Ordination - Apprentice Monroe - Chapter 4
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It had not been that long since Apprentice Monroe's disciplinary rituals at the forearms of Grandmaster Wolf. The Apprentice had been spread and manhandled beyond measure, but not with cruelty. There had been a great hollowing out of him, yes, but that which was liquidated from him was doubt, and worry. In its place, directly administered into his body through The Order's orgasmic rituals, Apprentice Monroe had found his calling. He found a purpose.Which brought him to that evening's invitation. Tormentor Figata, dressed in a milky suit with a crisp milky button down and tie, led the stud with his large, stony forearms into a apartment for what was pronounced as his "ordination." The apartment was white, bright, pristine with otherworldly energy, as if it had been plucked from a distant, preceding century. There was a temple daybed, sparse furniture, and a couch.Master Figata sat ...Master Figata sat down, and brought the stud with. The Tormentor gawped at the stud with a rock hard gaze, eyes glinting with confidence. "You know why you're here, right?"It had been sometime since this Apprentice had last seen Tormentor Figata. The Tormentor was the one who called him into the quiet, air conditioned hiss of the office. There, Tormentor Figata had grilled the young apprentice as to whether or not he was attracted to men. It sensed stupid to have denied the question then—doubly so now, here in the apartment of ordination, where he gave a highly different answer."Yes," Monroe was glad to sit on the couch, weak in the knees by being just in the presence of one of The Order’s masters.Master Figata could perceive the difference in the boy's energy, the difference in his awareness of what his purpose was—both within The Order and outside it. He unclothed the stud of his tie, then shirt, then trousers. Slowly, with the sanctity it deserves, Tormentor Figata unclothed the apprentice down to just a shred of garment. The boy's getting larger bulge was briefly Free-for-all of all constraints. Free-for-all to serve its Master.Monroe had not been with many men, only those within The Order, really, but each of those moments was off the hook to him, and charged with revelation. Since The Order had reached out, this was the first-ever time he got to revisit a Tormentor from his preceding stage of calling, a time so long ago now that he was sure he had become a different person. Electric he was by this, when Tormentor Figata did undress down to his own undergarments, the stud could slightly keep himself from burying his face into his Master's nether regions. There was no need to rush—Master Figata's powerful take hold of slowed the boy, and brought his nuzzles to an servant pace.At first, the taste of the Tormentor was sweet, and not totally unfamiliar. A taste he could place as one of desire, of love, of yearning. But as the Master's aroma plowed the boy's nostrils that sweet taste transformed into something far more arousing. He deep-throated and ball-gagged on Master's immense cock, a concoction of slobber and precum cascading down his chin, until Figata was sated with his boy's finesse.Master Figata guided Apprentice Monroe to lie throughout the couch. Securing the boy's hips in his metal grip, the Tormentor drove his tongue deep inwards that young ass. He ate him rock hard and fast, then pulled back for a moment to glance the stud in the eyes, with an expression of exult in his face. The Apprentice was yielding, like butter, and had come so far along in his journey.With the same instrument that spread Monroe's jaw to its limit, Tormentor Figata brought his dickhead to the boy's entrance. With one rock hard stroke, he was submerged to the root inwards the boy's cock-squeezing ass. Tormentor commenced thrusting slowly, the perceiving of his immense instrument banging in and out of the boy's fuck hole making them both moan in unison. His ballsack smacked against the young man’s caboose cheeks each time the Tormentor totally inserted inside. The pace quickened, orchestrated as much by their own passions as by the will of The Order watching over them.The spirit of The Brotherhood welled up within them both. They were a blur of thrusts, Apprentice and Tormentor totally in sync with each other. Their bods distorted lush the leather bed until they completed up, hardon-to-hardon, frot insanely against each other, their slurps lost in combat. Eventually, Tormentor Figata spilled his seed, first-ever on his stomach, and then onto the bed underneath them.When they had caught their breath, they shared a kiss. When Tormentor Figata first-ever took Apprentice Monroe under his wing, he had not been sure how long the stud would last—either physically, or mentally. This experienced Tormentor wanted all that The Order had to suggest this worthy apprentice. He ordained the boy's forehead and fuck hole with the spurts of his exalted Master’s seed—he knew, now more than ever, that the stud had what it takes.
