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Grandmaster Figata and Apprentice Shepard
March 02, 2023 | Full Length Video : 25min 12sec
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Something has changed in me since joining the Order. I don’t have enough words to say exactly what I mean, but I guess, under their watch, I’ve started to feel a little bit more like a man.

It helps that we have to dress formally here. I never leave my room these days without wearing a shirt and tie. It makes me feel so grown up! I love the way the pants cling to my legs. I enjoy the soft kiss of the cotton shirt against my torso and the way that the dart at the bottom of my silk tie sometimes brushes against the back of my hand.

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I find myself looking at other guys in the complex, wondering if they’re having similar thoughts. I find myself drawn to the Masters in particular, because they are always so spectacularly well-turned-out. They always smell real good, too; I love passing them in the corridor and allowing myself to be engulfed by the cloud of expensive scent which always follows in their wake.

When I was told that my interview would be with Master Figata, I felt a rush of adrenaline. Last week, he delivered a talk to the new apprentices which I found life-changing. I just stared up at him, astounded by his pearls of wisdom while allowing his deep, resonant voice to massage my ears.

I entered the interview room and Master Figata told me to sit down next to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him; up close, he was even more attractive. All sorts of crazy and inappropriate thoughts were bouncing through my head. Yet, there was something about the way he was looking at me which told me that my thoughts were okay.

He instructed me to stand and remove my tie, shirt and pants. For some reason it felt like the most natural request in the world, so I did as told, never once even thinking to question why. He watched me intently as I undressed. My dick rose immediately. I knew it would be tenting like crazy in my garments, but realized there was nothing I could do to cover it up.

He sat me back down again, took my arms, and then tied them behind the chair. Again, there could have been no other circumstance in the world where this would have seemed anything other than terrifying, but as I felt his huge fingers brush against me, my wrists yielded to the knot. My dick throbbed.

He started to touch me so softly and gently that, before I knew it, my entire body was covered in gooseflesh. I’m not going to lie—I am very inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. I have, for some time, known that my sexual urges were of a homosexual nature, and although I’ve never attempted to suppress them, I suppose the right opportunity had never presented itself to me. If this was to be my induction—right here, right now, with this beautiful older man—I could surely count myself as the luckiest guy on the planet, right?

And then, everything seemed to go silent. I was suddenly aware of the sound of my breath, the distant hum of a faulty electric light, and the rustle of Master Figata’s fingertips as they drifted across my undershirt. He was so handsome in his white suit. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked me to.

He touched me all over my body. Every time his fingers came to rest, I felt somehow more alive. When he started to run his fingers up and down the shaft of my dick, I genuinely thought I was going to explode. He pulled down my underpants and exposed my dick to the room. My instinct was to reach out and touch him, but since my hands were firmly tied behind my back, there would be no such reprieve. He was entirely in control. In my mind, I begged him to continue.

He licked his finger and pressed it against my hole. He teased me. He knew I wanted it, but he kept me waiting for what felt like an eternity. I closed my eyes in a state of pure excitement and, when I opened them again, he was holding a toy which I figured was some sort of dildo. He carefully rubbed oil into it before positioning it against my hole…

The next moment, I felt him pushing it into me. Nothing had ever been up there before and the sensation was somewhere between agony and ecstasy. The more it hurt, however, the better it felt; I could feel the precum forming on the tip of my dick. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to last. I willed myself not to cum.

He took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. My mind started dancing, wondering what was going to happen next. He rubbed oil into my dick, and, before I knew it, he was jerking me off. The dildo was still deep in my ass, pushing me open. Waves of pleasure crashed through my body with each jerk.

I knew I was about to shoot. I held on for as long as I could but it was all too much. He started to bite my nipple. Just the brush of his lips was what tipped me over the edge. My dick exploded into the palm of his hand. It was a remarkable moment; more intense than any orgasm I have ever experienced.

Then he kissed me tenderly and, at that exact moment, I suddenly and finally understood exactly who I am. Somehow, any and every interaction with The Order brings such clarity.

