Masonic Boys - Apprentice Monroe - Chapter 3 - Disciplinary Activity
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Discipline is both a noun and a verb. It is the act of instructing someone physically or mentally, either someone else or yourself. The term can also be used to describe the activity of punishment. In the case of The Brotherhood, discipline is the vehicle to help youthful studs who arrive at finer versions of themselves. It is beyond grammatical rules it is the concept of purpose, directly administered. In the case of youthful Apprentice Monroe, the time for his discipline had come. He had already been with, and vetted by, teachers Figata and Kamp. He had learned much about the sheer pleasure of men, and his expected role in giving it. What he had not learned yet, but will, is that anguish can be a pleasure, too. It can lead to something larger, something grander than oneself. And a grander and larger presence than any Apprentice Monroe had encountered before waited for him in a darkened room. He perceived a chill run thru him at the sight of this imposing figure. This powerful man, carved by time and strength, with the eyes of a hawk and the kind of smile that made one sense small, was Grandmaster Legrand. Sitting on a crimson stool that framed him in stark contrast to the rest of the room, Legrand studied the youthful apprentice as he entered. The Grandmaster’s fingers traced the edge of the wooden board; its dark surface polished to a slight sheen. Monroe shivered at the sight of the Master's palm on it. He had not seen such a structure before, but as it was pronged with sausages of enlargening girth and shaped with domes at the top, its purpose needed little imagination to body out. Grandmaster Legrand taught the apprentice to de-robe himself of his clothes one chunk at a time. Tie, sundress shirt, belt, slacks all suggested as sacrifice to the Grandmaster. When Apprentice Monroe was down to nothing but his sacred garments the Master signaled the boy to come next to him. The apprentice drank hard as the Master's arms wandered across his body. They inspected every inch of his skin, leaving trails of warmth everywhere they went. It was an practice so strong the boy could only stand there frozen like a statue, incapable to budge unless his Master ordered him. When Legrand reached down and wanked the youthful apprentice's rosy cigar thru the cloth it brought weak, whining sounds of ecstasy out of the boy. Ecstasy that grew in volume as Legrand tweaked his youthful nipples, and thumbed the head of his boy-cock. sated with the sob of sheer pleasure from Apprentice Monroe, Legrand fished Maxx's meat from the cloth and held it inbetween two fingers. Then he leaned forward and drew the cockhead into his lips. He drank it in long, voluptuous gulps, taunted and tasted it with his tongue, and made it pop from suction when he eliminated it from his mouth. The Master could tell from taste alone that Maxx was ready. He had him eliminate the last of his garments, then guided the boy with a slight wave of his massive palm in the direction of the far end of the wooden board. With a platinum container of sacred oils, Apprentice Monroe glazed the first, and smallest, of the prongs. Once slick, he straddled the bench and, with supreme care, lowered himself onto the first-ever prong. As he did so, Legrand locked onto his gaze. The Master granted him a slight, steely beckon and, after a lengthy exhale, the Apprentice lowered himself down farther still until the prong pushed inwards his rectum. Thanks to both the lubricant of the sacred greases and the lessons from his prior masters, the boy conquered this first-ever prong with ease. He moved up and down it, permitting the steamy oil-coated shaft to stretched him. It wouldn't be discipline if the task was easy, though. Recognizing the boy's accomplishment, Legrand ordered him forward in the direction of the next one. It was a little larger than the first-ever and a little longer. The sacred lube helped again as he relaxed himself down onto it. He took a deep breath before slipping himself up and down the rod. Then, on order from his master, the boy looked over the battlefield in front of him. The 3rd one Apprentice Monroe conquered was broader and longer; but not yet the biggest. That honor didn't belong to the fourth one, either, which stretched him beyond what he thought he could handle, leaving him a shaking, tired wreck. Which is why when he came to the final prong, the one closest to his Master, the boy couldn't quite take it in sans losing control. It wasn't just the length, but the amazing girth! Only the most expert of sphincters could even hope to treatment this one. