I’ll confess, I was frightened. I remember looking at myself in the mirror formerly I entered the temple and trying to straighten my restrain while my hands shook nearly uncontrollably. There’s usually something immensely pleasurable about tying a bind up. U know, getting it just right, ensuring this the knot is pristine. But that afternoon, everything felt different…
I guess I was just hopeless to impress them. I had no idea what the interview would entail. I attempted to talk to some of the greater amount advanced undergraduates about it, but they were highly tight-lipped, which just served to make the complete thing seem greater amount mystical somehow. And this made me crave it all the more!
I walked into a gleamingly white room. A man, dressed formally, all in white, was sitting on something which could have been a armchair, but looked more like a throne. I subsequently learned this his name was Master Kamp. Guy had the almost any unbelievable aura ’bout him which wholly drew me in. Buddy was older, of course. I say of course because, throughout my life, I’ve regularly found myself intrigued by older men. My Dad was hardly ever around when I was a kid, so I fantasize I’ve always latched on to guys who might end up filling just a bit of this missing space!
The connection I felt with Master Kamp was not quite just instant. I promptly wanted to impress him but found it nearly impossible to look into his steely eyes without blushing. His unfathomable voice, which was laced with some sort of European accent, literally made the hairs on the back of my neck rise uncontrollably.
This chub told me to sit on the bench next to him and then informed me that dude was going to assess whether I was fine sufficient to enter the Order by asking me a series of questions which I needed to answer certainly. Bloke stressed over and over again that I’d be expected to tell the truth. That guy was plainly expecting me to lie, but I respect myself on on all occasions telling the truth…
I was, in spite of this, without delay thrown by the questions dude was asking because they all seemed to be of a erotic nature and, if I’m honest, I’ve at all times found it relatively easy to avoid impure thoughts. Boy asked if I’d ever watched pornography, which I can honestly say I haven’t. Then lad asked if I’d ever looked at other man in a sexy way. I didn’t even understand the question. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt sexual, let alone looked at someone lustfully…
Then lad told me this chap needed me to prove this what I was saying was real. I do not know why, but I could feel my face burning up. I was surprisingly aware of how close Master Kamp was sitting to me. I could smell his scent, it was a honestly perfect scent, and I couldn’t take my eyes of the knot in his fix, wondering if he’d done it up himself or if his wife had helped him, and before I knew what was going on, I’d started thinking how much I craved to do up his bind for him and, just to combine to my aching, for some ungodly reason, this particular thought now made me begin to get extreme. And the greater amount I essayed to suppress the swelling of my penis, the more it seemed to grow!
I was profoundly embarrassed when dude told me to take my costume off. I stood up and looked down at my pants to watch my penis underneath the fabric, tenting humiliatingly. I can’t suppose what lad must have thought. I was just hoping against hope that bloke somehow wouldn’t notice.
I unclothed as slowly as I could in the hope that my erection would go down a bit, but the moment I dropped my pants, the game was up. They make you dress in these not quite just see-through, tight-fitting boxer trunks and my penis was uttermost as a rock and throbbing in there for the world to see! I covered it with my hands and sat down again, utterly mortified.
Then it all kicked off. Master Kamp walked behindhand me, then pulled my hands away from my crotch and fastened them behind the bench. All I could do was look down at the gigantic, embarrassing, seemingly-immovable object between my legs, which was literally trying to battle its way out of my undergarment. And to make matters worse, the greater amount Master Kamp touched me, the harder it got, and the greater amount my mind started to fill with the craziest, almost any inappropriate thoughts about him.
Guy started running his hands all over my flesh, touching my nipples, my belly and my thighs in a way which made everything begin to twitch. I didn’t have a clue what was going on, but to say I wasn’t enjoying it would be the lie of the century! When his fingers started to make very gentle contact with my dick, I literally thought I was going to explode!
There was a point when I realized this what was happening was okay. An encouraging smile started to form on Master Kamp’s lips which made me relax and embrace what seemed like never-ending entertainment. Our eyes met and I unheraldedly knew precisely what it meant to look at other man lustfully.
Chap pulled my dick out of my trunks and started to run his hand up and down the shaft. Then, all of a unpredicted, guy was rubbing oil into it and grabbing and flicking my testicles until the dirtiest thoughts I’d ever had started flooding into my mind. My lips began to tingle and I felt my legs spreading wider to give greater amount access to Master Kamp. I needed him to know that I was his.
Lad took my sock off and started to massage and then kiss my feet. Man was like a magician. It was as although every episode of my flesh had a receptor linked to it this Master Kamp was activating.
Then lad pulled me forward on the bench so this my buttocks was hanging off the brink, and I felt his oil-covered fingers moving towards my hollow. All I could think was how fine it would feel if they were to go inside. And formerly I knew it, he’d done just that and I was in heaven.
That guy took a glass object from a tray below him and ran it up and down the shaft of my dick. It felt cold. It was sort of penis-shaped and I instinctively knew where it was heading. The oddest thing was this I craved it to go there.
This guy rested it for a moment against my butt hollow – tantalizingly – and then started to poke it in. It felt strange to begin with, like it wasn’t gonna receive up there without causing a good deal of damage. My instinct was to tense up but something told me to force myself to relax. And at that moment, it went inside. My dick was twitching and throbbing like crazy, not quite just like something inside it was trying to get out… I started to worry that I was going to piss myself.
Chap repeatedly pushed the glass thing in and out of me, while, at the same time, running his hand up and down my dick. I could feel something tickling in my nuts and realized this I was about to orgasm.
Chap untied my hands and granted me to touch myself. I have always tried not to do that in the past, but it felt so right to be doing it then. I looked right into his eyes and frenziedly tugged at my dick until I exploded.
The semen burst out the head of my dick in thick white ribbons. At the same time my skin went all prickly. Then a wave of immense entertainment rolled through me. I couldn’t tell if I was sexual or cold. It was the most fervent, bizarre, wonderful feeling… one which I am desperate to experience other time.

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