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Chapters
1. The Interview 26mn
Something has changed in me since joining the Order. I don’t have enough words to say exactly what I mean, but I guess, under their watch, I’ve started to feel a little bit more like a man. It helps that we have to dress formally here. I never leave my room these days without wearing a shirt and tie. It makes me feel so grown up! I love the way the pants cling to my legs. I enjoy the soft kiss of the cotton shirt against my torso and the way that the dart at the bottom of my silk tie sometimes brushes against the back of my hand. I find myself looking at other guys in the complex, wondering if they’re having similar thoughts. I find myself drawn to the Masters in particular, because they are always so spectacularly well-turned-out. They always smell real good, too; I love passing them in the corridor and allowing myself to be engulfed by the cloud of expensive scent which always follows in their wake. When I was told that my interview would be with Master Figata, I felt a rush of adrenaline. Last week, he delivered a talk to the new apprentices which I found life-changing. I just stared up at him, astounded by his pearls of wisdom while allowing his deep, resonant voice to massage my ears. I entered the interview room and Master Figata told me to sit down next to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him; up close, he was even more attractive. All sorts of crazy and inappropriate thoughts were bouncing through my head. Yet, there was something about the way he was looking at me which told me that my thoughts were okay. He instructed me to stand and remove my tie, shirt and pants. For some reason it felt like the most natural request in the world, so I did as told, never once even thinking to question why. He watched me intently as I undressed. My dick rose immediately. I knew it would be tenting like crazy in my garments, but realized there was nothing I could do to cover it up. He sat me back down again, took my arms, and then tied them behind the chair. Again, there could have been no other circumstance in the world where this would have seemed anything other than terrifying, but as I felt his huge fingers brush against me, my wrists yielded to the knot. My dick throbbed. He started to touch me so softly and gently that, before I knew it, my entire body was covered in gooseflesh. I’m not going to lie—I am very inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. I have, for some time, known that my sexual urges were of a homosexual nature, and although I’ve never attempted to suppress them, I suppose the right opportunity had never presented itself to me. If this was to be my induction—right here, right now, with this beautiful older man—I could surely count myself as the luckiest guy on the planet, right? And then, everything seemed to go silent. I was suddenly aware of the sound of my breath, the distant hum of a faulty electric light, and the rustle of Master Figata’s fingertips as they drifted across my undershirt. He was so handsome in his white suit. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked me to. He touched me all over my body. Every time his fingers came to rest, I felt somehow more alive. When he started to run his fingers up and down the shaft of my dick, I genuinely thought I was going to explode. He pulled down my underpants and exposed my dick to the room. My instinct was to reach out and touch him, but since my hands were firmly tied behind my back, there would be no such reprieve. He was entirely in control. In my mind, I begged him to continue. He licked his finger and pressed it against my hole. He teased me. He knew I wanted it, but he kept me waiting for what felt like an eternity. I closed my eyes in a state of pure excitement and, when I opened them again, he was holding a toy which I figured was some sort of dildo. He carefully rubbed oil into it before positioning it against my hole… The next moment, I felt him pushing it into me. Nothing had ever been up there before and the sensation was somewhere between agony and ecstasy. The more it hurt, however, the better it felt; I could feel the precum forming on the tip of my dick. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to last. I willed myself not to cum. He took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. My mind started dancing, wondering what was going to happen next. He rubbed oil into my dick, and, before I knew it, he was jerking me off. The dildo was still deep in my ass, pushing me open. Waves of pleasure crashed through my body with each jerk. I knew I was about to shoot. I held on for as long as I could but it was all too much. He started to bite my nipple. Just the brush of his lips was what tipped me over the edge. My dick exploded into the palm of his hand. It was a remarkable moment; more intense than any orgasm I have ever experienced. Then he kissed me tenderly and, at that exact moment, I suddenly and finally understood exactly who I am. Somehow, any and every interaction with The Order brings such clarity.
2. The Calling 27mn
