Masonic Folks - 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 spunk-pumps underneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He felt Grandmaster Angus’ big, wooly mitts on his shabby out ass, fumbling him and soothing him as he stared down at the objects of his atonement. The first-ever few butt-plugs stretched him out fine, with only a humble amount of struggle before he found himself satiated with his own capability. But the last 2 did him in, stretching him beyond what he could handle, leaving him a shaking, exhausted wreck. He tried to muster up the power to continue, but alas, he had to bow out, leaving the final and biggest butt-plug 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 pleasure in the sensitive fumbles to his ass. Ryan felt a warm tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his exhausted insides. He pulled out sensitive moans, thankful for the gentle massage and relaxation. He dreamed 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, stripping down to just his lingerie as Apprentice Ryan served his orders. The young fellow didn’t know how much farther he would go, but all of a sudden and without warning, he felt something slide into his burning torrid hole. At first, Ryan feared 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 boner glided inwards him with a single thrust, not hesitating or stopping. Apprentice Ryan was well heated up enough to treat the senior man’s member, his fuck-hole liberate enough to breed but still cock-squeezing enough to grip. Instinctively, the young fellow clenched down on Angus’ cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the explosion he carried in his hairy, dangling nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became habitual to the fucking, he found his boner kicking off to harden and seep out a sustained geyser of precum. It dripped down onto the dark wood bench, pooling up and streaking as his figure rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his mitts around Ryan’s neck, holding him in place with a rock hard capture without choking him. Though, as Angus’ breeding pushes increased in pace and intensity, the burly man’s capture from time to time tightened, giving Ryan a thrilling sensing of conformity and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the educators that in the temple, his figure 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 controlled and owned. He belonged to him, juggling on the end of his boner with his neck in a vice grip, sensing his insides shift to make room for the throbbing member of the senior man. Bishop Angus felt himself approaching climax. As he did, he squeezed Ryan’s neck a lil' tighter. The arousal was enough to send splashes of power to his loins, causing a chain response that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, white jizz sprung from his cock, cramming up the apprentice’s fuck-hole as he struggled to remain upright and still. Ryan breathed deep, sensing the milky explosion 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 spunk-pumps underneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He felt Grandmaster Angus’ big, wooly mitts on his shabby out ass, fumbling him and soothing him as he stared down at the objects of his atonement. The first-ever few butt-plugs stretched him out fine, with only a humble amount of struggle before he found himself satiated with his own capability. But the last 2 did him in, stretching him beyond what he could handle, leaving him a shaking, exhausted wreck. He tried to muster up the power to continue, but alas, he had to bow out, leaving the final and biggest butt-plug 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 pleasure in the sensitive fumbles to his ass. Ryan felt a warm tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his exhausted insides. He pulled out sensitive moans, thankful for the gentle massage and relaxation. He dreamed 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, stripping down to just his lingerie as Apprentice Ryan served his orders. The young fellow didn’t know how much farther he would go, but all of a sudden and without warning, he felt something slide into his burning torrid hole. At first, Ryan feared 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 boner glided inwards him with a single thrust, not hesitating or stopping. Apprentice Ryan was well heated up enough to treat the senior man’s member, his fuck-hole liberate enough to breed but still cock-squeezing enough to grip. Instinctively, the young fellow clenched down on Angus’ cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the explosion he carried in his hairy, dangling nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became habitual to the fucking, he found his boner kicking off to harden and seep out a sustained geyser of precum. It dripped down onto the dark wood bench, pooling up and streaking as his figure rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his mitts around Ryan’s neck, holding him in place with a rock hard capture without choking him. Though, as Angus’ breeding pushes increased in pace and intensity, the burly man’s capture from time to time tightened, giving Ryan a thrilling sensing of conformity and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the educators that in the temple, his figure 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 controlled and owned. He belonged to him, juggling on the end of his boner with his neck in a vice grip, sensing his insides shift to make room for the throbbing member of the senior man. Bishop Angus felt himself approaching climax. As he did, he squeezed Ryan’s neck a lil' tighter. The arousal was enough to send splashes of power to his loins, causing a chain response that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, white jizz sprung from his cock, cramming up the apprentice’s fuck-hole as he struggled to remain upright and still. Ryan breathed deep, sensing the milky explosion 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: 2023-11-14 • Views: 30 • Duration: 28:56
