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Apprentice Ryan’s assets shook like a leaf as he bent over the bench. He looked at the dark, glistening knobs beneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He felt Grandmaster Angus’ big, fur covered mitts on his holey ass, rubbin' him and soothing him as he gawped down at the objects of his atonement. The first few butt-plugs opened up him out fine, with only a discreet amount of fight before he found himself satiated with his own capability. But the last two did him in, stretching 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 biggest 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 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 sheer pleasure in the soft fumbles to his ass. Ryan felt a molten tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his tired insides. He unleashed soft moans, appreciative for the gentle massage and relaxation. He wished to look 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 liquidating his tee-shirt and pants, unwrapping down to just his undergarments as Apprentice Ryan complied his orders. The young boy didn’t know how much further he would go, but all of a sudden and sans warning, he felt something slide into his searing 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 naked man meat glided 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 liberate enough to breed but still taut enough to grip. Instinctively, the young boy clenched down on Angus’ cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the blast he carried in his hairy, dangling nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became familiar to the fucking, he found his man meat kicking off to harden and leak out a steady explosion of precum. It dribbled down onto the dark wood bench, pooling up and streaking as his assets rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his mitts around Ryan’s neck, holding him in place with a rigid grip sans choking him. Though, as Angus’ breeding shoves enhanced in tempo and intensity, the burly man’s grip from time to time tightened, providing Ryan a thrilling feeling of subjugation and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the educators that in the temple, his assets was not his own. It belonged to the dudes of the Order to use as the pleased. Never more than in that moment did that sentiment ring true. Ryan felt himself a passenger in his flesh, his consciousness simply an occupant of the vessel that Bishop Angus managed and owned. He belonged to him, bouncing on the end of his man meat with his neck in a vice grip, feeling his innards shift to make guest room for the pulsating member of the elder man. Bishop Angus felt himself approaching climax. As he did, he squashed Ryan’s neck a tiny tighter. The enlivenment was enough to send splashes of energy to his loins, causing a chain response that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, white jizm sprung from his cock, filling up the apprentice’s crevasse as he struggled to stay upright and still. Ryan breathed deep, feeling the white blast 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 assets shook like a leaf as he bent over the bench. He looked at the dark, glistening knobs beneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He felt Grandmaster Angus’ big, fur covered mitts on his holey ass, rubbin' him and soothing him as he gawped down at the objects of his atonement. The first few butt-plugs opened up him out fine, with only a discreet amount of fight before he found himself satiated with his own capability. But the last two did him in, stretching 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 biggest 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 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 sheer pleasure in the soft fumbles to his ass. Ryan felt a molten tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his tired insides. He unleashed soft moans, appreciative for the gentle massage and relaxation. He wished to look 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 liquidating his tee-shirt and pants, unwrapping down to just his undergarments as Apprentice Ryan complied his orders. The young boy didn’t know how much further he would go, but all of a sudden and sans warning, he felt something slide into his searing 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 naked man meat glided 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 liberate enough to breed but still taut enough to grip. Instinctively, the young boy clenched down on Angus’ cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the blast he carried in his hairy, dangling nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became familiar to the fucking, he found his man meat kicking off to harden and leak out a steady explosion of precum. It dribbled down onto the dark wood bench, pooling up and streaking as his assets rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his mitts around Ryan’s neck, holding him in place with a rigid grip sans choking him. Though, as Angus’ breeding shoves enhanced in tempo and intensity, the burly man’s grip from time to time tightened, providing Ryan a thrilling feeling of subjugation and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the educators that in the temple, his assets was not his own. It belonged to the dudes of the Order to use as the pleased. Never more than in that moment did that sentiment ring true. Ryan felt himself a passenger in his flesh, his consciousness simply an occupant of the vessel that Bishop Angus managed and owned. He belonged to him, bouncing on the end of his man meat with his neck in a vice grip, feeling his innards shift to make guest room for the pulsating member of the elder man. Bishop Angus felt himself approaching climax. As he did, he squashed Ryan’s neck a tiny tighter. The enlivenment was enough to send splashes of energy to his loins, causing a chain response that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, white jizm sprung from his cock, filling up the apprentice’s crevasse as he struggled to stay upright and still. Ryan breathed deep, feeling the white blast 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...
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