It’s been a while now since my first encounter. It was with Master Figata and opened a whole new chapter of my life. He taught me, in a single, mind-blowing afternoon, the meaning of absolute pleasure, while simultaneously giving me a clear understanding of the path I need to pursue. However, the encounter has left me in some kind of personal quandary. What the Master did to me was beautiful, and intense, and I’ve been craving more of it ever since. I have been as patient as possible. I have knuckled down in classes and tried my hardest to be the best student here. I’ve also refrained entirely from pleasuring myself—it sounds dumb, but part of me feels that if I cave into my urge to spend every last second of my private time jerking myself into oblivion, I’ll be jinxing future opportunities or somehow lessening the impact of whatever’s destined to happen next. When I received notification of my calling, I figured that the time may have finally come. I got myself into quite a state as I walked across the complex to the designated office. Overcome with a mixture of fear and excitement, I ended up feeling so anxious that I undid the top button of my shirt just to breathe. I tried to push the tie knot back up in a way that didn’t make it look like the button was undone, but I knew I wasn’t making the right impression and that bothered me. I was surprised that it wasn’t Master Figata in the office; I’d assumed that he’d be exclusively in charge of my formal development. I was instead greeted by Master Weston, a man that I don't know quite as well. My only interaction with him happened about three weeks ago when he was seated next to me in the formal hall. Looking back, I guess he did seem a little more curious about me than I probably should have expected… He was considerably less warm with me this time. As I sat down in the office he was reading some sort of official file, which I assume was filled with information about me. I could feel the beads of anxious sweat prickling on my forehead. I wondered if it was too late to try to do my top button back up again. He asked if I still believed that I wasn’t attracted to men, and I confirmed that this was indeed the case. My encounter with Master Figata was, of course, something which could easily be defined as a man-to-man sexual encounter. It could also be argued to be a one-off; an elevated learning experience which doesn’t necessarily define me as gay. To be honest, I was utterly confused. I'd deliberately pushed any thoughts about carnal pleasure to the very back of my mind, refusing to entertain them for fear of them engulfing me. He handed me an ornate glass vessel and told me to drink the substance inside. It was like very pure water; there was no color, taste, or smell. Then, he told me to undress… I immediately felt a rush of adrenaline, wondering if Master Weston was about to do the same thing to me that Master Figata had done. Perhaps he was even planning to take things a little further. I may be inexperienced for my age, but I’ve seen a few naughty films on the internet, so I know what happens when two men have sex, and ever since Master Figata put that dildo into my ass, I’ve got quite a strong sense of what it might feel like to have something else pushed up there. I was rock-hard by the time I’d taken my pants off. I knew that my penis was tenting like crazy in my boxers, but I didn’t try to hide it because Master Figata taught me not to be embarrassed by that sort of thing. Master Weston certainly seemed to be quite impressed by what was happening down there. He kept glancing with an amused look on his face. And, of course, as I removed my shirt, my brain instantly started flooding with dirty thoughts about him. He looked so handsome in his suit and tie, he smelt amazing, and the more I focused on that, I became desperate to feel the bristles of his lustrous beard touching my skin. I was so hard that I had to push my dick back into my shorts. Master Weston moved towards me and started to touch me all over my body with just his fingertips. Every touch caused me to shiver; he was barely making contact, and yet I was aroused in a way I couldn’t even comprehend. My dick began to throb like crazy and before I knew what was happening, he’d dropped to his knees and was very slowly rolling my garments down. He instructed me to climb onto the desk. I instinctively knew that he wanted me to present myself to him, like prize-winning livestock at some sort of auction. It should have felt utterly humiliating, but I wanted to please him in any way that I could, so I extended my body, arched my back like a slut and thrust my ass towards him. At that moment, I heard him remove his jacket and roll his shirt sleeves up. Seconds later, I felt his beautiful salt-and-pepper beard tickling against my ass cheeks as he pushed his tongue deep into my hole. I heard the rustle of him removing his shirt and tie, and then felt him push what I assumed to be a finger into me. I glanced back at him and he smiled a big, broad, beautiful grin which made me feel remarkably special. At that moment, I would have walked to the end of the world for him. I heard the snap of his belt and the squeal of his zipper, followed by a hollow thud as his pants hit the ground. Moments later, he pulled me down from the desk and made me lean over it. I knew what was coming; I’d dreamed of the moment since Master Figata had used the dildo on me. The irony was that I had no idea how big Master Weston’s dick actually was. I hadn’t touched it, let alone even seen it. I’d noticed quite a large bulge in his trousers as he was touching me before, but I didn’t have a clue what I needed to prepare myself for. He didn’t waste any time. Seconds after he’d repositioned me on the edge of the desk, I felt him push himself in. There are so few words to explain what happened to my body at that moment. I started to shiver uncontrollably. It was