Masonic Studs - Apprentice Monroe - Chapter 3
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Discipline is both a noun and a verb. It is the act of teaching someone physically or mentally, either someone else or yourself. The term can also be used to describe the activity of punishment. In the case of The , discipline is the vehicle to help youthful fellows who arrive at nicer versions of themselves. It is beyond grammatical rules — it is the concept of purpose, directly administered. In the case of youthful Apprentice Monroe, the time for his discipline had come. He had already been with, and vetted by, teachers Figata and Kamp. He had learned much about the delight of men, and his expected role in giving it. What he had not learned yet, but will, is that pain can be a pleasure, too. It can lead to something larger, something grander than oneself. And a grander and larger presence than any Apprentice Monroe had encountered before waited for him in a darkened room. He perceived a chill run thru him at the view of this imposing figure. This intense man, carved by time and strength, with the eyes of a hawk and the kind of grin that made one perceive small, was Grandmaster Legrand. Sitting on a crimson tabouret that framed him in stark contrast to the rest of the room, Legrand studied the youthful apprentice as he entered. The Grandmaster’s thumbs traced the brink of the wooden board; its dark surface polished to a slight sheen. Monroe shivered at the view of the Master's mitt on it. He had not seen such a structure before, but as it was pronged with meatpipes of enlargening girth and shaped with domes at the top, its aim needed little imagination to figure out. Grandmaster Legrand taught the apprentice to undress himself of his clothes one chunk at a time. Tie, sundress shirt, belt, slacks — all suggested as sacrifice to the Grandmaster. When Apprentice Monroe was down to nothing but his sacred garbs the sir signaled the boy to come next to him. The apprentice guzzled rigid as the Master's mitts rambled throughout his body. They inspected every inch of his skin, leaving trails of fever everywhere they went. It was an experience so intense the boy could only stand there frozen like a statue, incapable to budge unless his sir ordered him. When Legrand reached down and stroked the youthful apprentice's manmeat thru the cloth it brought weak, sniveling sounds of out of the boy. that grew in volume as Legrand tweaked his youthful nipples, and thumbed the head of his boy-cock. satiated with the cry of delight from Apprentice Monroe, Legrand fished Maxx's meat from the cloth and confined it inbetween 2 fingers. Then he arched forth and drew the cockhead into his lips. He guzzled it in long, sensuous gulps, taunted and tasted it with his tongue, and made it pop from absorption when he removed it from his mouth. The sir could tell from taste alone that Maxx was ready. He had him liquidate the last of his garments, then guided the boy with a slight gesticulate of his massive mitt toward the far end of the wooden board. With a silver container of sacred oils, Apprentice Monroe frosted the first, and smallest, of the prongs. Once slick, he straddled the bench and, with excellent care, lowered himself onto the first-ever prong. As he did so, Legrand locked onto his gaze. The sir granted him a slight, steely nod and, after a lengthy exhale, the Apprentice lowered himself down farther still until the prong shoveled inwards his rectum. Thanks to both the lubricant of the sacred greases and the lessons from his prior masters, the boy conquered this first-ever prong with ease. He moved up and down it, permitting the super-steamy oil-coated shaft to stretched him. It wouldn't be discipline if the task was easy, though. Recognizing the man's accomplishment, Legrand ordered him forth toward the next one. It was a little larger than the first-ever and a little longer. The sacred grease helped again as he relaxed himself down onto it. He took a deep breath before gliding himself up and down the rod. Then, on order from his master, the boy looked over the battlefield in front of him. The third one Apprentice Monroe conquered was wider and longer; but not yet the biggest. That honor didn't belong to the fourth one, either, which stretched him beyond what he thought he could handle, leaving him a shaking, weakened wreck. Which is why when he came to the final prong, the one closest to his Master, the boy couldn't fairly take it in sans losing control. It wasn't just the length, but the unbelievable girth! Only the most expert of puckers could even expect to treatment this one. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, his sweating bod gliding as far as it could down the oil-slicked plug. His sir watched intently. When the boy opened his eyes again, his quaking lips admitted defeat. And that's fine, the Grandmaster thought. Life is total of hurdles to fight against. teachers is the recognize that in situations like these the boys are looking for guidance from their elders. Grandmaster Legrand ordered the apprentice off the prong. The boy nodded humbly and lifted his trembling frame. His eyes glued to his Master's form. The way this DILF was sitting he was distinguished manliness personified — and Legrand knew the effect it would have on his apprentice. A quaking erection stood upright from inbetween the man's legs, the head of which glistened with pre-cum from its tour down the board of prongs. The Grandmaster ordered him to get onto all fours on the bench and, with excellent eagerness, the boy complied. Legrand grinned as he noticed how the muscles of the boy’s donk clenched in anticipation of what was coming next. The Grandmaster had already put many of his youthful charges thru this and was blessed to have another opportunity to love this pleasure. He scrupulously tested the hallway of the man's stretched rectum with his studly fingers. Satisfied, he spinned up his sleeves, unzipped his trousers and placed himself behind his charge. As the yam-sized boy slipped himself into the little twink's bottom, the Apprentice choked noisily into the boards below. Legrand push rigid into the boy’s sweating, riled body. He withdrew before jamming back inwards once more, and pumped his bod again and again with carnal thrusts. The yam-sized sir romped the youngster like this until all that boy could watch was stars, and all that he could hear was the creaking of the board supporting his body. When Legrand ultimately came, he bred the boy with a rush of primal . His piston caused the apprentice's eyes to roll back into his head and a shout to escape from the boy’s ragged throat. The Grandmaster eventually unleashed and, once they both recovered, the tall sir tenderly helped the trembling bottom to stand. He clothed the boy back in his original clothes, brushing out the suggestion of wrinkles with his strong palm. Legrand manacled his own sleeves, arched into the man's ear, and whispered praise for the apprentice’s performance, gave advice on how he could improve for The , and preparations he'd need to make for his future ordination. Apprentice Monroe, still sweating and gasping, listened, nodded, and obeyed...
Discipline is both a noun and a verb. It is the act of teaching someone physically or mentally, either someone else or yourself. The term can also be used to describe the activity of punishment. In the case of The , discipline is the vehicle to help youthful fellows who arrive at nicer versions of themselves. It is beyond grammatical rules — it is the concept of purpose, directly administered. In the case of youthful Apprentice Monroe, the time for his discipline had come. He had already been with, and vetted by, teachers Figata and Kamp. He had learned much about the delight of men, and his expected role in giving it. What he had not learned yet, but will, is that pain can be a pleasure, too. It can lead to something larger, something grander than oneself. And a grander and larger presence than any Apprentice Monroe had encountered before waited for him in a darkened room. He perceived a chill run thru him at the view of this imposing figure. This intense man, carved by time and strength, with the eyes of a hawk and the kind of grin that made one perceive small, was Grandmaster Legrand. Sitting on a crimson tabouret that framed him in stark contrast to the rest of the room, Legrand studied the youthful apprentice as he entered. The Grandmaster’s thumbs traced the brink of the wooden board; its dark surface polished to a slight sheen. Monroe shivered at the view of the Master's mitt on it. He had not seen such a structure before, but as it was pronged with meatpipes of enlargening girth and shaped with domes at the top, its aim needed little imagination to figure out. Grandmaster Legrand taught the apprentice to undress himself of his clothes one chunk at a time. Tie, sundress shirt, belt, slacks — all suggested as sacrifice to the Grandmaster. When Apprentice Monroe was down to nothing but his sacred garbs the sir signaled the boy to come next to him. The apprentice guzzled rigid as the Master's mitts rambled throughout his body. They inspected every inch of his skin, leaving trails of fever everywhere they went. It was an experience so intense the boy could only stand there frozen like a statue, incapable to budge unless his sir ordered him. When Legrand reached down and stroked the youthful apprentice's manmeat thru the cloth it brought weak, sniveling sounds of out of the boy. that grew in volume as Legrand tweaked his youthful