Masonic Folks - Apprentice Nourish - Disciplinary Act
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Even before I officially entered the Order, I had already learned a supreme deal about what exactly it meant to be a part of it and what that would entail. To most, Disciplinary activity would sound like punishment. But here in the Order, it is simply a reminder that all that we do, and all that we practice is to serve a higher purpose. Physically, it is to stand alongside my brothers (the other Apprentices) in the Order and to learn from the elders (our lecturers and Grandmasters) how we fulfill that goal by obeying and servicing them. Historically, discipline has always been athletic as instructing under some sort of tutelage or authority. It also means to be able to manage oneself. Here at the order, it is a concoction of all of these. The idea of it being a reprimand, here, it means more of a warning. But even if it were a penalty or reprimand – I’d be lounging if I said I haven’t been looking forward to it ever since I learned what being an Apprentice in the Order meant. For some, surrendering their physical bod to be used in honor of the Order and its divine goal may sound like a nightmare considering all the work it takes and what you have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the lecturers themselves who were once in our highly shoes, it is an absolute honor. My Disciplinary activity will be administered by Master Kamp. I have seen him around plenty, and have had the privilege of hearing him speak, but the idea of being one on one with him in one of the ceremonial dark bedrooms makes my whole bod hum with excitement. albeit I know he can’t state it explicitly, I expect that by the end of the activity he is left experiencing proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much skill as one can attain before actually experiencing it from within. As I walk into the bedroom I stand next to Master Kamp as he sits in the red chair. He looks stately, confident, and assertive. Exactly what you would expect from a dude of his station. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I attempt my finest to stash my excitement. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I obey I expect I’m not too apparently eager. He adjusts me over his lap by capturing me by my thighs, and then starts the Disciplinary Action. He gives one of my cheeks a knead before elevating it and bringing it back down forcefully. He repeats the activity on my other cheek, and then back and forward from one cheek to the other. I don’t even realize my grunts are actually moans, and I sense him start to slap harder. My moans turn into actual grunts, but within them, the moans stay nonetheless. What is eliciting this? albeit I am aware that Disciplinary activity will serve me well in the future within the Order, there seem to be fresh feelings arising alongside my general enlivenment of being a part of this Brotherhood. What happened next was an even thicker shock. When I got up, Master Kamp asked me to liquidate my pants. I hesitated briefly, simply to ask if I had heard that right. I haven’t ever heard of this as being a part of the rituals before. A part of me perceives bad for having to make him repeat himself, but I’m expecting that my quick compliance makes up for it, and I find myself expecting that he does sense my passion and willingness. Again, though, there seem to be fresh feelings erection up inwards me along with my yearning to be a fulfilling Apprentice. He asks for my belt. Now only in my special undergarments, he asks me to lay back over his lap again. He proceeds the ritual, this time smacking each cheek with my belt with only one skinny fabric layer protecting my skin. After a few slaps with the belt, he switches to using a paddle. My grunts, even louder now, still have a moan mingled in. As I attempt to stifle them (so he doesn’t notice the latter) I attempt to process their meaning in the moment. I sense him tug my undergarment down slightly. I should sense fearful, but I don’t. Instead I let myself go and just let it happen. I can sense inwards myself though, that I want it to happen. He takes the spanking paddle to my nude butt now; I have lost myself in it all and surrender. Whatever sounds I am making, I now know they are the right ones, and all in service of my Master, and further – in service of the Order. When he finishes he lets me stand up, but asks me to liquidate my t-shirt next. Again, he asks that I lay back over his lap. I am embarking to witness the clearer goal here. The Disciplinary activity gets taller more forceful as I become more vulnerable. The vulnerability here switches with my various states of sundress and undress. Master Kamp proceeds the ritual, smacking my bountiful nude cheeks with the spanking paddle again. He asks me if I like it, and if I want it. I reply in the affirmative, I know my purpose. He then does something rather unexpected, something I wasn’t aware of was a part of the ritual. He reaches under me thru my undergarment and takes hold of my balls, pulling at them. He proceeds the ritual using both the spanking paddle and his nude mitts to spank my now fully red cheeks. I realize my moans and grunts are of pleasure; I am finding delight in obeying the Order. Master Kamp proceeds the ritual, alternating between smacking my butt and capturing my balls. I sense that he has applied lube to his mitts and between the slaps of the ritual he starts to stroke my penis. Another surprise to be certain, but as with the slaps I sensed ginormous delight and pride that I was doing this in service of the Order. I had always thought this was a sin, but now I realize that was only because I had been doing it alone and not within the parameters of the Order. My meatpipe is fully rigid now, the idea of obeying both Master Kamp and the Order making it engorge fully. He is both forceful and methodical in fapping me, letting me know he wants me to reach my climax. All these fresh feelings, these fresh revelations, and simply the idea of obeying elicit an entirely fresh and unrelenting sense of enlivenment and pleasure. Before I even know it’s happening, my rigid meatpipe starts to squirt, my moans louder than I thought they could ever get. Master Kamp trains me to stand up, and I do. He reaches down to where I shot my milk and scoops some of it onto his fingers. He reaches up and gropes my bottom lip with the jism-covered frigs and plunges them into my mouth, making me taste it. This lets me know that I have received the Disciplinary activity as I was supposed to. He is proud of me. I am exhausted, but I am already looking forward to my next one.