It had not been that long since Apprentice Monroe's disciplinary rituals at the forearms of Grandmaster Wolf. The Apprentice had been spread and manhandled beyond measure, but not with cruelty. There had been a great hollowing out of him, yes, but that which was liquidated from him was doubt, and worry. In its place, directly administered into his body through The Order's orgasmic rituals, Apprentice Monroe had found his calling. He found a purpose.Which brought him to that evening's invitation. Tormentor Figata, dressed in a milky suit with a crisp milky button down and tie, led the stud with his large, stony forearms into a apartment for what was pronounced as his "ordination." The apartment was white, bright, pristine with otherworldly energy, as if it had been plucked from a distant, preceding century. There was a temple daybed, sparse furniture, and a couch.Master Figata sat ...Master Figata sat down, and brought the stud with. The Tormentor gawped at the stud with a rock hard gaze, eyes glinting with confidence. "You know why you're here, right?"It had been sometime since this Apprentice had last seen Tormentor Figata. The Tormentor was the one who called him into the quiet, air conditioned hiss of the office. There, Tormentor Figata had grilled the young apprentice as to whether or not he was attracted to men. It sensed stupid to have denied the question then—doubly so now, here in the apartment of ordination, where he gave a highly different answer."Yes," Monroe was glad to sit on the couch, weak in the knees by being just in the presence of one of The Order’s masters.Master Figata could perceive the difference in the boy's energy, the difference in his awareness of what his purpose was—both within The Order and outside it. He unclothed the stud of his tie, then shirt, then trousers. Slowly, with the sanctity it deserves, Tormentor Figata unclothed the apprentice down to just a shred of garment. The boy's getting larger bulge was briefly Free-for-all of all constraints. Free-for-all to serve its Master.Monroe had not been with many men, only those within The Order, really, but each of those moments was off the hook to him, and charged with revelation. Since The Order had reached out, this was the first-ever time he got to revisit a Tormentor from his preceding stage of calling, a time so long ago now that he was sure he had become a different person. Electric he was by this, when Tormentor Figata did undress down to his own undergarments, the stud could slightly keep himself from burying his face into his Master's nether regions. There was no need to rush—Master Figata's powerful take hold of slowed the boy, and brought his nuzzles to an servant pace.At first, the taste of the Tormentor was sweet, and not totally unfamiliar. A taste he could place as one of desire, of love, of yearning. But as the Master's aroma plowed the boy's nostrils that sweet taste transformed into something far more arousing. He deep-throated and ball-gagged on Master's immense cock, a concoction of slobber and precum cascading down his chin, until Figata was sated with his boy's finesse.Master Figata guided Apprentice Monroe to lie throughout the couch. Securing the boy's hips in his metal grip, the Tormentor drove his tongue deep inwards that young ass. He ate him rock hard and fast, then pulled back for a moment to glance the stud in the eyes, with an expression of exult in his face. The Apprentice was yielding, like butter, and had come so far along in his journey.With the same instrument that spread Monroe's jaw to its limit, Tormentor Figata brought his dickhead to the boy's entrance. With one rock hard stroke, he was submerged to the root inwards the boy's cock-squeezing ass. Tormentor commenced thrusting slowly, the perceiving of his immense instrument banging in and out of the boy's fuck hole making them both moan in unison. His ballsack smacked against the young man’s caboose cheeks each time the Tormentor totally inserted inside. The pace quickened, orchestrated as much by their own passions as by the will of The Order watching over them.The spirit of The Brotherhood welled up within them both. They were a blur of thrusts, Apprentice and Tormentor totally in sync with each other. Their bods distorted lush the leather bed until they completed up, hardon-to-hardon, frot insanely against each other, their slurps lost in combat. Eventually, Tormentor Figata spilled his seed, first-ever on his stomach, and then onto the bed underneath them.When they had caught their breath, they shared a kiss. When Tormentor Figata first-ever took Apprentice Monroe under his wing, he had not been sure how long the stud would last—either physically, or mentally. This experienced Tormentor wanted all that The Order had to suggest this worthy apprentice. He ordained the boy's forehead and fuck hole with the spurts of his exalted Master’s seed—he knew, now more than ever, that the stud had what it takes.
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