brutal, intrusive, agonizing. But at the same time, it felt amazing. It was like something deep inside me had awakened. I wondered at what stage you officially lose your virginity. Is it when the dick first enters you, or when the guy starts pumping it in and out? Or is it when he shoots his load? It certainly didn’t take very long until he was thrusting in and out of me, which I guess is what you would call fucking. And, in no time at all, what he was doing had stopped hurting and started feeling really good… to the extent that I suddenly became desperate for him to go harder and faster. And, just like that, he did! It was insanely beautiful. No matter where you drew the line, I knew that I was losing my virginity right then. My body was humming and dancing and shaking and gasping. The harder he went, the more I wanted his big, raw cock. I wanted him to use me, to abuse me, to show me what my body was for. Then he pulled out and pushed me onto the table, kissing me passionately, his beard scratching against my chin and his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth. He pulled me onto my back and dragged me to the edge of the table so that he could thrust in and out while looking down at me. It was addictive. He was smiling, almost smugly, like the cat that got the mouse. I guess he knew it was my first time, and that he was my Master. I grabbed his big daddy nipples and tweaked them real hard and he started to grunt and groan. Then I felt a powerful gush of semen bursting out of his giant cock and flooding my insides. If I hadn’t lost my virginity until that point, I had now. And it was as beautiful and spectacular as I’d imagined it would be. We were one and I was his, forever.
3. The Anointing 30mn
I find it very difficult to look at Master Weston without blushing. I see him walking along the halls and when our eyes meet, I invariably find myself thinking about the incredible things that happened when we were last alone together. I don’t think I ever could have predicted that my life would end up making such a dramatic journey away from the path I’d imagined it taking. I’d always felt very strongly that I’d settle down with a nice young girl, and that we’d get married and have children and live a comfortable but fairly ordinary life. If someone had told me that I’d end up with a thing for older, suited men and an almost obsessive desire to be subservient towards them, I’d have laughed. And yet, here I am… For some reason, Master Weston ticks all my boxes. Grey-haired, well-built and incredibly fit for his age, and a level of power and authority so strong that I find myself fantasizing about the extremes I’d be prepared to go to simply to please him. I was summoned to one of the ceremonial rooms to be anointed the other day and was excited to discover that Master Weston was the one who’d lead the ritual. The thought of being alone again with him in a room filled me with great excitement; I couldn’t sleep thinking of what might happen. I arrived right on time. I was handed a simple white robe by one of the servants and led into an area where I washed myself carefully. The robe was designed to slip over the head like a flimsy cotton kaftan. I was instructed to remain naked underneath, which felt pretty strange because none of the cloth covered the sides of my body and there was barely anything to protect my modesty. Master Weston’s voice instructed me to enter the main space. I walked in to find him sitting on a bench, dressed in a beautifully-fitted, pure white suit with an entire wall of white, floor-to-ceiling curtains billowing behind him like some kind of film set. The sight was as awe-inspiring as it was unnervingly surreal. For the briefest moment, I wondered if I was somehow standing at the pearly gates, about to atone for my earthly sins. Master Weston looked up at me and smiled, proudly I think. I felt a million butterflies flapping in my stomach. He stood and walked up to me, informing me that I was due to be anointed and that I was required to do everything asked of me. The statement, of course, was music to my ears, and when he removed his suit jacket, unleashing his intoxicating scent into the room, my heart started pounding. He rolled up his sleeves and gathered up a series of metal containers from the corner of the room. It turned out that they were filled with warm oils with unfamiliar, heady aromas. Master Weston dipped a finger into one of them before drawing a line of oil across my forehead. He repeated the action on my ears, my nose, and my mouth. Before long, he’d rubbed oil into most parts of my body. Each line that he drew made me feel more at one with him, more respected somehow and, bizarrely, more like a man. He pushed my robe aside, and I was as good as naked. I felt no shame that my penis was hard and that it bounced and danced with increasing excitement every time Master Weston’s fingertips drifted onto a new zone of my body. I realized that strings of pre-cum were pouring uncontrollably from my penis, hanging from the tip like delicate chains of silver. There was no hiding that my body was in a state of extreme arousal. I desired Master Weston in a way which I couldn’t fully comprehend. He knelt in front of me and caught a long stream of pre-cum with his tongue, before taking my penis into his warm mouth. The sensation was mind-blowingly pleasurable. I began to tremble; waves of yearning sexual energy rolled up and down my body. At that moment, Master Weston instructed me to sit down on the bench, which was fine