The Calling - Apprentice Ryan - Pt 2
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It’s not like Marcus could stash it. Even when he attempted to refuse it, the secret of his sexiness was painted all over his face. The way he looked at old fellows -- glorious men, fellows of authority -- practically outed him within seconds. Even when he attempted to reaction Grandmaster Oaks' questions, he was so bewildered and flustered that he couldn’t reminisce which lies to tell.Grandmaster Oaks has that way with younger guys. His salt and pepper hair, clean clean-shaved face, and paternal presence turns every youthful guy into a wild boy desperate for Daddy to tell them what to do. When it came time for Apprentice Marcus to affirm his commitment to the Brotherhood, the youthful guy couldn’t help but wear his attractiveness on his sleeve.Oaks didn’t mind, ...Oaks didn’t mind, though. As much as he liked teasing out the truth, he also liked witnessing a thirsty boy asking to be touched. He knew he had force over him, not just because of his position or his status, but simply because of the laws of nature. Grandmaster Oaks could communicate his dominance by doing nothing but looking Marcus in the eye, and that sight would make the youthful initiate hard as a rock.The Grandmaster began by standing up and asking Marcus to do the same. The boy’s turgid member was slightly 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 assured him this was nothing to worry about… a fact that only made Marcus more anxious.Oaks confined the boy’s cock in his hand, grasping 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, incapable to move, pent up in his assets as Grandmaster Oaks made it his individual toy to explore.The glorious leader liquidated Marcus’ clothes, undressing him down until he was nude to his white garments. The transparent fabric unsheathed both his arousal and his lean, muscly body. Oaks proceeded to strip Marcus of his lingerie as well, leaving him completely exposed and helpless to this old man’s designs.The silver-haired, suited guy ran his hands over the apprentice’s body, perceiving his slick skin and lithe, bulky frame. He could perceive his heart hammering prompt in his chest, but that did not deter him from exploring the youthful man’s body. Marcus dreamed to react, to reach out and knead Oaks in return, but his fear of his own fantasies kept him in a state of excited panic.The only thing that seemed to break Marcus of his rigidity was the offer of a drink from Oaks. The old guy transferred him a crimson chalice, containing some sort of liquid. It was less of a entertainment and more of a ceremonial gesture. Like taking communion, Marcus was told to drink 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 positioning it to the side, the glorious daddy ordered the youthful guy 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 bent his back as instructed, putting his naked assets on showcase for Grandmaster Oaks to enjoy.The old guy 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 dreamed 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 two thumbs and leisurely pressed them to Marcus’ lips, perceiving their soft, pouty fullness before boning deep into his mouth. Marcus wasn’t sure what to do, but he split his lips and took the old guy into his mouth, degustating his thumbs on his tongue. It was heaven.The old man’s skin was savory and sweet. It was subtle but intense in its effect. It drove Marcus wild knowing the Grandmaster was inwards him. It made his assets come alive and his loins agony with passion.Oaks could watch that Marcus needed more than just two thumbs inwards him, so he ordered Marcus to kneel on the floor before him. The boy humbly got down off the table, knelt down and looked up at his glorious leader. The Grandmaster was stunning; somehow even more attractive than he had been when he first came into the room. Now, looking up at him, Marcus eyed his Master--and he would do whatever was asked of him.Oaks leisurely undid his belt and pulled down his pants. Marcus observed like a thirsty puppy waiting for a treat. He practically panted in anticipation as the old guy pulled down his own underwear, unsheathing his big, unshaved cock. Marcus’ eyes went wide, anxious to take it in his throat and taste it.The Grandmaster paused, observing Marcus, witnessing the intense wish painted on his face. It was beautiful. Absolute perfection. shoving his thighs slightly forward, he brought the head of his cock to Marcus’ lips and observed as the boy took it in.Marcus worshipped Grandmaster Oaks’ magnificence. He couldn’t believe how much he dreamed that, both anxious and thrilled that he was actually getting it. sighing thru his nose as he gulped it down, Marcus moaned and lapped at the old 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 intense leader… and he was proving it with each bob of his head.The Grandmaster liked watching Marcus gulp him down. He liked how intensively this boy sucked him and dreamed to service him. He knew Marcus would make a fine apprentice and be a valuable member of the Order. But this sizzling daddy wasn’t going to end his inspection with just a blowjob.Standing Marcus up, he brought him around to the back of his desk, bending him over so the boy’s elbows buttressed him on the plane surface. Marcus had only a slight idea of what was to come, having never done this before. He braced himself as Oaks liquidated his pants and underwear, leaving him bottomless with his swinging cock out. Marcus sensed as it pressed up behind him, creeping inbetween his two slick cheeks, attempting to pry inwards his body.The perceiving commenced with a rock hard stress on his hole, like a rod attempting to break through. The slaver from his deepthroating gave the hard pecker 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 old guy and to show that he could take it. His assets 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 abruptly his assets seemed well-prepped to receive his leader. The old man’s cock moneyless thru into Marcus’ thirsty hole, prying it apart until Oaks was almost completely devoured in the boy’s ass. It was epic. Marcus hadn’t sensed anything like it. It was a deep perceiving of subjugation and fulfillment that he hadn’t ever known. He dreamed more, so much more, and Oaks was glad to give it to him.Thrusting back and forth, the Grandmaster fucked the youthful apprentice, moving deeper and deeper each time. Marcus’ cock dangled 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 old guy dreamed 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 smash hole wrap around his pecker 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 inseminated to be accepted into the Order, and the Grandmaster dreamed to give the boy a edible breeding to secure his place...
