The Conversation - Apprentice James - Chapter 1
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Oliver didn’t come up thru the Church like others before him. He wasn’t hoisted with religion or any sort of moral guidance. By his nature, he’s jummy and charming, but lightly corruptible. It just took the peer pressure of college mates and vicinity kids to steer him down a path of bad behavior. Now, having spent some time as a youthfull man and away from those early influences, he’s found himself glutton for the kind of objective and calling he never had before.The Mormon church wasn’t something he hoped to find himself inside. He’d always seen it as something bimbo or crazy, always seeing the bike railing missionaries clothed in milky t-shirts and ties. He thought some were kind of cute, but knew to steer clear. That is, until they came to his door.The missionaries seemed ...The missionaries seemed so glad and friendly. They seemed to have no doubt or fear. And, they had each other. Oliver couldn’t say there wasn’t some appeal in having a community to belong to. And while his feelings towards other studs were becoming more apparent, he was not well-prepped to hang himself in a rainbow flag and head down the local boy bar.It seems strange, but the Church seemed like a superb option. He was greeted so positively, he lost all sense of apprehension. He wished to belong so badly. He would do whatever it took.Meeting with Master Legrand was intimidating. The elder man stood at least a sole taller than him, clothed in all milky from his footwear to his jacket and tie. He had a reddish-brown scruffy beard and hair with piercing light eyes. His tone was highly direct and serious. Oliver found him impressively handsome, even wondering what he looked like under his fine clothes.But as much as his curiosity was piqued, he knew this was a solemn occasion. He wasn’t there to idiot around or check out guys: he was there to make a commitment. To nicer himself and cleanse himself of the sins of his past. He wished a new start, and Master Legrand promised that to him.The elder man told him that submission was significant and that Oliver was to ensue what Master Legrand said sans any hesitation. It was a sign of respect and acceptance of his initiation. Oliver was so used to doing things his way, but he knew he wasn’t the best at making his own decisions.It seemed somewhat regressive and uncomfortable, but he would do it, no matter what. Even when Master Legrand told him to eliminate all his clothes, he did so. Afterall, he was a Master, right? He could trust him.Master Legrand then proceeded to put a kind of smock over him that decorated his front and back. It was some kind of ceremonial thing that Oliver had never seen before. The sides were open, but his jizz-shotgun and ass were covered… slightly.The elder man began to perform a kind of cleansing ritual, rubbing water and lubricates over his body, reciting words as he went along. It was so bizarre, but felt highly purposeful. Not wanting to seem in any way disrespectful, Oliver stood tall, perceiving the elder man’s forearms go over his face, neck, and body.Oliver had only ever felt another stud fumble him once, when he was highly youthfull fooling around with friends, but it was never genuine sexual activity. Oliver felt himself getting excited, and he focused all his strength on attempting to keep down his arousal. He barely noticed when the Master’s forearms lingered on his buttocks, so focused on his genitals.When Master Legrand actually began to fondle Oliver’s scrotum and shaft, he thought all would be lost and he’d showcase a well-known bulge right then and there! Luckily, it seemed as tho the tall Master didn’t notice anything and moved on about the ritual.Oliver was introduced a pair of sensational undergarments and told to put them on. It was a little weird, but he knew that meant he was a part of the Church now! He belonged! He had a place. And he wasn’t going to give that up.With that in his head, things got elaborate when Master Legrand began begging about his sexual desires. The elder man sat him down and seemed highly nosey about his practices with other men. If he’d done anything, what he thought about, if he had thoughts. Oliver thought perhaps his arousal was more apparent than he suspected. He felt like he’d done something wrong and was appalled he was about to be sent out.Oliver ensured the elder man that he was not attracted to studs and had only ever done that youthful indiscretion. Master Legrand gazed at him with his serious look, the same look he likely gave other apprentices before delivering bad news. Oliver began to sweat, but he was granted an chance to prove himself.Master Legrand began to bind Oliver’s forearms behind the stool in which he was sitting. Oliver didn’t know if this was another kind of ritual, but he patiently waited for the elder man to bind the milky cable around his wrists. When the Master sat back down, he pulled his stool closer, bringing his lengthy gams in on his own. Master Legrand couldn’t help but practically rest his knee on Oliver’s loins, needing to get close enough to fumble him.The Master positioned a mitt on Oliver’s chest, perceiving his heart bashing thru his new undergarments. The fabric was sheer, barely acting as a true