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, his sweating body slipping as far as it could down the oil-slicked plug. His Master watched intently. When the boy opened his eyes again, his quivering lips admitted defeat. And that's fine, the Grandmaster thought. Life is utter of hurdles to fight against. teachers is the Brotherhood recognize that in situations like these the boys are looking for guidance from their elders. Grandmaster Legrand ordered the apprentice off the prong. The boy nodded obediently and lifted his quaking frame. His eyes glued to his Master's form. The way this DILF was sitting he was distinguished manliness personified and Legrand knew the effect it would have on his apprentice. A quivering full salute stood upright from inbetween the boy's legs, the head of which glistened with pre-jizz from its tour down the board of prongs. The Grandmaster ordered him to get onto all 4s on the bench and, with supreme eagerness, the boy complied. Legrand grinned as he noticed how the muscles of the boy’s backside clenched in anticipation of what was coming next. The Grandmaster had already put many of his youthful charges thru this and was happy to have another chance to love this pleasure. He thoroughly tested the cavern of the boy's stretched backdoor with his studly fingers. Satisfied, he spinned up his sleeves, undid his pants and positioned himself behind his charge. As the massive stud slipped himself into the lil' twink's bottom, the Apprentice gasped noisily into the boards below. Legrand push hard into the boy’s sweating, riled body. He withdrew before stuffing back inwards once more, and pumped his body again and again with carnal thrusts. The massive Master plowed the lad like this until all that boy could witness was stars, and all that he could hear was the creaking of the board supporting his body. When Legrand eventually came, he bred the boy with a rush of primal force. His piston caused the apprentice's eyes to spin back into his head and a shout to run away from the boy’s ragged throat. The Grandmaster eventually released and, once they both recovered, the tall Master tenderly helped the quaking bottom to stand. He clad the boy back in his original clothes, brushing out the suggestion of wrinkles with his strong palm. Legrand cuffed his own sleeves, leaned into the boy's ear, and purred praise for the apprentice’s performance, gave advice on how he could improve for The Brotherhood, and preparations he'd need to make for his future ordination. Apprentice Monroe, still sweating and gasping, listened, nodded, and obeyed...
Discipline is both a noun and a verb. It is the act of instructing someone physically or mentally, either someone else or yourself. The term can also be used to describe the activity of punishment. In the case of The Brotherhood, discipline is the vehicle to help youthful studs who arrive at finer versions of themselves. It is beyond grammatical rules it is the concept of purpose, directly administered. In the case of youthful Apprentice Monroe, the time for his discipline had come. He had already been with, and vetted by, teachers Figata and Kamp. He had learned much about the sheer pleasure of men, and his expected role in giving it. What he had not learned yet, but will, is that anguish can be a pleasure, too. It can lead to something larger, something grander than oneself. And a grander and larger presence than any Apprentice Monroe had encountered before waited for him in a darkened room. He perceived a chill run thru him at the sight of this imposing figure. This powerful man, carved by time and strength, with the eyes of a hawk and the kind of smile that made one sense small, was Grandmaster Legrand. Sitting on a crimson stool that framed him in stark contrast to the rest of the room, Legrand studied the youthful apprentice as he entered. The Grandmaster’s fingers traced the edge of the wooden board; its dark surface polished to a slight sheen. Monroe shivered at the sight of the Master's palm on it. He had not seen such a structure before, but as it was pronged with sausages of enlargening girth and shaped with domes at the top, its purpose needed little imagination to body out. Grandmaster Legrand taught the apprentice to de-robe himself of his clothes one chunk at a time. Tie, sundress shirt, belt, slacks all suggested as sacrifice to the Grandmaster. When Apprentice Monroe was down to nothing but his sacred garments the Master signaled the boy to come next to him. The apprentice drank hard as the Master's arms wandered across his body. They inspected every inch of his skin, leaving trails of warmth everywhere they went. It was an practice so strong the boy could only stand there frozen like a statue, incapable to budge unless his Master ordered him. When Legrand reached down and wanked the youthful apprentice's rosy cigar thru the cloth it brought weak, whining sounds of ecstasy out of the boy. Ecstasy that grew in volume as Legrand tweaked