with me because my knees had started to buckle. He squatted down beneath me and brought my foot up onto his thigh, massaging oil into every part of it before gently sucking my toes. Then, he stood up and kissed me. The kiss was both passionate and respectful, and I longingly melted into his soft lips. I was his. He was mine. There was no one else in the world. He began to remove his clothes, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal an impressive, bear-like body. The hairs were dark around his stomach and greyer around the chest. I dropped to my knees to serve him and he pushed his underwear down to reveal his stiffening member which I began to suck. It tasted wonderful and it responded to my hungry lips, doubling in size and becoming rock solid. I tried to get it as deep as I could into my mouth, even down into my throat, fighting the desperate urge to gag. He ordered me onto all fours and knelt behind me, rubbing his beard between my ass cheeks, and probing my hole with his talented tongue until I was desperate to feel his beautiful dick inside me. I didn’t need to wait long. He pressed himself against my hole, which immediately opened itself up for him. Moments later, he was in a push-up position above me, thrusting in and out, pounding me like a huge stag in heat, ramming his giant dick as far as he could into my guts. He knelt up behind me and I started to ride his dick as fast and as hard as I could, squeezing my ass muscles around his hard cock while he loudly moaned, groaned, and grunted. He turned me onto my back and I watched as his face took on a look of determination, almost as though his sudden new desire was to utterly ruin my ass. I grabbed hold of his nipples and twisted them as hard as I could with my fingertips until he was purring like a cat—and then roaring like a lion. Moments later, he pulled his dick out of me and shot an immense load all over my stomach. Part of me was disappointed that he hadn’t cum inside me, but before I could dwell on that he pushed his dick back into me so that his powerful DNA could find its way into my bloodstream. He collapsed, utterly exhausted, onto my body, and we kissed passionately for what seemed forever, our bodies interwoven, connected mentally, physically, and now spiritually.
4. Atonement 35mn
When they informed me that I’d been called to attend my Atonement Ceremony, I felt confused. Atonement means just one thing to me, and that’s the acknowledgement of sin. I mean, I know we’re all sinners. I’ve read the Bible. I’ve heard the people with megaphones on street corners. But within the context of this order, the word made no sense to me. Since arriving here I’ve done nothing but try to be a better version of myself. I’ve worked hard. I’ve certainly always presented myself as positively as possible. What was I actually atoning for? More upsetting was the knowledge that my ceremony was to be overseen by Master Snow. To be honest, I was rather hoping to spend more time with Master Weston. I kinda thought—or maybe hoped—that we had something going. And then it struck me… Perhaps I was atoning for my interest in him? I’ll confess to having repeatedly pleasured myself while thinking about him. I’ve also fairly regularly found myself hanging around in places where I know he’ll be, really just to catch his eye. Perhaps the truth is that I’ve embarrassed Master Weston in some way? That is a sin of sorts, isn’t it? The ceremonial room was in a different wing of the complex, one which I’d never been given permission to enter. I was escorted there by one of the chamber servants who didn’t seem to want to speak that much. Our feet echoed loudly as we walked down the darkened corridor; I felt increasingly uneasy. The servant stopped outside a large, ornately carved, wooden door and told me, rather sternly, to wait until I was summoned. Then he vanished into the darkness. I must have waited for at least five minutes, heart pounding in my ears, before hearing my name being called from inside… I entered, expecting the place to be clean and blindingly white like the other ceremonial rooms, but this one was quite different: This room was filled with flickering, guttering candles, and so dark I had no idea how big it was. It felt like some sort of temple and in the middle of the space there was a long, low table with a black silk sheet stretched over it. As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I noticed Master Snow sitting in a suit and tie at the head of the table. Two other Masters were also present: Master Figata, and… yes! Master Weston. My heart, of course, leapt. It was exciting to see him there; maybe I hadn’t embarrassed him after all. I turned and looked at him, expecting a smile of encouragement or at least some sort of acknowledgement, but he looked straight through me, like he didn’t know me. My instinct was to style it out; to stand upright, affecting an air of casual confidence, like I didn’t care what he thought. This approach proved worthless rather severely when Master Snow instructed the other Masters to prepare the table. They pulled away the silk fabric to reveal what can only be described as a series of dildos of increasing sizes attached to the table top. