Masonic Men - Apprentice Cherish - Chapter 1 - Disciplinary Action
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Even before I officially entered the Order, I had already learned a great 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 experience is to obey a higher purpose. Physically, it is to stand alongside my brothers (the other Apprentices) in the Order and to learn from the elders (our Masters and Grandmasters) how we fulfill that objective by conforming and servicing them. Historically, discipline has always been rock hard torn as teaching under some sort of tutelage or authority. It also means to be able to control 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 lying 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, providing up their corporal bod to be used in honor of the Order and its divine objective may sound like a nightmare considering all the work it takes and what you have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the Masters themselves who were once in our highly shoes, it is an absolute honor. My Disciplinary activity will be administered by tormentor 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 rooms makes my whole bod buzz with excitement. albeit I know he can’t state it explicitly, I hope that by the end of the activity he is left feeling proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much mastery as one can attain before actually perceiving it from within. As I walk into the apartment I stand next to tormentor Kamp as he sits in the crimson chair. He looks stately, confident, and assertive. Exactly what you would hope from a man of his station. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I try my finest to lurk my excitement. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I comply I hope I’m not too clearly eager. He adjusts me over his lap by taking hold of me by my thighs, and then begins the Disciplinary Action. He gives one of my cheeks a paw 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 perceive him start to slap harder. My moans turn into actual grunts, but within them, the moans linger nonetheless. What is eliciting this? albeit I am aware that Disciplinary activity will obey me well in the future within the Order, there seem to be new feelings arising alongside my general excitement of being a part of this Brotherhood. What happened next was an even fatter shock. When I got up, tormentor 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 feels bad for having to make him repeat himself, but I’m hoping that my quick compliance makes up for it, and I find myself hoping that he does sense my zeal and willingness. Again, though, there seem to be new feelings full salute up inside me along with my yearning to be a fulfilling Apprentice. He asks for my belt. Now only in my sensational undergarments, he asks me to lay back over his lap again. He resumes the ritual, this time slapping each cheek with my belt with only one lean 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 bellow mingled in. As I try to stifle them (so he doesn’t notice the latter) I try to process their meaning in the moment. I perceive him tug my undergarment down slightly. I should perceive fearful, but I don’t. Instead I let myself go and just let it happen. I can perceive inside myself though, that I want it to happen. He takes the spanking paddle to my naked culo 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 farther – in service of the Order. When he completes 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 beginning to watch the clearer objective here. The Disciplinary activity increases in size more forceful as I become more vulnerable. The vulnerability here switches with my various states of sundress and undress. tormentor Kamp resumes the ritual, spanking my bountiful naked 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 grabs my balls, pulling at them. He resumes the ritual using both the spanking paddle and his naked mitts to spank my now fully crimson cheeks. I realize my moans and grunts are of pleasure; I am finding delectation in conforming the Order. tormentor Kamp resumes the ritual, alternating between spanking my culo and taking hold of my balls. I perceive that he has applied lube to his mitts and between the slaps of the ritual he begins to stroke my penis. Another surprise to be certain, but as with the slaps I perceived fat delectation 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 rosy cigar is fully rock hard now, the idea of conforming both tormentor Kamp and the Order making it engorge fully. He is both forceful and methodical in milking me, letting me know he wants me to reach my climax. All these new feelings, these new revelations, and simply the idea of conforming elicit an entirely new and unrelenting sense of excitement and pleasure. Before I even know it’s happening, my rock hard rosy cigar begins to squirt, my moans louder than I thought they could ever get. tormentor Kamp teaches 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 caresses my bottom lip with the jism-covered fingers and stuffs 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 great 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 experience is to obey a higher purpose. Physically, it is to stand alongside my brothers (the other Apprentices) in the Order and to learn from the elders (our Masters and Grandmasters) how we fulfill that objective by conforming and servicing them. Historically, discipline has always been rock hard torn as teaching under some sort of tutelage or authority. It also means to be able to control 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 lying 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, providing up their corporal bod to be used in honor of the Order and its divine objective may sound like a nightmare considering all the work it takes and what you have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the Masters themselves who were once in our highly shoes, it is an absolute honor. My Disciplinary activity will be administered by tormentor 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 rooms makes my whole bod buzz with excitement. albeit I know he can’t state it explicitly, I hope that by the end of the activity he is left feeling proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much mastery as one can attain before actually perceiving it from within. As I walk into the apartment I stand next to tormentor Kamp as he sits in the crimson chair. He looks stately, confident, and assertive. Exactly what you would hope from a man of his station. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I try my finest to lurk my excitement. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I comply I hope I’m not too clearly eager. He adjusts me over his lap by taking hold of me by my thighs, and then begins the Disciplinary Action. He gives one of my cheeks a paw 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 perceive him start to slap harder. My moans turn into actual grunts, but within them, the moans linger nonetheless. What is eliciting this? albeit I am aware that Disciplinary activity will obey me well in the future within the Order, there seem to be new feelings arising alongside my general excitement of being a part of this Brotherhood. What happened next was an even fatter shock. When I got up, tormentor 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 feels bad for having to make him repeat himself, but I’m hoping that my quick compliance makes up for it, and I find myself hoping that he does sense my zeal and willingness. Again, though, there seem to be new feelings full salute up inside me along with my yearning to be a fulfilling Apprentice. He asks for my belt. Now only in my sensational undergarments, he asks me to lay back over his lap again. He resumes the ritual, this time slapping each cheek with my belt with only one lean 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 bellow mingled in. As I try to stifle them (so he doesn’t notice the latter) I try to process their meaning in the moment. I perceive him tug my undergarment down slightly. I should perceive fearful, but I don’t. Instead I let myself go and just let it happen. I can perceive inside myself though, that I want it to happen. He takes the spanking paddle to my naked culo 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 farther – in service of the Order. When he completes 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 beginning to watch the clearer objective here. The Disciplinary activity increases in size more forceful as I become more vulnerable. The vulnerability here switches with my various states of sundress and undress. tormentor Kamp resumes the ritual, spanking my bountiful naked 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 grabs my balls, pulling at them. He resumes the ritual using both the spanking paddle and his naked mitts to spank my now fully crimson cheeks. I realize my moans and grunts are of pleasure; I am finding delectation in conforming the Order. tormentor Kamp resumes the ritual, alternating between spanking my culo and taking hold of my balls. I perceive that he has applied lube to his mitts and between the slaps of the ritual he begins to stroke my penis. Another surprise to be certain, but as with the slaps I perceived fat delectation 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 rosy cigar is fully rock hard now, the idea of conforming both tormentor Kamp and the Order making it engorge fully. He is both forceful and methodical in milking me, letting me know he wants me to reach my climax. All these new feelings, these new revelations, and simply the idea of conforming elicit an entirely new and unrelenting sense of excitement and pleasure. Before I even know it’s happening, my rock hard rosy cigar begins to squirt, my moans louder than I thought they could ever get. tormentor Kamp teaches 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 caresses my bottom lip with the jism-covered fingers and stuffs 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: 2022-11-02 • Views: 44 • Duration: 22:43
Categories: Bareback, BDSM, Hardcore, Kissing, Rough, Spanking, Twinks • Studio: Masonic Boys • Models: Master Kamp, Apprentice Foster
