The Calling - Apprentice Ryan - Chapter 2
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It’s not like Marcus could hide it. Even when he attempted to refuse it, the secret of his sexuality was painted all over his face. The way he looked at elderly men -- beautiful men, men of authority -- practically outed him within seconds. Even when he attempted to response Grandmaster Oaks' questions, he was so bewildered and flustered that he couldn’t recall which lies to tell.Grandmaster Oaks has that way with junior guys. His salt and pepper hair, clean shaven face, and paternal presence turns every young fellow into a insatiable boy desperate for to tell them what to do. When it came time for Apprentice Marcus to affirm his commitment to the , the young fellow couldn’t help but wear his attractiveness on his sleeve.Oaks didn’t mind, ...Oaks didn’t mind, though. As much as he enjoyed teasing out the truth, he also enjoyed observing a greedy boy pleading to be touched. He knew he had force over him, not just because of his posture or his status, but simply because of the laws of nature. Grandmaster Oaks could communicate his domination by doing nothing but looking Marcus in the eye, and that view would make the young initiate hard as a rock.The Grandmaster began by standing up and asking Marcus to do the same. The boy’s engorged member was barely concealed in his sundress pants, contained in a sheer cloth inwards his undergarments. He knew that the rise in his pants was evident, but Oaks ensured him this was nothing to worry about… a fact that only made Marcus more anxious.Oaks confined the boy’s cock in his hand, grabbing it thru his clothes and holding him in place, as if doing so meant he cupped every bit of Apprentice Marcus in his hand. For all intents and purposes, he did. Marcus was still as a statue, unable to move, pent up in his figure as Grandmaster Oaks made it his intimate toy to explore.The beautiful leader removed Marcus’ clothes, unwrapping him down until he was naked to his milky garments. The translucent fabric uncovered both his awakening and his lean, athletic body. Oaks proceeded to de-robe Marcus of his lingerie as well, leaving him fully exposed and helpless to this elderly man’s designs.The silver-haired, suited fellow ran his arms over the apprentice’s body, perceiving his sleek skin and lithe, muscular frame. He could sense his heart striking quick in his chest, but that did not deter him from inspecting the young man’s body. Marcus desired to react, to reach out and touch Oaks in return, but his dread of his own desires kept him in a state of sexually aroused panic.The only thing that seemed to break Marcus of his rigidity was the suggest of a from Oaks. The elderly fellow passed him a crimson chalice, containing some sort of liquid. It was less of a refreshment and more of a ceremonial gesture. Like taking communion, Marcus was told to from the mysterious bowl in order to proceed in becoming a member of the Masonic Order.Taking the bowl to his lips, Marcus tasted the unusual substance. It was light, highly floral, and fragrant as it poured down his throat. He couldn’t tell why, but something about it seemed familiar. He couldn’t place it, but the chalice was empty before he could think any more on it.After taking the bowl and placing it to the side, the beautiful ordered the young fellow to get up on his desk on all fours. Marcus did as he was told, perceiving a lil unusual about introducing himself like a reward pony. Apprentice Marcus leaned his back as instructed, putting his naked figure on display for Grandmaster Oaks to enjoy.The elderly fellow inspected the boy’s torso and stomach, observing the way he trembled in fear. Oaks knew Marcus wasn’t afraid of him, but rather of his own desires. This boy desired to be touched, to be played with, and to be teased, but he wouldn’t dare ask for it outright. He needed Oaks to be the one to call the shots--to instruction him and take him.Grandmaster Oaks took 2 frigs and slowly pressed them to Marcus’ lips, perceiving their soft, pouty fullness before plowing deep into his mouth. Marcus wasn’t sure what to do, but he split his lips and took the elderly fellow into his mouth, degustating his frigs on his tongue. It was heaven.The elderly man’s skin was savory and sweet. It was insignificant but powerful in its effect. It drove Marcus wild knowing the Grandmaster was inwards him. It made his figure come alive and his loins agony with passion.Oaks could observe that Marcus needed more than just 2 frigs inwards him, so he ordered Marcus to get down on all fours on the floor before him. The boy humbly got down off the table, knelt down and looked up at his beautiful leader. The Grandmaster was stunning; somehow even more fascinating than he had been when he first came into the room. Now, looking up at him, Marcus spotted his Master--and he would do whatever was asked of him.Oaks slowly undid his belt and pulled down his pants. Marcus observed like a greedy puppy waiting for a treat. He practically panted in anticipation as the elderly fellow pulled down his own underwear, uncovering his big, furry cock. Marcus’ eyes went wide, anxious to take it in his throat and taste it.The Grandmaster paused, observing Marcus, observing the strenuous wish painted on his face. It was beautiful. Absolute perfection. Pushing his thighs scarcely forward, he brought the head of his cock to Marcus’ lips and observed as the boy took it in.Marcus adored Grandmaster Oaks’ magnificence. He couldn’t believe how much he desired that, both anxious and thrilled that he was actually getting