Masonic Boys - Dillon Stone and Serg Shepard
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I’ve always attempted so stiff to behave myself. My mom always said I was a people-pleaser, and I guess she’s not wrong. I attempt to look smart. I attempt to be helpful. I attempt to listen and to learn. The distress is I just can’t seem to get things right. Sometimes I perceive that the stiffer I try, the more likely I am to end up in trouble. To make matters worse, most of the time I just don’t know what I’ve done wrong, and it’s unlikely to learn from your mistakes if you don’t know what those mistakes are. I was informed yesterday evening that disciplinary action was required as a result of my latest behavior. No more information was given. I was simply told to report to sir Stone at 9pm. Of course, I spent the entire night and all of the day today worrying about what I’d done, trying to replay every darned interview I’d ever had with sir Stone in an attempt to figure out why I’d been summoned. By the time I reached the chamber, I was a mess. sir Stone, unsurprisingly, said nothing. He just sat on a red stool in the darkened apartment and nodded me over to him, deep disappointment etched all over his fantastic face. He instantaneously told me to eliminate my trousers and I did so, obediently, trying to manage my nerves because my arms just wouldn’t stop shaking. I stood for a moment or two, rigid with fear, as the sir looked up at me, assessing my punishment. Then he told me to lie throughout his lap. For a split 2nd I couldn’t make myself move. I instantly realized that he was going to spank me—just like they did in the olden days. The invented his giant arms pelting down on my figure was appalling beyond words. I took a deep breath and tentatively moved towards his lap, somewhat clumsily lounging face down on top of it. I was instantly absorbed by wafts of a beautiful aroma which was coming from underneath his clothes. I was so profoundly sorry that it was sir Stone whom I’d let down. I have so much respect for him. It sounds super-naughty because the fellow was about to discipline me, but there was something comforting about the prospect. He’s so tall and important and I perceived so small and insignificant, I just desired to hold him. He ran his ample mitt over my butt cheeks. It perceived as tho' he were sizing me up, trying to work out where to land his blows. My figure began to tense up as I commenced to imagine just how torturous it was going to be. He was dressed in large rings on his fingers. Would they cut into me? Make me ? I perceived his manmeat stiffening in his trousers and starting to shove into my belly. It was clear that he was revved on by the invented punishing me and I was unassured about how to process that information. He then spent what seemed like an age running his mitt over my butt and down onto my thighs. His movements perceived inquisitive, like he was somehow fascinated by the shape of my body. Terrified as I was, I can’t reject that the practice was also a little arousing, and that delight brought with it a deep sense of shame. I heard myself letting out a series of groans, wishing all of this could be happening in different circumstances; but, simultaneously aware that it was the nature of this particular circumstance which was oddly fuelling my sexual excitement. I’ve seldom perceived so conflicted. Every time I attempted to look up, he shoveled me back down. I longed to unbutton my tie. I perceived like I was about to pass out. There was a pause. And then, thwack, his mitt made contact with my ass. It wasn’t against naked flesh. Thank God I was still in my garments. But it sent a shockwave thru my body. I don’t think it hurt. To be honest, too much adrenaline was surging thru me to be able to tell. It definitely tingled afterwards. I tensed up waiting for another hit, but instead, he shoveled his mitt underneath my outfits and soothingly ran it over my naked butt cheeks. The delight was wonderful. It instantly made me perceive safe, despite what had just happened. I firmly restrained onto sir Stone’s leg, realizing that I could neither predict what was going to happen next, nor anticipate how I would react to it. He shoveled a finger stiff into my hole. It made me yelp; more, I suspect, out of shock, than because it hurt. At the same time, I perceived his manmeat yanking against my tummy again. It was large—very large—and I abruptly found myself obsessing over the invented it entering me. If he desired me, he could have me. I would follow a giant of a fellow like sir Stone to the end of the world if he asked me to. He spanked me again. Then again, stiffer this time. My figure began to hum with anticipation. He trained me to stand and to eliminate my t-shirt and tie. I jumped to my feet, instantly conforming his orders, aware, for the first-ever time, that I was rock stiff and tenting like super-naughty in my semi-see-through garments. I instantly became absorbed with dishonor again. Surely I wasn’t meant to be masturbation on this punishment? He would be terrified to think that it had that effect on me, right? I stood in my garmets as he glanced down at my dick. I was about to apologize, when he reached out and prodded it with his finger, stating what seemed so terribly obvious, that I was getting aroused. I told him that I was sorry. He nodded, too deep in thought to reply. Then he trained me to get back down over his lap and I did as asked. I perceived him picking something up from the floor. I didn’t dare to look around to observe what it was, but it perceived cold as he ran it over my butt. Then he amazed me with it. It must have been made from wood. It was stiff and it