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but it certainly made me nervous. Snow then instructed Master Weston to prepare me. Time froze as the man I’d become so attached to stood up and walked over to me, undoing my tie with a distant, dispassionate look in his eye. I felt rejected, but there was no way I was going to show it. If Master Weston was no longer interested in me, I’d simply make him aware of what he was missing by totally nailing whatever crazy challenge was heading my way. Weston stood behind me and undressed me slowly. I didn’t allow myself to feel intimidated. I know I have a body which men want to see. In fact, I’ve worked very hard to make sure this is the case. I remained stoic and proud, even as Weston fetched a silver tray with oil dispensers on it. I started to realize the nature of the challenge I was about to endure, and tried not to let that fact show on my face… I know Master Weston enjoyed rubbing the oils into my body but I remained aloof. There was no way I was going to give him the benefit of seeing a chink in my armor. I knew my duty was to lower my ass down onto the first of the pegs, and I did so as unflinchingly as possible. It actually felt rather good, and so I rode it, defiantly staring Weston in the face before deliberately turning my full attention to Master Snow, who instructed me to continue to the next peg. This one was bigger, and it certainly made me groan. I stared Master Snow in the face. I don’t really understand what happened, but in that very instant I felt a rush of insane sexual excitement. I knew I wanted Master Snow. The thought hit me like a thunder bolt—it was a visceral desire which blind-sided me. I found myself staring at him, watching him arrogantly sitting with his legs parted, and I rode that peg imagining I was riding him. The third peg was a little more problematic, but I managed it well enough, even though it sent shivers through me. At one point I felt Master Weston’s hand on my shoulder. I figured he was trying to be reassuring or caring, but then I realized he was pushing me down further onto the peg so my ass would take the entire thing. Master Snow asked if I was ready for the next peg. It seemed considerably wider than the one I was riding, but I knew I’d be able to take it. I was right—it took a lot of will-power and it hurt like hell, but I succeeded and I knew Master Snow was impressed. He asked if I thought I could keep going onto the penultimate peg and I nodded, despite not being entirely convinced myself… This next peg was considerably larger and the moment I started to lower myself onto it, I felt a crashing sense of empending failure. I am, however, proud to say that I pursued the mission, even though every last part of me was screaming not to do it. I pushed myself down onto the peg, shaking uncontrollably and feeling like my butt was being torn apart by some sort of bizarre self-inflicted wound. The sensation was beyond intense. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It was almost as though my body were shutting down. There was one more peg. It was wide and not at all penis-shaped. My own dick was plainly up for the challenge—I’ve seldom been so hard—but my brain knew it was going to be impossible. I shuffled along the table and hovered over it, taking a deep breath before tentatively dropping down. I was desperately willing my hole to expand and take it, but try as I might, it just wasn’t happening. I had to acknowledge defeat, and embrace the notion that consequences were undoubtedly heading my way. Master Snow then informed me that I now need to prove my worthiness through sacrifice. His words freaked me out, but I remained as calm as I could. Before I’d had time to process what was happening, he’d stood up and was running his thumbs over my nipples. He undid his tie and I felt my dick bouncing and dripping with pre-cum. I was nervous as all hell, but I have never felt such excitement. He pulled down his suit pants, exposing his enormous penis, which tented obscenely in his semi-transparent garment. I had seldom seen a more beautiful thing. He instructed me to turn around and bend over and I heard the sound of him lowering his underwear and squirting oil onto his dick. He wasted no time whatsoever, slowly, but very surely, pushing his big dick into me until I thought I was going to explode. It made me yell out loud in a mixture of shock and pure ecstatic desire. He brought his leg up onto the table, wrapping his thigh around mine. I knew at that point that I wanted Master Snow more than I’ve wanted anyone or anything in my life. It sounds bizarre, but I knew he held the key which would unlock the next exciting chapter in my journey of discovery. He fucked me mercilessly—and I never wanted it to stop. Each stroke was majestic and magical, amazing and animalistic. His dick hit places inside me that I never knew existed. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Master Weston. My desire for him was a thing of the past. I just wanted Snow. From now on I was his and his only. He stood me up and really hammered me. So fast. So hard. So rhythmic. He slammed his entire body into me until it was all I could do to keep myself standing upright. Then he pulled out of me and started to grunt. I felt his semen spraying up my back—all the way to my neck. It must have been the most impressive sight imaginable and I was so pleased that I’d triggered such an intense reaction from him. He pushed himself back into me and I jerked myself like a crazy person as his twitching dick continued to fill me with tiny droplets of cum. I exploded everywhere—all over the table—all over the dildos. His dick literally pumped the semen out of my body. Then, as he kissed me with breathtaking passion, I knew I was hooked.
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