Masonic Dudes - Atonement
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Apprentice Ryan’s figure shook like a leaf as he leaned over the bench. He looked at the dark, shining schlongs underneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He perceived Grandmaster Angus’ big, unshaved forearms on his outworn out ass, kneading him and soothing him as he gazed down at the objects of his atonement. The first few butt-plugs opened up him out fine, with only a modest amount of fight before he found himself satisfied with his own capability. But the last two did him in, spreading him beyond what he could handle, leaving him a shaking, weakened wreck. He attempted to muster up the force to continue, but alas, he had to bow out, leaving the final and fattest speculum unconquered. As a result, Grandmaster Angus had to give him his punishment. Ryan didn’t know what was coming. He knew the leaders had unusual methods of keeping initiates in line, but he was lucky to have had to experience 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 delicate touches to his ass. Ryan perceived a red-hot tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his weary insides. He extracted delicate moans, grateful for the tender rubdown and relaxation. He wanted to sight 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 liquidating his tee-shirt and pants, unwrapping down to just his lingerie as Apprentice Ryan conformed his orders. The young man didn’t know how much farther he would go, but suddenly and sans warning, he perceived something glide into his burning 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 cock slipped inwards him with a single thrust, not hesitating or stopping. Apprentice Ryan was well heated up enough to treat the elder man’s member, his crevasse loose enough to breed but still cock-squeezing enough to grip. Instinctively, the young man clenched down on Angus’ cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the stream he carried in his hairy, draping nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became acquainted to the fucking, he found his cock commencing to harden and seep out a stable stream of precum. It cascaded down onto the dark spear bench, pooling up and streaking as his figure rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his forearms around Ryan’s neck, holding him in place with a rock hard grab sans gagging him. Though, as Angus’ breeding shoves enlargened in tempo and intensity, the burly man’s grab occasionally tightened, providing Ryan a thrilling sensing of subordination and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the teachers that in the temple, his figure 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 perceived himself a passenger in his flesh, his consciousness simply an occupant of the vessel that Bishop Angus controlled and owned. He belonged to him, juggling on the end of his cock with his neck in a vice grip, sensing his innards shift to make bedroom for the throbbing member of the elder man. Bishop Angus perceived himself approaching climax. As he did, he squashed Ryan’s neck a lil tighter. The excitement was enough to send squirts of strength to his loins, causing a chain response that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, milky jism sprung from his cock, packing up the apprentice’s crevasse as he fought to remain upright and still. Ryan breathed deep, sensing the milky stream swirling in his guts, stirred up by Angus’ declining erection, moving deeper in his body. Ryan couldn’t believe he could take it after all he’d endured, but he was proud of himself for holding out until the end...
Apprentice Ryan’s figure shook like a leaf as he leaned over the bench. He looked at the dark, shining schlongs underneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He perceived Grandmaster Angus’ big, unshaved forearms on his outworn out ass, kneading him and soothing him as he gazed down at the objects of his atonement. The first few butt-plugs opened up him out fine, with only a modest amount of fight before he found himself satisfied with his own capability. But the last two did him in, spreading him beyond what he could handle, leaving him a shaking, weakened wreck. He attempted to muster up the force to continue, but alas, he had to bow out, leaving the final and fattest speculum unconquered. As a result, Grandmaster Angus had to give him his punishment. Ryan didn’t know what was coming. He knew the leaders had unusual methods of keeping initiates in line, but he was lucky to have had to experience 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 delicate touches to his ass. Ryan perceived a red-hot tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his weary insides. He extracted delicate moans, grateful for the tender rubdown and relaxation. He wanted to sight 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 liquidating his tee-shirt and pants, unwrapping down to just his lingerie as Apprentice Ryan conformed his orders. The young man didn’t know how much farther he would go, but suddenly and sans warning, he perceived something glide into his burning 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 cock slipped inwards him with a single thrust, not hesitating or stopping. Apprentice Ryan was well heated up enough to treat the elder man’s member, his crevasse loose enough to breed but still cock-squeezing enough to grip. Instinctively, the young man clenched down on Angus’ cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the stream he carried in his hairy, draping nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became acquainted to the fucking, he found his cock commencing to harden and seep out a stable stream of precum. It cascaded down onto the dark spear bench, pooling up and streaking as his figure rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his forearms around Ryan’s neck, holding him in place with a rock hard grab sans gagging him. Though, as Angus’ breeding shoves enlargened in tempo and intensity, the burly man’s grab occasionally tightened, providing Ryan a thrilling sensing of subordination and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the teachers that in the temple, his figure 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 perceived himself a passenger in his flesh, his consciousness simply an occupant of the vessel that Bishop Angus controlled and owned. He belonged to him, juggling on the end of his cock with his neck in a vice grip, sensing his innards shift to make bedroom for the throbbing member of the elder man. Bishop Angus perceived himself approaching climax. As he did, he squashed Ryan’s neck a lil tighter. The excitement was enough to send squirts of strength to his loins, causing a chain response that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, milky jism sprung from his cock, packing up the apprentice’s crevasse as he fought to remain upright and still. Ryan breathed deep, sensing the milky stream swirling in his guts, stirred up by Angus’ declining erection, moving deeper in his body. Ryan couldn’t believe he could take it after all he’d endured, but he was proud of himself for holding out until the end...
Added: 2021-10-25 • Views: 40 • Duration: 28:56
