarkable. It may have perceived like he was driving a drain pipe deep into my belly, plundering my sphincter, destroying me entirely for his pleasure, but I luved it. He upped the rhythm and I could hear myself yelling uncontrollably. His face went fairly crimson and he commenced gritting his teeth. I could tell that he was providing it to me as stiff as he could… very likely just to see if I could take it. I heard him murmur something about making me cum. I grabbed my dick, which was as stiff as iron. The moment I caressed it, I realized the nectar was already rising, so I let go again because I didn’t want to jizz just yet. I didn’t want the enthusiastic sensation to end. But it was too late. I let go of my dick but moments afterwards the nectar commenced to squirt out of me. It was nearly as tho' he was shoving it out of me with his dick. I have never jizz without pawing myself before. It just kept flying out of me. I was sort of climaxing and sort of not, so I grabbed my dick again, at which point he commenced to wail and grunt and I could perceive his nectar erupting 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 smooched me, really simply, with highly tiny emotion, and it was over just like that. Just as briefly as it had begun.
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