hurt, but in a fine way. Then he shoveled my outfits down and my blood commenced to run cold. The invented whatever he was holding hitting naked skin was one I wasn’t at all sure about. I perceived his manmeat tenting against my tummy and then the weight of the object slamming against my butt cheek. It stung. It dazed me. But as shortly as the initial surprise had dissipated, I was prepped for it to happen again. I did not have to wait long. He strike me stiffer this time, and as he amazed me for a 3rd time, I realized my manmeat had commenced to unload pre-ejaculate onto his suit pants. He ordered me to stand once again and to eliminate all of my clothes, before commanding me to lie back down on his lap. He restrained my neck with one of his arms and used the other to grab me by my balls. He squashed and tugged me until I was gasping uncontrollably, my entire figure squirming in powerful spasms of both anguish and ecstasy, my manmeat still yanking jets of pre-ejaculate into his thigh. He continued to spank me with enhancing intensity, but then switched his tactic and began to rub me with oil. It perceived soothing as he ran it into the areas which were somewhat aching from the smacking, but then he began to shove his fingers into my slot again. sir Stone then told me to sit on his lap encountering him, my naked gams wrapped around his body. Then he tilted me backwards, so my head was on the floor. He cautiously eliminated his ring before glazing his mitt in lube which he dripped all over my rock stiff penis, absentmindedly frolicking with it before pushing his fat finger deep into my hole. Then he highly cautiously eliminated a clear plaything from a ebony velvet bag. I instantly knew he was going to shove it into me and he did so casually and sans warning. It was thrilling. Intense. Beautiful. I submitted, totally to him. He could do whatever he desired to me. He jerked me off with one mitt as he continued to thrust the object in and out of my yanking slot with enhancing speed. I looked up at him, clever as a button in his suit and tie, slightly violating into a sweat as I writhed and snaked about underneath him. He told me that he desired me to jizm for him. I grasped my oil-covered manmeat and commenced to tug at it, desperate to extend the feelings of deep gratification for as lengthy as I could before reaching orgasm. Then, just like that, I exploded. I perceived a rush of absolute bliss surging thru my figure as the love plunge shot out of me, all over my chest, my gams shuddering uncontrollably. I lay on the floor, trying to comprehend what had just happened, trying to understand if I’d been disciplined or rewarded, trying to fathom why I was now feeling so strenuously united to sir Stone and so, so desperate to be with him again.
I’ve always attempted so stiff to behave myself. My mom always said I was a people-pleaser, and I guess she’s not wrong. I attempt to look smart. I attempt to be helpful. I attempt to listen and to learn. The distress is I just can’t seem to get things right. Sometimes I perceive that the stiffer I try, the more likely I am to end up in trouble. To make matters worse, most of the time I just don’t know what I’ve done wrong, and it’s unlikely to learn from your mistakes if you don’t know what those mistakes are. I was informed yesterday evening that disciplinary action was required as a result of my latest behavior. No more information was given. I was simply told to report to sir Stone at 9pm. Of course, I spent the entire night and all of the day today worrying about what I’d done, trying to replay every darned interview I’d ever had with sir Stone in an attempt to figure out why I’d been summoned. By the time I reached the chamber, I was a mess. sir Stone, unsurprisingly, said nothing. He just sat on a red stool in the darkened apartment and nodded me over to him, deep disappointment etched all over his fantastic face. He instantaneously told me to eliminate my trousers and I did so, obediently, trying to manage my nerves because my arms just wouldn’t stop shaking. I stood for a moment or two, rigid with fear, as the sir looked up at me, assessing my punishment. Then he told me to lie throughout his lap. For a split 2nd I couldn’t make myself move. I instantly realized that he was going to spank me—just like they did in the olden days. The invented his giant arms pelting down on my figure was appalling beyond words. I took a deep breath and tentatively moved towards his lap, somewhat clumsily lounging face down on top of it. I was instantly absorbed by wafts of a beautiful aroma which was coming from underneath his clothes. I was so profoundly sorry that it was sir Stone whom I’d let down. I have so much respect for him. It sounds super-naughty because the fellow was about to discipline me, but there was something comforting about the prospect. He’s so tall and important and I perceived so small and insignificant, I just desired to hold him. He ran his ample mitt over my butt cheeks. It perceived as tho' he were sizing me up, trying to work out where to land his blows. My figure began to tense up as I commenced to imagine just how torturous it was going to be. He was dressed in large rings on his fingers. Would they cut into me? Make me ? I perceived his manmeat stiffening in his trousers and starting to shove into my belly. It was clear that he was revved on by the invented punishing me and I was unassured about how to process that information. He then spent what seemed like an age running his mitt over my butt and down onto my thighs. His movements perceived inquisitive, like he was somehow fascinated by the shape of my body. Terrified as I was, I can’t reject that the