Masonic Studs - Apprentice Ethan Tate - Chapter 6 - The Sacrament
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The ceremony of the Sacrament is an ancient ritual—one so shrouded in mystery that no one is fairly sure of its origins. For many, many years, its secrets have been transferred down orally. Its primary concentrate is to take an Apprentice beyond the zone of trust and subjugation into a space where he can feel deep fulfillment. Heart, mind, and bod are stimulated, and there are few more strenuous experiences both for him or for his Master. Apprentice Tate is nearing the end of his training. He’s been with us for some time and has become one of our most arousing trainees. Reading over his notes, it’s rock-hard to imagine him as the ultra-kinky child he once was. He’s become one of our most conscientious and servant Apprentices and his future within The Order looks to be golden. Sure, there are still some tenuous creases to metal out. He has a tendency not to do up the top button of his shirt. It sounds petty, but this behaviour implies either carelessness or defiance and it will not be tolerated. As is customary, I wore the mask of the Witch Doctor, standing behind the Apprentice and mildly running my arms up and down his bod until every one of his perceives were activated. I could watch in his slate-blue eyes that he desired me and that my touch was gradually sending him into a madness of lust. I undid one of his t-shirt buttons and thrust my large mitt against his chest, permitting it to drift down to his belly. I liquidated my mask and he held his breath as I undid his purple tie, the back of which, I noted, was adorned in flecks of dried semen. A gesticulate of anticipation was plainly surging thru his bod which made my stiffy twitch. The Sacrament ceremony requires a tormentor to experience the art of deep restraint, which is no effortless task. As the Apprentice becomes aroused it becomes increasingly difficult for the tormentor to hold back, but it is vital to do so to prevent an inappropriate power reversal. Once his truss and t-shirt had been entirely removed, I pushed up his undershirt and made skin-on-skin contact with his pale, well-defined chest. I allowed my mitt to ramble south, under his belt and then inbetween his legs, seizing his rock-hard dick in my hand. I pulled his head back and contemplated smooching his soft, ruby crimson lips. But it was too soon, so I focused instead on his nipples, which hardened to my touch as his flesh bankrupt out into luxurious goosebumps. Still entirely suited and booted, I pressed my groin into his backside. The delight was thrilling and prompted me to gently munch his lips before smooching him with fine passion. I carefully undid his belt and threw it aside. It made a metallic clatter as it hit the floor. I then unbuckled his fly, scooping his arms up and compelling them behind his back as I carefully revealed his beautiful penis. As I slowly ran my mitt up and down his shaft, he started to whimper. I whispered in his ear, ordering him to linger still as I slowly fapped his dick. It instantly became clear that I needed to taste the pre-cum which was forming in his piss-slit, so I allowed my lips to slip up and down his dick, while using my tongue to taunt out his appetizing nectar. I stood again, saying him how proud I was of him. I’ve never wordy a truer set of words. I pushed him over the bench and liquidated my suit jacket before spinning up my sleeves. His culo looked so enticing; smooth, round, peach-like. I instantly sank my tongue into it, using copious amounts of slaver to lubricate it before frigging it thoroughly, shoveling my thumb down towards his guts until he was choking with excitement. His culo was stretching like a flower, so I pushed him onto his back on the bench, threw his gams apart, then stood inbetween them. I started quickly undoing my t-shirt and pulling my dick out of my suit trousers, taunting his fuck-hole with my good-sized tip. It didn’t take much to get my dick inwards him. I gently squashed his neck with my mitt to distract him while I slid in, liking the glance of enthusiastic surprise on his face. I fucked him real slow to commence with, turning him onto his side so that his culo felt even tighter on my dick. I unleashed and got him to stand up with one knee up on the bench, facing away from me. It was in this posture that I was able to commence to increase the pace and energy of my strokes. I was soon banging him with utter force. He grunted like a true tramp as I went firmer and deeper. I could feel the cum rising, and attempted to hold off, but I’d transferred the point of no return. I had to shoot. I unleashed and erupted all over his back. The man chowder flew all the way up to his shoulder blades and gushed down his spine. I instantly re-entered him, and used my thumbs to wipe my cum into his face as I pushed the rest of what I’d blasted into him. We kissed. It was a kiss which told him fairly how well he’d done and how much I’d liked this Sacrament.
