Atonement - Apprentice Ryan - Chapter 4 With Grandmaster Bishop Angus
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Apprentice Ryans bod shook like a leaf as he leaned over the bench. He looked at the dark, glossy knobs underneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He sensed Grandmaster Angus big, wooly mitts on his well-worn out ass, massaging him and soothing him as he stared down at the objects of his atonement. The very first few plugs spread him out fine, with only a humble amount of fight before he found himself pleased with his own capability. But the last 2 did him in, opening up him beyond what he could handle, leaving him a shaking, tired wreck. He attempted to muster up the strength to continue, but alas, he had to bow out, leaving the final and thickest speculum unconquered. As a result, Grandmaster Angus had to give him his punishment. Ryan didnt know what was coming. He knew the leaders had strange methods of keeping initiates in line, but he was lucky 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 pleasure in the soft kneads to his ass. Ryan sensed a super super hot tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his tired insides. He whipped out soft moans, appreciative for the fragile rubdown and relaxation. He desired to glance back, but he was told to keep his eyes forward and his mitts 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, stripping down to just his lingerie as Apprentice Ryan complied his orders. The youthfull fellow didnt know how much further he would go, but all of a sudden and sans warning, he sensed something slide into his burning super hot 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 nude meatpipe slid inside him with a single thrust, not hesitating or stopping. Apprentice Ryan was well heated up enough to handle the elder mans member, his hole loose enough to breed but still taut enough to grip. Instinctively, the youthfull fellow clenched down on Angus cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the load he carried in his hairy, dangling nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became accustomed to the fucking, he found his meatpipe embarking to harden and seep out a steady fountain of precum. It cascaded down onto the dark pink cigar bench, pooling up and streaking as his bod rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his mitts around Ryans neck, holding him in place with a rock-hard capture sans gagging him. Though, as Angus breeding thrusts enlargened in rhythm and intensity, the burly mans capture occasionally tightened, providing Ryan a thrilling feeling of subjugation and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the masters that in the temple, his bod was not his own. It belonged to the men of the Order to use as the pleased. Never more than in that moment did that sentiment ring true. Ryan sensed himself a passenger in his flesh, his consciousness simply an occupant of the vessel that Bishop Angus controlled and owned. He belonged to him, bouncing on the end of his meatpipe with his neck in a vice grip, feeling his innards shift to make apartment for the pulsing member of the elder man. Bishop Angus sensed himself approaching climax. As he did, he wrung Ryans neck a lil tighter. The arousal was enough to send splashes of force to his loins, causing a chain response that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, white spunk sprung from his cock, filling up the apprentices hole as he fought 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, glossy knobs underneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He sensed Grandmaster Angus big, wooly mitts on his well-worn out ass, massaging him and soothing him as he stared down at the objects of his atonement. The very first few plugs spread him out fine, with only a humble amount of fight before he found himself pleased with his own capability. But the last 2 did him in, opening up him beyond what he could handle, leaving him a shaking, tired wreck. He attempted to muster up the strength to continue, but alas, he had to bow out, leaving the final and thickest speculum unconquered. As a result, Grandmaster Angus had to give him his punishment. Ryan didnt know what was coming. He knew the leaders had strange methods of keeping initiates in line, but he was lucky 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 pleasure in the soft kneads to his ass. Ryan sensed a super super hot tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his tired insides. He whipped out soft moans, appreciative for the fragile rubdown and relaxation. He desired to glance back, but he was told to keep his eyes forward and his mitts 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, stripping down to just his lingerie as Apprentice Ryan complied his orders. The youthfull fellow didnt know how much further he would go, but all of a sudden and sans warning, he sensed something slide into his burning super hot 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 nude meatpipe slid inside him with a single thrust, not hesitating or stopping. Apprentice Ryan was well heated up enough to handle the elder mans member, his hole loose enough to breed but still taut enough to grip. Instinctively, the youthfull fellow clenched down on Angus cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the load he carried in his hairy, dangling nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became accustomed to the fucking, he found his meatpipe embarking to harden and seep out a steady fountain of precum. It cascaded down onto the dark pink cigar bench, pooling up and streaking as his bod rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his mitts around Ryans neck, holding him in place with a rock-hard capture sans gagging him. Though, as Angus breeding thrusts enlargened in rhythm and intensity, the burly mans capture occasionally tightened, providing Ryan a thrilling feeling of subjugation and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the masters that in the temple, his bod was not his own. It belonged to the men of the Order to use as the pleased. Never more than in that moment did that sentiment ring true. Ryan sensed himself a passenger in his flesh, his consciousness simply an occupant of the vessel that Bishop Angus controlled and owned. He belonged to him, bouncing on the end of his meatpipe with his neck in a vice grip, feeling his innards shift to make apartment for the pulsing member of the elder man. Bishop Angus sensed himself approaching climax. As he did, he wrung Ryans neck a lil tighter. The arousal was enough to send splashes of force to his loins, causing a chain response that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, white spunk sprung from his cock, filling up the apprentices hole as he fought 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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