Apprentice Ryan Chapter 4 - Atonement
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Apprentice Ryans bod shook like a leaf as he leaned over the bench. He looked at the dark, shining knobs underneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He felt Grandmaster Angus big, unshaved forearms on his threadbare out ass, caressing him and soothing him as he stared down at the objects of his atonement. The first-ever few buttplugs spread him out fine, with only a modest amount of fight before he found himself satiated with his own capability. But the last 2 did him in, opening up him beyond what he could handle, leaving him a shaking, weakened wreck. He tried to muster up the intensity to continue, but alas, he had to bow out, leaving the final and biggest speculum unconquered. As a result, Grandmaster Angus had to give him his punishment. Ryan didnt know what was coming. He knew the leaders had unusual methods of keeping initiates in line, but he was fortunate to have had to practice them all. As he awaited his fate, he took the time to catch his breath, steeling himself Angus plans, even permitting himself to find sensation in the soft touches to his ass. Ryan felt a torrid tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his fatigued insides. He pulled out soft moans, appreciative for the tender rubdown and relaxation. He dreamed to view back, but he was told to keep his eyes forward and his forearms on the bench, locking himself in place for what was to come. His ears were careful to pick up on the sound of clothes rustling and falling behind him. Grandmaster Angus was leisurely eliminating his tee-shirt and pants, unclothing down to just his underwear as Apprentice Ryan served his orders. The youthful stud didnt know how much farther he would go, but abruptly and sans warning, he felt something slip into his burning molten hole. At first, Ryan dreaded it was another plug, aimed at splitting him apart and making him suffer. Instead, it was the familiar, smooth, girthy member of Grandmaster Angus. The naked manstick glided inwards him with a single thrust, not hesitating or stopping. Apprentice Ryan was well heated up enough to treat the elder mans member, his fuckhole liberate enough to breed but still taut enough to grip. Instinctively, the youthful stud clenched down on Angus cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the load he carried in his hairy, stringing up nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became habitual to the fucking, he found his manstick starting to harden and seep out a stable explosion of precum. It dripped down onto the dark wood bench, pooling up and streaking as his bod rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his forearms around Ryans neck, holding him in place with a hard capture sans gagging him. Though, as Angus breeding shoves enhanced in tempo and intensity, the burly mans capture occasionally tightened, giving Ryan a thrilling feeling of obedience and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the masters that in the temple, his bod was not his own. It belonged to the boys of the Order to use as the pleased. Never more than in that moment did that sentiment ring true. Ryan felt himself a passenger in his flesh, his consciousness simply an occupant of the vessel that Bishop Angus managed and owned. He belonged to him, juggling on the end of his manstick with his neck in a vice grip, feeling his insides shift to make room for the pulsating member of the elder man. Bishop Angus felt himself approaching climax. As he did, he wrung Ryans neck a tiny tighter. The enlivenment was enough to send dumps of strength to his loins, causing a chain reaction that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, white jizz sprung from his cock, packing up the apprentices fuckhole as he struggled to linger upright and still. Ryan breathed deep, feeling the white load swirling in his guts, stirred up by Angus declining erection, moving deeper in his body. Ryan couldnt believe he could take it after all hed endured, but he was proud of himself for holding out until the end..
Apprentice Ryans bod shook like a leaf as he leaned over the bench. He looked at the dark, shining knobs underneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He felt Grandmaster Angus big, unshaved forearms on his threadbare out ass, caressing him and soothing him as he stared down at the objects of his atonement. The first-ever few buttplugs spread him out fine, with only a modest amount of fight before he found himself satiated with his own capability. But the last 2 did him in, opening up him beyond what he could handle, leaving him a shaking, weakened wreck. He tried to muster up the intensity to continue, but alas, he had to bow out, leaving the final and biggest speculum unconquered. As a result, Grandmaster Angus had to give him his punishment. Ryan didnt know what was coming. He knew the leaders had unusual methods of keeping initiates in line, but he was fortunate to have had to practice them all. As he awaited his fate, he took the time to catch his breath, steeling himself Angus plans, even permitting himself to find sensation in the soft touches to his ass. Ryan felt a torrid tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his fatigued insides. He pulled out soft moans, appreciative for the tender rubdown and relaxation. He dreamed to view back, but he was told to keep his eyes forward and his forearms on the bench, locking himself in place for what was to come. His ears were careful to pick up on the sound of clothes rustling and falling behind him. Grandmaster Angus was leisurely eliminating his tee-shirt and pants, unclothing down to just his underwear as Apprentice Ryan served his orders. The youthful stud didnt know how much farther he would go, but abruptly and sans warning, he felt something slip into his burning molten hole. At first, Ryan dreaded it was another plug, aimed at splitting him apart and making him suffer. Instead, it was the familiar, smooth, girthy member of Grandmaster Angus. The naked manstick glided inwards him with a single thrust, not hesitating or stopping. Apprentice Ryan was well heated up enough to treat the elder mans member, his fuckhole liberate enough to breed but still taut enough to grip. Instinctively, the youthful stud clenched down on Angus cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the load he carried in his hairy, stringing up nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became habitual to the fucking, he found his manstick starting to harden and seep out a stable explosion of precum. It dripped down onto the dark wood bench, pooling up and streaking as his bod rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his forearms around Ryans neck, holding him in place with a hard capture sans gagging him. Though, as Angus breeding shoves enhanced in tempo and intensity, the burly mans capture occasionally tightened, giving Ryan a thrilling feeling of obedience and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the masters that in the temple, his bod was not his own. It belonged to the boys of the Order to use as the pleased. Never more than in that moment did that sentiment ring true. Ryan felt himself a passenger in his flesh, his consciousness simply an occupant of the vessel that Bishop Angus managed and owned. He belonged to him, juggling on the end of his manstick with his neck in a vice grip, feeling his insides shift to make room for the pulsating member of the elder man. Bishop Angus felt himself approaching climax. As he did, he wrung Ryans neck a tiny tighter. The enlivenment was enough to send dumps of strength to his loins, causing a chain reaction that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, white jizz sprung from his cock, packing up the apprentices fuckhole as he struggled to linger upright and still. Ryan breathed deep, feeling the white load swirling in his guts, stirred up by Angus declining erection, moving deeper in his body. Ryan couldnt believe he could take it after all hed endured, but he was proud of himself for holding out until the end..
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