Masonic Men - Apprentice Basinger: Chapter 3
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I received another message from sir Cox this morning. I was to immediately report to guest room 11 where I’d receive farther instructions. I’d heard nothing from him since my penalty a month ago. I’d been attempting to keep my head down and work as hard as I could in the expect he’d hear good things about my progress, so I sincerely expected I wasn’t in trouble again. I indeed really want sir Cox to be satiated with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of male energy which I find extremely forcing and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to sense him inwards me again. So, I went to guest room 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to sundress myself in the milky ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg. It took me the longest time to bod out how to put them on. At highly first look they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated milky fabric. I got into fairly a panic attempting to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being disciplined again. In the end I think I controlled to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I perceived it looked like some sort of baggy toga. I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice saying me to crawl, so I immediately got on all fours. The guest room was blinding. nearly everything inwards was milky and it was indeed brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric. I witnessed sir Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking impressively formal, in a unspoiled milky suit, t-shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how handsome and smart he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a stream inwards me! My eyes moved from Fantana onto a display of unspoiled red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a good-sized milky bed in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so lengthy to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the guest room and I guess it panicked me a lil' - nearly as however that pool of blood crimson were warning me of danger. Then I witnessed sir Cox sitting on the bed and instantly perceived this ultra-kinky bolt of electro-stimulation surging thru my body. He was similarly clad to sir Fantana and looked every bit as smart and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous. I crawled via the guest room toward him and stopped at his feet. He told me to start washing, and some sort of instinct must have crushed in, because I knew I needed to cautiously remove his milky slippers and socks, mildly dip a cloth into the cup of holy water in front of the bed and delicately work it into his feet. I was half hoping him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up. He turned me around and commenced to caress me so intimately. Fireworks immediately commenced exploding in my head and my entire body began to shake. This was my master; the man who’d relaxed me of my boyhood and made me a man in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inwards me again. I needed to relive the energy surge which came when I perceived his life-giving seed erupting into my body. That moment, when he shoved himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to handle however he wanted. I would have done anything for him. He unzipped the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me entirely nude and vulnerable. He trained me to get on my knees before undoing his belt and letting his pants and panties fall to the floor. His manmeat was hard and I gargled it as lovingly as I could while he liquidated the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whining gently. He sat back down on the bed and I continued to use my facehole to gusto him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got entirely carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him perceived right. He shoved me on all 4s down onto the bed and I shove my arse toward him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I perceived the apex of his manmeat sliding over my rip up hole and then leisurely making its way inwards me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining peaceful was important. And then he was making love to me and my manmeat was hard as a rock. I could sense the pre-ejaculate running in streams from my dick. I found myself looking heterosexual at sir Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I dreamed him to look at me. I dreamed him to reminisce shooting his nut nectar inwards me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again. But sir Cox’ manmeat perceived so good. I enjoyed that he seemed as exhilarated this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was shagging me even harder this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my legs back so he could rip up me indeed deep and smooch me intensively at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost. Fantana was fumbling himself and mildly touching my nipples. Then he pulled his hard manmeat out of his suit pants and I got on all 4s and gargled it while sir Cox screwed me like some sort of ultra-kinky beast from behind. Then he commenced to grimace violently and roar and choke and abruptly I could sense his life-seed coming in me again, erupting into me like he’d shoved a hose pipe pipe into my arse and turned on the tap. As he unleashed it busted everywhere. Then Fantana told me to flip onto my back, and commenced jerking his manmeat right over my face, until he exploded into my mouth. Then he kissed me indeed passionately. And I lay there, utter of the jism of these fine men, perceiving stronger, bolder and more beautiful.
I received another message from sir Cox this morning. I was to immediately report to guest room 11 where I’d receive farther instructions. I’d heard nothing from him since my penalty a month ago. I’d been attempting to keep my head down and work as hard as I could in the expect he’d hear good things about my progress, so I sincerely expected I wasn’t in trouble again. I indeed really want sir Cox to be satiated with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of male energy which I find extremely forcing and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to sense him inwards me again. So, I went to guest room 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to sundress myself in the milky ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg. It took me the longest time to bod out how to put them on. At highly first look they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated milky fabric. I got into fairly a panic attempting to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being disciplined again. In the end I think I controlled to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I perceived it looked like some sort of baggy toga. I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice saying me to crawl, so I immediately got on all fours. The guest room was blinding. nearly everything inwards was milky and it was indeed brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric. I witnessed sir Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking impressively formal, in a unspoiled milky suit, t-shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how handsome and smart he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a stream inwards me! My eyes moved from Fantana onto a display of unspoiled red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a good-sized milky bed in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so lengthy to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the guest room and I guess it panicked me a lil' - nearly as however that pool of blood crimson were warning me of danger. Then I witnessed sir Cox sitting on the bed and instantly perceived this ultra-kinky bolt of electro-stimulation surging thru my body. He was similarly clad to sir Fantana and looked every bit as smart and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous. I crawled via the guest room toward him and stopped at his feet. He told me to start washing, and some sort of instinct must have crushed in, because I knew I needed to cautiously remove his milky slippers and socks, mildly dip a cloth into the cup of holy water in front of the bed and delicately work it into his feet. I was half hoping him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up. He turned me around and commenced to caress me so intimately. Fireworks immediately commenced exploding in my head and my entire body began to shake. This was my master; the man who’d relaxed me of my boyhood and made me a man in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inwards me again. I needed to relive the energy surge which came when I perceived his life-giving seed erupting into my body. That moment, when he shoved himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to handle however he wanted. I would have done anything for him. He unzipped the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me entirely nude and vulnerable. He trained me to get on my knees before undoing his belt and letting his pants and panties fall to the floor. His manmeat was hard and I gargled it as lovingly as I could while he liquidated the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whining gently. He sat back down on the bed and I continued to use my facehole to gusto him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got entirely carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him perceived right. He shoved me on all 4s down onto the bed and I shove my arse toward him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I perceived the apex of his manmeat sliding over my rip up hole and then leisurely making its way inwards me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining peaceful was important. And then he was making love to me and my manmeat was hard as a rock. I could sense the pre-ejaculate running in streams from my dick. I found myself looking heterosexual at sir Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I dreamed him to look at me. I dreamed him to reminisce shooting his nut nectar inwards me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again. But sir Cox’ manmeat perceived so good. I enjoyed that he seemed as exhilarated this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was shagging me even harder this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my legs back so he could rip up me indeed deep and smooch me intensively at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost. Fantana was fumbling himself and mildly touching my nipples. Then he pulled his hard manmeat out of his suit pants and I got on all 4s and gargled it while sir Cox screwed me like some sort of ultra-kinky beast from behind. Then he commenced to grimace violently and roar and choke and abruptly I could sense his life-seed coming in me again, erupting into me like he’d shoved a hose pipe pipe into my arse and turned on the tap. As he unleashed it busted everywhere. Then Fantana told me to flip onto my back, and commenced jerking his manmeat right over my face, until he exploded into my mouth. Then he kissed me indeed passionately. And I lay there, utter of the jism of these fine men, perceiving stronger, bolder and more beautiful.
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