practice was also a little arousing, and that delight brought with it a deep sense of shame. I heard myself letting out a series of groans, wishing all of this could be happening in different circumstances; but, simultaneously aware that it was the nature of this particular circumstance which was oddly fuelling my sexual excitement. I’ve seldom perceived so conflicted. Every time I attempted to look up, he shoveled me back down. I longed to unbutton my tie. I perceived like I was about to pass out. There was a pause. And then, thwack, his mitt made contact with my ass. It wasn’t against naked flesh. Thank God I was still in my garments. But it sent a shockwave thru my body. I don’t think it hurt. To be honest, too much adrenaline was surging thru me to be able to tell. It definitely tingled afterwards. I tensed up waiting for another hit, but instead, he shoveled his mitt underneath my outfits and soothingly ran it over my naked butt cheeks. The delight was wonderful. It instantly made me perceive safe, despite what had just happened. I firmly restrained onto sir Stone’s leg, realizing that I could neither predict what was going to happen next, nor anticipate how I would react to it. He shoveled a finger stiff into my hole. It made me yelp; more, I suspect, out of shock, than because it hurt. At the same time, I perceived his manmeat yanking against my tummy again. It was large—very large—and I abruptly found myself obsessing over the invented it entering me. If he desired me, he could have me. I would follow a giant of a fellow like sir Stone to the end of the world if he asked me to. He spanked me again. Then again, stiffer this time. My figure began to hum with anticipation. He trained me to stand and to eliminate my t-shirt and tie. I jumped to my feet, instantly conforming his orders, aware, for the first-ever time, that I was rock stiff and tenting like super-naughty in my semi-see-through garments. I instantly became absorbed with dishonor again. Surely I wasn’t meant to be masturbation on this punishment? He would be terrified to think that it had that effect on me, right? I stood in my garmets as he glanced down at my dick. I was about to apologize, when he reached out and prodded it with his finger, stating what seemed so terribly obvious, that I was getting aroused. I told him that I was sorry. He nodded, too deep in thought to reply. Then he trained me to get back down over his lap and I did as asked. I perceived him picking something up from the floor. I didn’t dare to look around to observe what it was, but it perceived cold as he ran it over my butt. Then he amazed me with it. It must have been made from wood. It was stiff and it hurt, but in a fine way. Then he shoveled my outfits down and my blood commenced to run cold. The invented whatever he was holding hitting naked skin was one I wasn’t at all sure about. I perceived his manmeat tenting against my tummy and then the weight of the object slamming against my butt cheek. It stung. It dazed me. But as shortly as the initial surprise had dissipated, I was prepped for it to happen again. I did not have to wait long. He strike me stiffer this time, and as he amazed me for a 3rd time, I realized my manmeat had commenced to unload pre-ejaculate onto his suit pants. He ordered me to stand once again and to eliminate all of my clothes, before commanding me to lie back down on his lap. He restrained my neck with one of his arms and used the other to grab me by my balls. He squashed and tugged me until I was gasping uncontrollably, my entire figure squirming in powerful spasms of both anguish and ecstasy, my manmeat still yanking jets of pre-ejaculate into his thigh. He continued to spank me with enhancing intensity, but then switched his tactic and began to rub me with oil. It perceived soothing as he ran it into the areas which were somewhat aching from the smacking, but then he began to shove his fingers into my slot again. sir Stone then told me to sit on his lap encountering him, my naked gams wrapped around his body. Then he tilted me backwards, so my head was on the floor. He cautiously eliminated his ring before glazing his mitt in lube which he dripped all over my rock stiff penis, absentmindedly frolicking with it before pushing his fat finger deep into my hole. Then he highly cautiously eliminated a clear plaything from a ebony velvet bag. I instantly knew he was going to shove it into me and he did so casually and sans warning. It was thrilling. Intense. Beautiful. I submitted, totally to him. He could do whatever he desired to me. He jerked me off with one mitt as he continued to thrust the object in and out of my yanking slot with enhancing speed. I looked up at him, clever as a button in his suit and tie, slightly violating into a sweat as I writhed and snaked about underneath him. He told me that he desired me to jizm for him. I grasped my oil-covered manmeat and commenced to tug at it, desperate to extend the feelings of deep gratification for as lengthy as I could before reaching orgasm. Then, just like that, I exploded. I perceived a rush of absolute bliss surging thru my figure as the love plunge shot out of me, all over my chest, my gams shuddering uncontrollably. I lay on the floor, trying to comprehend what had just happened, trying to understand if I’d been disciplined or rewarded, trying to fathom why I was now feeling so strenuously united to sir Stone and so, so desperate to be with him again.
Added: 2025-05-22 • Views: 0 • Duration: 28:26
Categories: Bareback, BDSM, Black, Cumshot, Daddies, Fat, Hardcore, Masturbation, Old Man, Rough, Safe Sex, Small Cocks, Solo, Toys • Studio: Masonic Boys • Models: Serg Shepard, Dillon Stone