it. sighing thru his nose as he gulped it down, Marcus groaned and lapped at the elderly man’s meat, caught up in an sudden rush of feelings and desires. He’d forgotten all about his anxieties and nervousness, his lies and secrets. The truest, purest part of him at that moment was his thirst for the powerful leader… and he was proving it with each bob of his head.The Grandmaster enjoyed watching Marcus drink him down. He enjoyed how passionately this boy throated him and desired to service him. He knew Marcus would make a superb apprentice and be a valuable member of the Order. But this scorching wasn’t going to end his inspection with just a blowjob.Standing Marcus up, he brought him around to the back of his desk, arching him over so the boy’s elbows buttressed him on the vapid surface. Marcus had only a slight idea of what was to come, having never done this before. He braced himself as Oaks removed his pants and underwear, leaving him bottomless with his swaying cock out. Marcus sensed as it pressed up behind him, creeping inbetween his 2 sleek cheeks, attempting to pry inwards his body.The perceiving embarked with a rock-hard pressure on his hole, like a rod attempting to break through. The slaver from his deep throating gave the hard sausage just enough slickness to puncture his sphincter, providing him a slight sting and a burn as it moved inside. He winced, attempting not to let down the elderly fellow and to display that he could take it. His figure shook as he struggled, all the while Grandmaster Oaks whispered, “that’s it. You can do it…”Marcus wasn’t sure what switched in him, but all of a sudden his figure seemed well-prepped to receive his leader. The elderly man’s cock bankrupt thru into Marcus’ greedy hole, prying it apart until Oaks was almost fully devoured in the boy’s ass. It was epic. Marcus hadn’t sensed anything like it. It was a deep perceiving of subjugation and satisfaction that he hadn’t ever known. He desired more, so much more, and Oaks was glad to give it to him.Thrusting back and forth, the Grandmaster penetrated the young apprentice, moving deeper and deeper each time. Marcus’ cock suspended hard and lengthy inbetween his legs, juggling up and down as he confined onto the desk for leverage. He attempted to keep himself right where the elderly fellow desired him, not wanting to break the momentum of his leader’s pleasure.Oaks didn’t seem to have grief getting what he needed. He confined onto the boy’s hips, perceiving that tight fuckhole wrap around his sausage and bring him almost to the point of climax. He confined out as lengthy as he could, but he knew that part of this was for Marcus, not just for him. The boy needed to be impregnated to be accepted into the Order, and the Grandmaster desired to give the boy a sweet breeding to secure his place...
It’s not like Marcus could hide it. Even when he attempted to refuse it, the secret of his sexuality was painted all over his face. The way he looked at elderly men -- beautiful men, men of authority -- practically outed him within seconds. Even when he attempted to response Grandmaster Oaks' questions, he was so bewildered and flustered that he couldn’t recall which lies to tell.Grandmaster Oaks has that way with junior guys. His salt and pepper hair, clean shaven face, and paternal presence turns every young fellow into a insatiable boy desperate for to tell them what to do. When it came time for Apprentice Marcus to affirm his commitment to the , the young fellow couldn’t help but wear his attractiveness on his sleeve.Oaks didn’t mind, ...Oaks didn’t mind, though. As much as he enjoyed teasing out the truth, he also enjoyed observing a greedy boy pleading to be touched. He knew he had force over him, not just because of his posture or his status, but simply because of the laws of nature. Grandmaster Oaks could communicate his domination by doing nothing but looking Marcus in the eye, and that view would make the young initiate hard as a rock.The Grandmaster began by standing up and asking Marcus to do the same. The boy’s engorged member was barely concealed in his sundress pants, contained in a sheer cloth inwards his undergarments. He knew that the rise in his pants was evident, but Oaks ensured him this was nothing to worry about… a fact that only made Marcus more anxious.Oaks confined the boy’s cock in his hand, grabbing it thru his clothes and holding him in place, as if doing so meant he cupped every bit of Apprentice Marcus in his hand. For all intents and purposes, he did. Marcus was still as a statue, unable to move, pent up in his figure as Grandmaster Oaks made it his intimate toy to explore.The beautiful leader removed Marcus’ clothes, unwrapping him down until he was naked to his milky garments. The translucent fabric uncovered both his awakening and his lean, athletic body. Oaks proceeded to de-robe Marcus of his lingerie as well, leaving him fully exposed and helpless to this elderly man’s designs.The silver-haired, suited fellow ran his arms over the apprentice’s body, perceiving his sleek skin and lithe, muscular frame. He could sense his heart striking quick in his chest, but that did not deter him from inspecting the young man’s body. Marcus desired to react, to reach out and touch Oaks in return, but his dread of his own desires kept him in a state of sexually aroused panic.The only thing that seemed to break Marcus of his rigidity was the suggest of a from Oaks. The elderly fellow passed him a crimson chalice, containing some sort of liquid. It was less of a refreshment and more of a ceremonial gesture. Like taking