The ceremony of the Sacrament is an ancient ritual—one so shrouded in mystery that no one is fairly sure of its origins. For many, many years, its secrets have been transferred down orally. Its primary concentrate is to take an Apprentice beyond the zone of trust and subjugation into a space where he can feel deep fulfillment. Heart, mind, and bod are stimulated, and there are few more strenuous experiences both for him or for his Master. Apprentice Tate is nearing the end of his training. He’s been with us for some time and has become one of our most arousing trainees. Reading over his notes, it’s rock-hard to imagine him as the ultra-kinky child he once was. He’s become one of our most conscientious and servant Apprentices and his future within The Order looks to be golden. Sure, there are still some tenuous creases to metal out. He has a tendency not to do up the top button of his shirt. It sounds petty, but this behaviour implies either carelessness or defiance and it will not be tolerated. As is customary, I wore the mask of the Witch Doctor, standing behind the Apprentice and mildly running my arms up and down his bod until every one of his perceives were activated. I could watch in his slate-blue eyes that he desired me and that my touch was gradually sending him into a madness of lust. I undid one of his t-shirt buttons and thrust my large mitt against his chest, permitting it to drift down to his belly. I liquidated my mask and he held his breath as I undid his purple tie, the back of which, I noted, was adorned in flecks of dried semen. A gesticulate of anticipation was plainly surging thru his bod which made my stiffy twitch. The Sacrament ceremony requires a tormentor to experience the art of deep restraint, which is no effortless task. As the Apprentice becomes aroused it becomes increasingly difficult for the tormentor to hold back, but it is vital to do so to prevent an inappropriate power reversal. Once his truss and t-shirt had been entirely removed, I pushed up his undershirt and made skin-on-skin contact with his pale, well-defined chest. I allowed my mitt to ramble south, under his belt and then inbetween his legs, seizing his rock-hard dick in my hand. I pulled his head back and contemplated smooching his soft, ruby crimson lips. But it was too soon, so I focused instead on his nipples, which hardened to my touch as his flesh bankrupt out into luxurious goosebumps. Still entirely suited and booted, I pressed my groin into his backside. The delight was thrilling and prompted me to gently munch his lips before smooching him with fine passion. I carefully undid his belt and threw it aside. It made a metallic clatter as it hit the floor. I then unbuckled his fly, scooping his arms up and compelling them behind his back as I carefully revealed his beautiful penis. As I slowly ran my mitt up and down his shaft, he started to whimper. I whispered in his ear, ordering him to linger still as I slowly fapped his dick. It instantly became clear that I needed to taste the pre-cum which was forming in his piss-slit, so I allowed my lips to slip up and down his dick, while using my tongue to taunt out his appetizing nectar. I stood again, saying him how proud I was of him. I’ve never wordy a truer set of words. I pushed him over the bench and liquidated my suit jacket before spinning up my sleeves. His culo looked so enticing; smooth, round, peach-like. I instantly sank my tongue into it, using copious amounts of slaver to lubricate it before frigging it thoroughly, shoveling my thumb down towards his guts until he was choking with excitement. His culo was stretching like a flower, so I pushed him onto his back on the bench, threw his gams apart, then stood inbetween them. I started quickly undoing my t-shirt and pulling my dick out of my suit trousers, taunting his fuck-hole with my good-sized tip. It didn’t take much to get my dick inwards him. I gently squashed his neck with my mitt to distract him while I slid in, liking the glance of enthusiastic surprise on his face. I fucked him real slow to commence with, turning him onto his side so that his culo felt even tighter on my dick. I unleashed and got him to stand up with one knee up on the bench, facing away from me. It was in this posture that I was able to commence to increase the pace and energy of my strokes. I was soon banging him with utter force. He grunted like a true tramp as I went firmer and deeper. I could feel the cum rising, and attempted to hold off, but I’d transferred the point of no return. I had to shoot. I unleashed and erupted all over his back. The man chowder flew all the way up to his shoulder blades and gushed down his spine. I instantly re-entered him, and used my thumbs to wipe my cum into his face as I pushed the rest of what I’d blasted into him. We kissed. It was a kiss which told him fairly how well he’d done and how much I’d liked this Sacrament.
Added: 2025-04-04 • Views: 17 • Duration: 29:32
Categories: Anal, Bareback, Blowjob, Doctor, Fingering, Hardcore, Kissing, Old Man, Pissing, Rough • Studio: Masonic Boys • Models: Ethan Tate, Dillon Stone