It’s not like Marcus could stash it. Even when he attempted to refuse it, the secret of his sexiness was painted all over his face. The way he looked at old fellows -- glorious men, fellows of authority -- practically outed him within seconds. Even when he attempted to reaction Grandmaster Oaks' questions, he was so bewildered and flustered that he couldn’t reminisce which lies to tell.Grandmaster Oaks has that way with younger guys. His salt and pepper hair, clean clean-shaved face, and paternal presence turns every youthful guy into a wild boy desperate for Daddy to tell them what to do. When it came time for Apprentice Marcus to affirm his commitment to the Brotherhood, the youthful guy couldn’t help but wear his attractiveness on his sleeve.Oaks didn’t mind, ...Oaks didn’t mind, though. As much as he liked teasing out the truth, he also liked witnessing a thirsty boy asking to be touched. He knew he had force over him, not just because of his position or his status, but simply because of the laws of nature. Grandmaster Oaks could communicate his dominance by doing nothing but looking Marcus in the eye, and that sight would make the youthful initiate hard as a rock.The Grandmaster began by standing up and asking Marcus to do the same. The boy’s turgid member was slightly 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 assured him this was nothing to worry about… a fact that only made Marcus more anxious.Oaks confined the boy’s cock in his hand, grasping 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, incapable to move, pent up in his assets as Grandmaster Oaks made it his individual toy to explore.The glorious leader liquidated Marcus’ clothes, undressing him down until he was nude to his white garments. The transparent fabric unsheathed both his arousal and his lean, muscly body. Oaks proceeded to strip Marcus of his lingerie as well, leaving him completely exposed and helpless to this old man’s designs.The silver-haired, suited guy ran his hands over the apprentice’s body, perceiving his slick skin and lithe, bulky frame. He could perceive his heart hammering prompt in his chest, but that did not deter him from exploring the youthful man’s body. Marcus dreamed to react, to reach out and knead Oaks in return, but his fear of his own fantasies kept him in a state of excited panic.The only thing that seemed to break Marcus of his rigidity was the offer of a drink from Oaks. The old guy transferred him a crimson chalice, containing some sort of liquid. It was less of a entertainment and more of a ceremonial gesture. Like taking communion, Marcus was told to drink 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 positioning it to the side, the glorious daddy ordered the youthful guy 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 bent his back as instructed, putting his naked assets on showcase for Grandmaster Oaks to enjoy.The old guy 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 dreamed 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 two thumbs and leisurely pressed them to Marcus’ lips, perceiving their soft, pouty fullness before boning deep into his mouth. Marcus wasn’t sure what to do, but he split his lips and took the old guy into his mouth, degustating his thumbs on his tongue. It was heaven.The old man’s skin was savory and sweet. It was subtle but intense in its effect. It drove Marcus wild knowing the Grandmaster was inwards him. It made his assets come alive and his loins agony with passion.Oaks could watch that Marcus needed more than just two thumbs inwards him, so he ordered Marcus to kneel on the floor before him. The boy humbly got down off the table, knelt down and looked up at his glorious leader. The Grandmaster was stunning; somehow even more attractive than he had been when he first came into the room. Now, looking up at him, Marcus eyed his Master--and he would do whatever was asked of him.Oaks leisurely undid his belt and pulled down his pants. Marcus observed like a thirsty puppy waiting for a treat. He practically panted in anticipation as the old guy pulled down his own underwear, unsheathing his big, unshaved cock. Marcus’ eyes went wide, anxious to take it in his throat and taste it.The Grandmaster paused, observing Marcus, witnessing the intense wish painted on his face. It was beautiful. Absolute perfection. shoving his thighs slightly forward, he brought the head of his cock to Marcus’ lips and observed as the boy took it in.Marcus worshipped Grandmaster Oaks’ magnificence. He couldn’t believe how much he dreamed that, both anxious and thrilled that he was actually getting it. sighing thru his nose as he gulped it down, Marcus moaned and lapped at the old 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 intense leader… and he was proving it with each bob of his head.The Grandmaster liked watching Marcus gulp him down. He liked how intensively this boy sucked him and dreamed to service him. He knew Marcus would make a fine apprentice and be a valuable member of the Order. But this sizzling daddy wasn’t going to end his inspection with just a blowjob.Standing Marcus up, he brought him around to the back of his desk, bending him over so the boy’s elbows buttressed him on the plane surface. Marcus had only a slight idea of what was to come, having never done this before. He braced himself as Oaks liquidated his pants and underwear, leaving him bottomless with his swinging cock out. Marcus sensed as it pressed up behind him, creeping inbetween his two slick cheeks, attempting to pry inwards his body.The perceiving commenced with a rock hard stress on his hole, like a rod attempting to break through. The slaver from his deepthroating gave the hard pecker 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 old guy and to show that he could take it. His assets 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 abruptly his assets seemed well-prepped to receive his leader. The old man’s cock moneyless thru into Marcus’ thirsty hole, prying it apart until Oaks was almost completely devoured in the boy’s ass. It was epic. Marcus hadn’t sensed anything like it. It was a deep perceiving of subjugation and fulfillment that he hadn’t ever known. He dreamed more, so much more, and Oaks was glad to give it to him.Thrusting back and forth, the Grandmaster fucked the youthful apprentice, moving deeper and deeper each time. Marcus’ cock dangled 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 old guy dreamed 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 smash hole wrap around his pecker 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 inseminated to be accepted into the Order, and the Grandmaster dreamed to give the boy a edible breeding to secure his place...
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