communion, Marcus was told to from the mysterious bowl in order to proceed in becoming a member of the Masonic Order.Taking the bowl to his lips, Marcus tasted the unusual substance. It was light, highly floral, and fragrant as it poured down his throat. He couldn’t tell why, but something about it seemed familiar. He couldn’t place it, but the chalice was empty before he could think any more on it.After taking the bowl and placing it to the side, the beautiful ordered the young fellow to get up on his desk on all fours. Marcus did as he was told, perceiving a lil unusual about introducing himself like a reward pony. Apprentice Marcus leaned his back as instructed, putting his naked figure on display for Grandmaster Oaks to enjoy.The elderly fellow inspected the boy’s torso and stomach, observing the way he trembled in fear. Oaks knew Marcus wasn’t afraid of him, but rather of his own desires. This boy desired to be touched, to be played with, and to be teased, but he wouldn’t dare ask for it outright. He needed Oaks to be the one to call the shots--to instruction him and take him.Grandmaster Oaks took 2 frigs and slowly pressed them to Marcus’ lips, perceiving their soft, pouty fullness before plowing deep into his mouth. Marcus wasn’t sure what to do, but he split his lips and took the elderly fellow into his mouth, degustating his frigs on his tongue. It was heaven.The elderly man’s skin was savory and sweet. It was insignificant but powerful in its effect. It drove Marcus wild knowing the Grandmaster was inwards him. It made his figure come alive and his loins agony with passion.Oaks could observe that Marcus needed more than just 2 frigs inwards him, so he ordered Marcus to get down on all fours on the floor before him. The boy humbly got down off the table, knelt down and looked up at his beautiful leader. The Grandmaster was stunning; somehow even more fascinating than he had been when he first came into the room. Now, looking up at him, Marcus spotted his Master--and he would do whatever was asked of him.Oaks slowly undid his belt and pulled down his pants. Marcus observed like a greedy puppy waiting for a treat. He practically panted in anticipation as the elderly fellow pulled down his own underwear, uncovering his big, furry cock. Marcus’ eyes went wide, anxious to take it in his throat and taste it.The Grandmaster paused, observing Marcus, observing the strenuous wish painted on his face. It was beautiful. Absolute perfection. Pushing his thighs scarcely forward, he brought the head of his cock to Marcus’ lips and observed as the boy took it in.Marcus adored Grandmaster Oaks’ magnificence. He couldn’t believe how much he desired that, both anxious and thrilled that he was actually getting it. sighing thru his nose as he gulped it down, Marcus groaned and lapped at the elderly man’s meat, caught up in an sudden rush of feelings and desires. He’d forgotten all about his anxieties and nervousness, his lies and secrets. The truest, purest part of him at that moment was his thirst for the powerful leader… and he was proving it with each bob of his head.The Grandmaster enjoyed watching Marcus drink him down. He enjoyed how passionately this boy throated him and desired to service him. He knew Marcus would make a superb apprentice and be a valuable member of the Order. But this scorching wasn’t going to end his inspection with just a blowjob.Standing Marcus up, he brought him around to the back of his desk, arching him over so the boy’s elbows buttressed him on the vapid surface. Marcus had only a slight idea of what was to come, having never done this before. He braced himself as Oaks removed his pants and underwear, leaving him bottomless with his swaying cock out. Marcus sensed as it pressed up behind him, creeping inbetween his 2 sleek cheeks, attempting to pry inwards his body.The perceiving embarked with a rock-hard pressure on his hole, like a rod attempting to break through. The slaver from his deep throating gave the hard sausage just enough slickness to puncture his sphincter, providing him a slight sting and a burn as it moved inside. He winced, attempting not to let down the elderly fellow and to display that he could take it. His figure shook as he struggled, all the while Grandmaster Oaks whispered, “that’s it. You can do it…”Marcus wasn’t sure what switched in him, but all of a sudden his figure seemed well-prepped to receive his leader. The elderly man’s cock bankrupt thru into Marcus’ greedy hole, prying it apart until Oaks was almost fully devoured in the boy’s ass. It was epic. Marcus hadn’t sensed anything like it. It was a deep perceiving of subjugation and satisfaction that he hadn’t ever known. He desired more, so much more, and Oaks was glad to give it to him.Thrusting back and forth, the Grandmaster penetrated the young apprentice, moving deeper and deeper each time. Marcus’ cock suspended hard and lengthy inbetween his legs, juggling up and down as he confined onto the desk for leverage. He attempted to keep himself right where the elderly fellow desired him, not wanting to break the momentum of his leader’s pleasure.Oaks didn’t seem to have grief getting what he needed. He confined onto the boy’s hips, perceiving that tight fuckhole wrap around his sausage and bring him almost to the point of climax. He confined out as lengthy as he could, but he knew that part of this was for Marcus, not just for him. The boy needed to be impregnated to be accepted into the Order, and the Grandmaster desired to give the boy a sweet breeding to secure his place...
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