Masonic Studs - Apprentice Ryan: Chapter 8
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Marcus always takes a deep breath to sustained his nerves before ambling into one of the formal rooms. He’s never fairly sure what, or who to hope inside. When he spotted Grandmaster Savage in his unspoiled white suit standing in front of the ceremonial table, his heart started screwing indeed fast. Marcus had had highly few dealings with Savage and didn’t know how to action around him, but when he was ordered, fairly all of a sudden and aggressively, to sit on the altar, he started to sense anxious. Savage started to undress nearly immediately. There was something nearly clinical about the way he went about his business, but, when he knelt down to mildly touch ceremonial lubes into Marcus’ feet, the power dynamic switched considerably. Marcus enjoyed the elation of being anointed. He loved the feeling of the Grandmaster’s lubricious mitts invitingly skating via the feet of his feet. It kittled a little, but also sensed comforting and arousing… And if there’s one thing that Marcus had learned during his time with the , it’s that he was never to sense shamefaced of sexual arousal. Savage then instructed Marcus to get down on all fours on the altar before tapping him with his oil-covered fingers, with good precision, in various important bodily locations; temples, ears, eyes, nose, mouth… The boy was briefly unwrapped semi-naked so that his chest could be massaged. He was astonished that the molten lubes made him shudder. He couldn’t tell if he was shaking with fear, or excitement. He completed it was the latter. There was something deeply alluring about Grandmaster Savage. He had such piercing eyes, which peered into Marcus’ soul, seemingly knowing everything about him sans needing to be asked. Savage moved from Marcus’ front to his back, systematically adorning every part of the boy’s slick body with the musky-scented oils. Savage turned his attention to Marcus’ rump cheeks, which he began to nibble erotically. Marcus’ body was his. Savage briefly had his tongue inwards the boy’s timid body, then a few fingers, using meaty flows of saliva to get him oiled up and prepared for action. Marcus trembled as he sensed the Grandmaster climbing onto the altar behind him. Savage was still in his underpants, but they were made of a see-through fabric, so when he shove his swell sausage between Marcus’ bootie cheeks, the boy could sense the stickiness of the Grandmaster’s trickling pre-cum. Savage slowly shoveled his lingerie down before splashing fat quantities of lube onto and into the boy’s yanking hole. Lengthy strands of pre-cum dribbled uncontrollably from the Grandmaster’s over-excited sausage as he started to line himself up with his target. The Grandmaster slowly sank his fat sausage into Marcus’ oily ass, and within seconds, was smashing him at total tilt, rock-hard boner plunging deep into the groaning, well-trained boy. Savage tossed the apprentice onto his back and continued the onslaught. He was horny. The boy had thrilled him and he needed to shoot as briefly as possible. He pulled out and busted an abnormally fat and monstrous load, which strewn via Marcus’ torso, branding him with the Grandmaster’s sensational juices.
Marcus always takes a deep breath to sustained his nerves before ambling into one of the formal rooms. He’s never fairly sure what, or who to hope inside. When he spotted Grandmaster Savage in his unspoiled white suit standing in front of the ceremonial table, his heart started screwing indeed fast. Marcus had had highly few dealings with Savage and didn’t know how to action around him, but when he was ordered, fairly all of a sudden and aggressively, to sit on the altar, he started to sense anxious. Savage started to undress nearly immediately. There was something nearly clinical about the way he went about his business, but, when he knelt down to mildly touch ceremonial lubes into Marcus’ feet, the power dynamic switched considerably. Marcus enjoyed the elation of being anointed. He loved the feeling of the Grandmaster’s lubricious mitts invitingly skating via the feet of his feet. It kittled a little, but also sensed comforting and arousing… And if there’s one thing that Marcus had learned during his time with the , it’s that he was never to sense shamefaced of sexual arousal. Savage then instructed Marcus to get down on all fours on the altar before tapping him with his oil-covered fingers, with good precision, in various important bodily locations; temples, ears, eyes, nose, mouth… The boy was briefly unwrapped semi-naked so that his chest could be massaged. He was astonished that the molten lubes made him shudder. He couldn’t tell if he was shaking with fear, or excitement. He completed it was the latter. There was something deeply alluring about Grandmaster Savage. He had such piercing eyes, which peered into Marcus’ soul, seemingly knowing everything about him sans needing to be asked. Savage moved from Marcus’ front to his back, systematically adorning every part of the boy’s slick body with the musky-scented oils. Savage turned his attention to Marcus’ rump cheeks, which he began to nibble erotically. Marcus’ body was his. Savage briefly had his tongue inwards the boy’s timid body, then a few fingers, using meaty flows of saliva to get him oiled up and prepared for action. Marcus trembled as he sensed the Grandmaster climbing onto the altar behind him. Savage was still in his underpants, but they were made of a see-through fabric, so when he shove his swell sausage between Marcus’ bootie cheeks, the boy could sense the stickiness of the Grandmaster’s trickling pre-cum. Savage slowly shoveled his lingerie down before splashing fat quantities of lube onto and into the boy’s yanking hole. Lengthy strands of pre-cum dribbled uncontrollably from the Grandmaster’s over-excited sausage as he started to line himself up with his target. The Grandmaster slowly sank his fat sausage into Marcus’ oily ass, and within seconds, was smashing him at total tilt, rock-hard boner plunging deep into the groaning, well-trained boy. Savage tossed the apprentice onto his back and continued the onslaught. He was horny. The boy had thrilled him and he needed to shoot as briefly as possible. He pulled out and busted an abnormally fat and monstrous load, which strewn via Marcus’ torso, branding him with the Grandmaster’s sensational juices.
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