nipples, and thumbed the head of his boy-cock. satiated with the cry of delight from Apprentice Monroe, Legrand fished Maxx's meat from the cloth and confined it inbetween 2 fingers. Then he arched forth and drew the cockhead into his lips. He guzzled it in long, sensuous gulps, taunted and tasted it with his tongue, and made it pop from absorption when he removed it from his mouth. The sir could tell from taste alone that Maxx was ready. He had him liquidate the last of his garments, then guided the boy with a slight gesticulate of his massive mitt toward the far end of the wooden board. With a silver container of sacred oils, Apprentice Monroe frosted the first, and smallest, of the prongs. Once slick, he straddled the bench and, with excellent care, lowered himself onto the first-ever prong. As he did so, Legrand locked onto his gaze. The sir granted him a slight, steely nod and, after a lengthy exhale, the Apprentice lowered himself down farther still until the prong shoveled inwards his rectum. Thanks to both the lubricant of the sacred greases and the lessons from his prior masters, the boy conquered this first-ever prong with ease. He moved up and down it, permitting the super-steamy oil-coated shaft to stretched him. It wouldn't be discipline if the task was easy, though. Recognizing the man's accomplishment, Legrand ordered him forth toward the next one. It was a little larger than the first-ever and a little longer. The sacred grease helped again as he relaxed himself down onto it. He took a deep breath before gliding himself up and down the rod. Then, on order from his master, the boy looked over the battlefield in front of him. The third one Apprentice Monroe conquered was wider and longer; but not yet the biggest. That honor didn't belong to the fourth one, either, which stretched him beyond what he thought he could handle, leaving him a shaking, weakened wreck. Which is why when he came to the final prong, the one closest to his Master, the boy couldn't fairly take it in sans losing control. It wasn't just the length, but the unbelievable girth! Only the most expert of puckers could even expect to treatment this one. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, his sweating bod gliding as far as it could down the oil-slicked plug. His sir watched intently. When the boy opened his eyes again, his quaking lips admitted defeat. And that's fine, the Grandmaster thought. Life is total of hurdles to fight against. teachers is the recognize that in situations like these the boys are looking for guidance from their elders. Grandmaster Legrand ordered the apprentice off the prong. The boy nodded humbly and lifted his trembling frame. His eyes glued to his Master's form. The way this DILF was sitting he was distinguished manliness personified — and Legrand knew the effect it would have on his apprentice. A quaking erection stood upright from inbetween the man's legs, the head of which glistened with pre-cum from its tour down the board of prongs. The Grandmaster ordered him to get onto all fours on the bench and, with excellent eagerness, the boy complied. Legrand grinned as he noticed how the muscles of the boy’s donk clenched in anticipation of what was coming next. The Grandmaster had already put many of his youthful charges thru this and was blessed to have another opportunity to love this pleasure. He scrupulously tested the hallway of the man's stretched rectum with his studly fingers. Satisfied, he spinned up his sleeves, unzipped his trousers and placed himself behind his charge. As the yam-sized boy slipped himself into the little twink's bottom, the Apprentice choked noisily into the boards below. Legrand push rigid into the boy’s sweating, riled body. He withdrew before jamming back inwards once more, and pumped his bod again and again with carnal thrusts. The yam-sized sir romped the youngster like this until all that boy could watch was stars, and all that he could hear was the creaking of the board supporting his body. When Legrand ultimately came, he bred the boy with a rush of primal . His piston caused the apprentice's eyes to roll back into his head and a shout to escape from the boy’s ragged throat. The Grandmaster eventually unleashed and, once they both recovered, the tall sir tenderly helped the trembling bottom to stand. He clothed the boy back in his original clothes, brushing out the suggestion of wrinkles with his strong palm. Legrand manacled his own sleeves, arched into the man's ear, and whispered praise for the apprentice’s performance, gave advice on how he could improve for The , and preparations he'd need to make for his future ordination. Apprentice Monroe, still sweating and gasping, listened, nodded, and obeyed...
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