Masonic Fellows - Apprentice Serg Shepard - Chapter 8 - The Sacrament
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I’d be lounging if I didn’t admit to being just a lil' bit in enjoy with tormentor Stone. I don’t fairly know what it is about him. He used to appall me. In many ways he still does. He’s stern and ferocious and it’s nearly unlikely to know what’s going thru his head. Maybe because of all of this, I find myself immensely drawn to him. It was tormentor Stone who was tasked with metering out my punishment 2 months ago and was therefore responsible for switching the way that I perceived myself. I realized, in that moment, that dread was a choice and that I was strong both mentally and physically. The punishment awakened me. It inspired me. It was a moment of complete liberation. When I found out that tormentor Stone was due to oversee my Sacrament ceremony, my heart leapt with excitement. I would get to stand beside him again and have him tower over me. I would be able to yield to him once more, and dissolve into his strong arms. What’s more, I knew that nothing he tossed at me would phase me. He led me into a darkened chamber dressed in a mask which looked like the sort of thing the old plague therapists wore. It was unusual not to be able to view into his eyes or watch his face, but I embraced the feeling of unease. He groped my torso seductively and then embarked to run his forearms across my body and down over the getting larger erection in my suit pants. He stood behind me and pulled my head back before leisurely relieving my truss and undoing the handcuffs of my shirt. The feelings of want intensified. My body was devoured by a series of miniature explosions which were triggered by his touch. Every inch of my flesh sensed alive and receptive. He liquidated my tee-shirt and unbuttoned my pants, cupping my erection thru my garbs until I was gasping uncontrollably. He picked me up, nearly as tho' I weighed nothing at all, then dropped me onto the bench. The energy radiating from him was staggering. He liquidated his mask and instantly embarked to smooch me. His gigantic strong forearms were packaged around my gullet but it sensed gentle somehow. Respectful. As we kissed, he liquidated his suit jacket and the odor of his beautiful aftershave billowed out into the room, making me feel light-headed. Then he unbuttoned his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. I toyed with his giant manstick thru his garments, wanting to savor every moment, wanting to prolong the pleasure. He unbuttoned his tee-shirt and liquidated his tie. I needed him. I needed him to have me. I have never sensed such incredible wish before. I belonged to him. I was all his and nothing would ever change that. He shoved me back onto the bench and stripped me of what was left of my clothing while doing things to my body with his mouth and tongue which nearly blew my mind. He pulled me to my soles and revved me away from him, shoving me against the bench before highly softly pulling my caboose cheeks apart and shoving his beautiful tongue into my hole, prepping me for the stage of our date which I was now craving for. I could feel my caboose leisurely opening for him, prepping itself for the enormity of his meat, and spasming with unspoiled excitement. Then he poked me. He crammed my shivering fuckhole with his giant, raw, pop manstick and I sensed complete. He wailed as he shoved into me. I liked that he groaned. I liked that my body was pleasing him. I desired him to want me as much as I desired him. He shove in and out of me so rigid and so deep. I looked around at him. I desired to watch his face. I desired to watch his pleasure. I desired to know he was sated with me. All of a sudden, he picked me up like a plaything and dropped me down onto my knees. I deep throated his manstick keenly, and toyed with his gigantic puffies because I know he luvs that. Then he stood me up and shoved me onto my back on the bench, slipping his manstick back into my body like a red-hot knife cutting thru butter, before banging me so rigid I was defenseless to do anything other than bellow and grab hold of my dick. It just sensed so good. My entire body sensed like it was whirring with pleasure. Every inch of me. Looking up at him and seeing this mind-blowing elder man - a man I was in enjoy with - pleasing himself inside me was all I could ever have wanted. He put his thumb in my mouth and I deep throated it. I started to pin my own nipples. I couldn’t touch myself enough. I was in a state of unspoiled . tighter and tighter he went until I was incapable to do anything other than explode. The enlivenment just desired to evacuate itself from my body and it did so powerfully, all over my belly. He shoved his finger into one of the pools of nut nectar and used it to anoint my head before kicking off to bang me again. He came deep inside me. It must have been a strenuous stream because I could feel it flying into me, wire after rope, dribbling into me until I sensed like I’d been anointed both inside and out.