his youthful nipples, and thumbed the head of his boy-cock. sated with the sob of sheer pleasure from Apprentice Monroe, Legrand fished Maxx's meat from the cloth and held it inbetween two fingers. Then he leaned forward and drew the cockhead into his lips. He drank it in long, voluptuous gulps, taunted and tasted it with his tongue, and made it pop from suction when he eliminated it from his mouth. The Master could tell from taste alone that Maxx was ready. He had him eliminate the last of his garments, then guided the boy with a slight wave of his massive palm in the direction of the far end of the wooden board. With a platinum container of sacred oils, Apprentice Monroe glazed the first, and smallest, of the prongs. Once slick, he straddled the bench and, with supreme care, lowered himself onto the first-ever prong. As he did so, Legrand locked onto his gaze. The Master granted him a slight, steely beckon and, after a lengthy exhale, the Apprentice lowered himself down farther still until the prong pushed inwards his rectum. Thanks to both the lubricant of the sacred greases and the lessons from his prior masters, the boy conquered this first-ever prong with ease. He moved up and down it, permitting the steamy oil-coated shaft to stretched him. It wouldn't be discipline if the task was easy, though. Recognizing the boy's accomplishment, Legrand ordered him forward in the direction of the next one. It was a little larger than the first-ever and a little longer. The sacred lube helped again as he relaxed himself down onto it. He took a deep breath before slipping himself up and down the rod. Then, on order from his master, the boy looked over the battlefield in front of him. The 3rd one Apprentice Monroe conquered was broader and longer; but not yet the biggest. That honor didn't belong to the fourth one, either, which stretched him beyond what he thought he could handle, leaving him a shaking, tired wreck. Which is why when he came to the final prong, the one closest to his Master, the boy couldn't quite take it in sans losing control. It wasn't just the length, but the amazing girth! Only the most expert of sphincters could even hope to treatment this one. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, his sweating body slipping as far as it could down the oil-slicked plug. His Master watched intently. When the boy opened his eyes again, his quivering lips admitted defeat. And that's fine, the Grandmaster thought. Life is utter of hurdles to fight against. teachers is the Brotherhood recognize that in situations like these the boys are looking for guidance from their elders. Grandmaster Legrand ordered the apprentice off the prong. The boy nodded obediently and lifted his quaking frame. His eyes glued to his Master's form. The way this DILF was sitting he was distinguished manliness personified and Legrand knew the effect it would have on his apprentice. A quivering full salute stood upright from inbetween the boy's legs, the head of which glistened with pre-jizz from its tour down the board of prongs. The Grandmaster ordered him to get onto all 4s on the bench and, with supreme eagerness, the boy complied. Legrand grinned as he noticed how the muscles of the boy’s backside clenched in anticipation of what was coming next. The Grandmaster had already put many of his youthful charges thru this and was happy to have another chance to love this pleasure. He thoroughly tested the cavern of the boy's stretched backdoor with his studly fingers. Satisfied, he spinned up his sleeves, undid his pants and positioned himself behind his charge. As the massive stud slipped himself into the lil' twink's bottom, the Apprentice gasped noisily into the boards below. Legrand push hard into the boy’s sweating, riled body. He withdrew before stuffing back inwards once more, and pumped his body again and again with carnal thrusts. The massive Master plowed the lad like this until all that boy could witness was stars, and all that he could hear was the creaking of the board supporting his body. When Legrand eventually came, he bred the boy with a rush of primal force. His piston caused the apprentice's eyes to spin back into his head and a shout to run away from the boy’s ragged throat. The Grandmaster eventually released and, once they both recovered, the tall Master tenderly helped the quaking bottom to stand. He clad the boy back in his original clothes, brushing out the suggestion of wrinkles with his strong palm. Legrand cuffed his own sleeves, leaned into the boy's ear, and purred praise for the apprentice’s performance, gave advice on how he could improve for The Brotherhood, and preparations he'd need to make for his future ordination. Apprentice Monroe, still sweating and gasping, listened, nodded, and obeyed...
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