Even before I officially entered the Order, I had already learned a supreme deal about what exactly it meant to be a part of it and what that would entail. To most, Disciplinary activity would sound like punishment. But here in the Order, it is simply a reminder that all that we do, and all that we practice is to serve a higher purpose. Physically, it is to stand alongside my brothers (the other Apprentices) in the Order and to learn from the elders (our lecturers and Grandmasters) how we fulfill that goal by obeying and servicing them. Historically, discipline has always been athletic as instructing under some sort of tutelage or authority. It also means to be able to manage oneself. Here at the order, it is a concoction of all of these. The idea of it being a reprimand, here, it means more of a warning. But even if it were a penalty or reprimand – I’d be lounging if I said I haven’t been looking forward to it ever since I learned what being an Apprentice in the Order meant. For some, surrendering their physical bod to be used in honor of the Order and its divine goal may sound like a nightmare considering all the work it takes and what you have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the lecturers themselves who were once in our highly shoes, it is an absolute honor. My Disciplinary activity will be administered by Master Kamp. I have seen him around plenty, and have had the privilege of hearing him speak, but the idea of being one on one with him in one of the ceremonial dark bedrooms makes my whole bod hum with excitement. albeit I know he can’t state it explicitly, I expect that by the end of the activity he is left experiencing proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much skill as one can attain before actually experiencing it from within. As I walk into the bedroom I stand next to Master Kamp as he sits in the red chair. He looks stately, confident, and assertive. Exactly what you would expect from a dude of his station. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I attempt my finest to stash my excitement. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I obey I expect I’m not too apparently eager. He adjusts me over his lap by capturing me by my thighs, and then starts the Disciplinary Action. He gives one of my cheeks a knead before elevating it and bringing it back down forcefully. He repeats the activity on my other cheek, and then back and forward from one cheek to the other. I don’t even realize my grunts are actually moans, and I sense him start to slap harder. My moans turn into actual grunts, but within them, the moans stay nonetheless. What is eliciting this? albeit I am aware that Disciplinary activity will serve me well in the future within the Order, there seem to be fresh feelings arising alongside my general enlivenment of being a part of this Brotherhood. What happened next was an even thicker shock. When I got up, Master Kamp asked me to liquidate my pants. I hesitated briefly, simply to ask if I had heard that right. I haven’t ever heard of this as being a part of the rituals before. A part of me perceives bad for having to make him repeat himself, but I’m expecting that my quick compliance makes up for it, and I find myself expecting that he does sense my passion and willingness. Again, though, there seem to be fresh feelings erection up inwards me along with my yearning to be a fulfilling Apprentice. He asks for my belt. Now only in my special undergarments, he asks me to lay back over his lap again. He proceeds the ritual, this time smacking each cheek with my belt with only one skinny fabric layer protecting my skin. After a few slaps with the belt, he switches to using a paddle. My grunts, even louder now, still have a moan mingled in. As I attempt to stifle them (so he doesn’t notice the latter) I attempt to process their meaning in the moment. I sense him tug my undergarment down slightly. I should sense fearful, but I don’t. Instead I let myself go and just let it happen. I can sense inwards myself though, that I want it to happen. He takes the spanking paddle to my nude butt now; I have lost myself in it all and surrender. Whatever sounds I am making, I now know they are the right ones, and all in service of my Master, and further – in service of the Order. When he finishes he lets me stand up, but asks me to liquidate my t-shirt next. Again, he asks that I lay back over his lap. I am embarking to witness the clearer goal here. The Disciplinary activity gets taller more forceful as I become more vulnerable. The vulnerability here switches with my various states of sundress and undress. Master Kamp proceeds the ritual, smacking my bountiful nude cheeks with the spanking paddle again. He asks me if I like it, and if I want it. I reply in the affirmative, I know my purpose. He then does something rather unexpected, something I wasn’t aware of was a part of the ritual. He reaches under me thru my undergarment and takes hold of my balls, pulling at them. He proceeds the ritual using both the spanking paddle and his nude mitts to spank my now fully red cheeks. I realize my moans and grunts are of pleasure; I am finding delight in obeying the Order. Master Kamp proceeds the ritual, alternating between smacking my butt and capturing my balls. I sense that he has applied lube to his mitts and between the slaps of the ritual he starts to stroke my penis. Another surprise to be certain, but as with the slaps I sensed ginormous delight and pride that I was doing this in service of the Order. I had always thought this was a sin, but now I realize that was only because I had been doing it alone and not within the parameters of the Order. My meatpipe is fully rigid now, the idea of obeying both Master Kamp and the Order making it engorge fully. He is both forceful and methodical in fapping me, letting me know he wants me to reach my climax. All these fresh feelings, these fresh revelations, and simply the idea of obeying elicit an entirely fresh and unrelenting sense of enlivenment and pleasure. Before I even know it’s happening, my rigid meatpipe starts to squirt, my moans louder than I thought they could ever get. Master Kamp trains me to stand up, and I do. He reaches down to where I shot my milk and scoops some of it onto his fingers. He reaches up and gropes my bottom lip with the jism-covered frigs and plunges them into my mouth, making me taste it. This lets me know that I have received the Disciplinary activity as I was supposed to. He is proud of me. I am exhausted, but I am already looking forward to my next one.
Added: 2023-03-14 • Views: 87 • Duration: 22:43
Categories: Bareback, BDSM, Hardcore, Kissing, Rough, Spanking, Twinks • Studio: Masonic Boys • Models: Master Kamp, Apprentice Foster