cover. Master Legrand ran his mitt down inside it, perceiving the boy’s torso again. Oliver felt more clumsy this time. Being tied and restricted, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do anything. He observed as his Master moved with long, slow massages over his body, perceiving his gams and stomach, teasing him and circling around his pubes until he couldn’t take any more.Suddenly, Oliver felt the apex of his penis embark to raise up the fabric of his underwear, causing them to tent up in the most abjecting fashion. Oliver looked down, terrified. He looked back up at Master Legrand and was astonished to see he was not at all put off. In fact, he seemed to concentrate his attention on his apprentice’s bulbous member.Moving a mitt inside the shorts, Master Legrand commenced to stroke the boy’s shaft, working it mildly inbetween the tips of his fingers, titillating it but denying it the perceiving of a utter grip. Oliver couldn’t deny that it felt good. He didn’t want it to, but he couldn’t struggle his body’s urges. He didn’t know if it was simply the activity of the fumble that was doing it or if it was because the mitt belonged to the magnificent and mighty Master Legrand! Either way, he knew he was caught.Master Legrand didn’t stop, though. He seemed keen on seeing just how thrilled this apprentice could get. He began to taunt Oliver's nipples, play with his balls, even take a finger to the stud's hole. Oliver had never been massaged there before. It was taut and strong, but slick and fleshy. Master Legrand ran his finger on Oliver’s sphincter in a circular motion, like he was toying with a button.Oliver felt it kittle a little then embark to glide inside him every so delicately. He wished to perceive more. He wished to take more. He breathlessly waited for Master Legrand to fully pierce his figure and stir inside him. He locked eyes with his Master, as if to beg him to shovel further. He couldn’t bring the words to his tongue, but Master Legrand looked back, recognizing that desperation.With a slow, tender push, the tall Master observed as his digit glided inside Oliver, violating him apart like he’d never felt before. The boy released a gasp, in disbelief of what he was experiencing. Master Legrand took his free-for-all mitt and began to stroke Oliver’s cock, getting him worked up as he frigged his hole.Oliver began to pant, perceiving himself getting close to orgasm as his guts was poked. Master Legrand could see Oliver’s reaction, not to mention the pulsating perceiving of his heart in the taut ring around his finger. He wished to see Oliver cum. And he knew this apprentice wasn’t going to leave that stool until he did...
Oliver didn’t come up thru the Church like others before him. He wasn’t hoisted with religion or any sort of moral guidance. By his nature, he’s jummy and charming, but lightly corruptible. It just took the peer pressure of college mates and vicinity kids to steer him down a path of bad behavior. Now, having spent some time as a youthfull man and away from those early influences, he’s found himself glutton for the kind of objective and calling he never had before.The Mormon church wasn’t something he hoped to find himself inside. He’d always seen it as something bimbo or crazy, always seeing the bike railing missionaries clothed in milky t-shirts and ties. He thought some were kind of cute, but knew to steer clear. That is, until they came to his door.The missionaries seemed ...The missionaries seemed so glad and friendly. They seemed to have no doubt or fear. And, they had each other. Oliver couldn’t say there wasn’t some appeal in having a community to belong to. And while his feelings towards other studs were becoming more apparent, he was not well-prepped to hang himself in a rainbow flag and head down the local boy bar.It seems strange, but the Church seemed like a superb option. He was greeted so positively, he lost all sense of apprehension. He wished to belong so badly. He would do whatever it took.Meeting with Master Legrand was intimidating. The elder man stood at least a sole taller than him, clothed in all milky from his footwear to his jacket and tie. He had a reddish-brown scruffy beard and hair with piercing light eyes. His tone was highly direct and serious. Oliver found him impressively handsome, even wondering what he looked like under his fine clothes.But as much as his curiosity was piqued, he knew this was a solemn occasion. He wasn’t there to idiot around or check out guys: he was there to make a commitment. To nicer himself and cleanse himself of the sins of his past. He wished a new start, and Master Legrand promised that to him.The elder man told him that submission was significant and that Oliver was to ensue what Master Legrand said sans any hesitation. It was a sign of respect and acceptance of his initiation. Oliver was so used to doing things his way, but he knew he wasn’t the best at making his own decisions.It seemed somewhat regressive and uncomfortable, but he would do it, no matter what. Even when Master Legrand told him to eliminate all his clothes, he did so. Afterall, he was a Master, right? He could trust him.Master Legrand then proceeded to put a kind of smock over him that decorated his front and back. It was some kind of ceremonial thing that Oliver