I’d be lounging if I didn’t admit to being just a lil' bit in enjoy with tormentor Stone. I don’t fairly know what it is about him. He used to appall me. In many ways he still does. He’s stern and ferocious and it’s nearly unlikely to know what’s going thru his head. Maybe because of all of this, I find myself immensely drawn to him. It was tormentor Stone who was tasked with metering out my punishment 2 months ago and was therefore responsible for switching the way that I perceived myself. I realized, in that moment, that dread was a choice and that I was strong both mentally and physically. The punishment awakened me. It inspired me. It was a moment of complete liberation. When I found out that tormentor Stone was due to oversee my Sacrament ceremony, my heart leapt with excitement. I would get to stand beside him again and have him tower over me. I would be able to yield to him once more, and dissolve into his strong arms. What’s more, I knew that nothing he tossed at me would phase me. He led me into a darkened chamber dressed in a mask which looked like the sort of thing the old plague therapists wore. It was unusual not to be able to view into his eyes or watch his face, but I embraced the feeling of unease. He groped my torso seductively and then embarked to run his forearms across my body and down over the getting larger erection in my suit pants. He stood behind me and pulled my head back before leisurely relieving my truss and undoing the handcuffs of my shirt. The feelings of want intensified. My body was devoured by a series of miniature explosions which were triggered by his touch. Every inch of my flesh sensed alive and receptive. He liquidated my tee-shirt and unbuttoned my pants, cupping my erection thru my garbs until I was gasping uncontrollably. He picked me up, nearly as tho' I weighed nothing at all, then dropped me onto the bench. The energy radiating from him was staggering. He liquidated his mask and instantly embarked to smooch me. His gigantic strong forearms were packaged around my gullet but it sensed gentle somehow. Respectful. As we kissed, he liquidated his suit jacket and the odor of his beautiful aftershave billowed out into the room, making me feel light-headed. Then he unbuttoned his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. I toyed with his giant manstick thru his garments, wanting to savor every moment, wanting to prolong the pleasure. He unbuttoned his tee-shirt and liquidated his tie. I needed him. I needed him to have me. I have never sensed such incredible wish before. I belonged to him. I was all his and nothing would ever change that. He shoved me back onto the bench and stripped me of what was left of my clothing while doing things to my body with his mouth and tongue which nearly blew my mind. He pulled me to my soles and revved me away from him, shoving me against the bench before highly softly pulling my caboose cheeks apart and shoving his beautiful tongue into my hole, prepping me for the stage of our date which I was now craving for. I could feel my caboose leisurely opening for him, prepping itself for the enormity of his meat, and spasming with unspoiled excitement. Then he poked me. He crammed my shivering fuckhole with his giant, raw, pop manstick and I sensed complete. He wailed as he shoved into me. I liked that he groaned. I liked that my body was pleasing him. I desired him to want me as much as I desired him. He shove in and out of me so rigid and so deep. I looked around at him. I desired to watch his face. I desired to watch his pleasure. I desired to know he was sated with me. All of a sudden, he picked me up like a plaything and dropped me down onto my knees. I deep throated his manstick keenly, and toyed with his gigantic puffies because I know he luvs that. Then he stood me up and shoved me onto my back on the bench, slipping his manstick back into my body like a red-hot knife cutting thru butter, before banging me so rigid I was defenseless to do anything other than bellow and grab hold of my dick. It just sensed so good. My entire body sensed like it was whirring with pleasure. Every inch of me. Looking up at him and seeing this mind-blowing elder man - a man I was in enjoy with - pleasing himself inside me was all I could ever have wanted. He put his thumb in my mouth and I deep throated it. I started to pin my own nipples. I couldn’t touch myself enough. I was in a state of unspoiled . tighter and tighter he went until I was incapable to do anything other than explode. The enlivenment just desired to evacuate itself from my body and it did so powerfully, all over my belly. He shoved his finger into one of the pools of nut nectar and used it to anoint my head before kicking off to bang me again. He came deep inside me. It must have been a strenuous stream because I could feel it flying into me, wire after rope, dribbling into me until I sensed like I’d been anointed both inside and out.
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