had never seen before. The sides were open, but his jizz-shotgun and ass were covered… slightly.The elder man began to perform a kind of cleansing ritual, rubbing water and lubricates over his body, reciting words as he went along. It was so bizarre, but felt highly purposeful. Not wanting to seem in any way disrespectful, Oliver stood tall, perceiving the elder man’s forearms go over his face, neck, and body.Oliver had only ever felt another stud fumble him once, when he was highly youthfull fooling around with friends, but it was never genuine sexual activity. Oliver felt himself getting excited, and he focused all his strength on attempting to keep down his arousal. He barely noticed when the Master’s forearms lingered on his buttocks, so focused on his genitals.When Master Legrand actually began to fondle Oliver’s scrotum and shaft, he thought all would be lost and he’d showcase a well-known bulge right then and there! Luckily, it seemed as tho the tall Master didn’t notice anything and moved on about the ritual.Oliver was introduced a pair of sensational undergarments and told to put them on. It was a little weird, but he knew that meant he was a part of the Church now! He belonged! He had a place. And he wasn’t going to give that up.With that in his head, things got elaborate when Master Legrand began begging about his sexual desires. The elder man sat him down and seemed highly nosey about his practices with other men. If he’d done anything, what he thought about, if he had thoughts. Oliver thought perhaps his arousal was more apparent than he suspected. He felt like he’d done something wrong and was appalled he was about to be sent out.Oliver ensured the elder man that he was not attracted to studs and had only ever done that youthful indiscretion. Master Legrand gazed at him with his serious look, the same look he likely gave other apprentices before delivering bad news. Oliver began to sweat, but he was granted an chance to prove himself.Master Legrand began to bind Oliver’s forearms behind the stool in which he was sitting. Oliver didn’t know if this was another kind of ritual, but he patiently waited for the elder man to bind the milky cable around his wrists. When the Master sat back down, he pulled his stool closer, bringing his lengthy gams in on his own. Master Legrand couldn’t help but practically rest his knee on Oliver’s loins, needing to get close enough to fumble him.The Master positioned a mitt on Oliver’s chest, perceiving his heart bashing thru his new undergarments. The fabric was sheer, barely acting as a true cover. Master Legrand ran his mitt down inside it, perceiving the boy’s torso again. Oliver felt more clumsy this time. Being tied and restricted, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do anything. He observed as his Master moved with long, slow massages over his body, perceiving his gams and stomach, teasing him and circling around his pubes until he couldn’t take any more.Suddenly, Oliver felt the apex of his penis embark to raise up the fabric of his underwear, causing them to tent up in the most abjecting fashion. Oliver looked down, terrified. He looked back up at Master Legrand and was astonished to see he was not at all put off. In fact, he seemed to concentrate his attention on his apprentice’s bulbous member.Moving a mitt inside the shorts, Master Legrand commenced to stroke the boy’s shaft, working it mildly inbetween the tips of his fingers, titillating it but denying it the perceiving of a utter grip. Oliver couldn’t deny that it felt good. He didn’t want it to, but he couldn’t struggle his body’s urges. He didn’t know if it was simply the activity of the fumble that was doing it or if it was because the mitt belonged to the magnificent and mighty Master Legrand! Either way, he knew he was caught.Master Legrand didn’t stop, though. He seemed keen on seeing just how thrilled this apprentice could get. He began to taunt Oliver's nipples, play with his balls, even take a finger to the stud's hole. Oliver had never been massaged there before. It was taut and strong, but slick and fleshy. Master Legrand ran his finger on Oliver’s sphincter in a circular motion, like he was toying with a button.Oliver felt it kittle a little then embark to glide inside him every so delicately. He wished to perceive more. He wished to take more. He breathlessly waited for Master Legrand to fully pierce his figure and stir inside him. He locked eyes with his Master, as if to beg him to shovel further. He couldn’t bring the words to his tongue, but Master Legrand looked back, recognizing that desperation.With a slow, tender push, the tall Master observed as his digit glided inside Oliver, violating him apart like he’d never felt before. The boy released a gasp, in disbelief of what he was experiencing. Master Legrand took his free-for-all mitt and began to stroke Oliver’s cock, getting him worked up as he frigged his hole.Oliver began to pant, perceiving himself getting close to orgasm as his guts was poked. Master Legrand could see Oliver’s reaction, not to mention the pulsating perceiving of his heart in the taut ring around his finger. He wished to see Oliver cum. And he knew this apprentice wasn’t going to leave that stool until he did...
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