I know u shouldn’t lie, and I know it’s not terribly smart to lie to an imposing figure like Master Figata. Still, when bloke asked if I did or did not like men, I reflexively told him I didn’t.
Of course, this was wrong; bloke knew what Master Kamp had got out of me during my earlier interview with The Order. …More than just the truth. And yet, years of hiding my longest-held secret reflexively took over, even in the face of a Grandmaster.
Master Figata, his wizened face etched with a dubious look, asked me to stand. Man had me remove my pants, then suit, restrain, and in the end my collared shirt, leaving me down to nothing but my undergarments. An inner submission guided me throughout this the motions, led by Figata’s voice. It took charge when I was uncertain and, as Master Figata’s hands revealed to me, it was far greater amount honest than I was.
My erection, exposing how much I was turned on by being ordered by older men, pressed out against my garments and stained the front with precum. Master Figata brushed his hands briefly across the tip of my member, and just this slight motion sent a spark coursing through the nerves of my skin. It made me whimper with need.
How fantastic it felt, I thought, to have the truth coaxed out of me.
Boy went behindhand me, and reached his arms over mine. Master Figata’s stony hands squeezed my pecs, groping them forcefully adequate that when his hands relaxed, I felt the ghost of his strength still in the skin. I shuddered. The way guy fondled me, crushing the muscle totally in his huge palm, then working his grip gently towards the tip of my nipps, sent waves of fun coursing throughout that my skin.
It was so exciting — being manipulated like an object, like a trinket. me to reveal secrets to someone of such amazing power, who seemed to know precisely how to bring my flesh to the brink with practiced motions.
My legs were weak, and my knees trembled. Master Figata looked at me with this warm, welcoming smile and said nothing. Boy just kept fondling my chest, squeezing and kneading my pecs, occasionally using a thumb to push extreme on one pap or other.
With words of instruction I understood before I could even think about them, I found myself on all fours on top of the Master’s cleared wooden desk.
Guy traced the lines of the desk with the tip of his finger as dude walked behindhand me. With his hands upon me, bloke taught me to spread my legs just a little wider. I complied, my flesh shaking with excitement as lad pulled my underwear down. Those same strong hands this nursed my front, instantly squeezed and fondled my rear.
"Beautiful," dude murmured.
It felt awesome to be complimented, but greater to be played with. Mr. Figata brought his face between my cheeks. Guy lapped at my entrance, and the plunge of his wet tongue put me in a sort of trance — I arched back against him, instinctively.
That guy obliged, working a hand beneath my butt and holding me steady as this chub attacked my apperture. Master coaxed me into a frenzy with every lap, occasionally fingering me as gink caught his breath.
Master Figata’s tongue lured me into a rhythm that made me forget both time and location. When the last flick slipped out of me, I almost collapsed onto the desk, overloaded with entertainment.
This guy vagina up above me — I heard the clattering noise of his unbuckling thong as it dropped onto the floor. Buddy took his cock in one hand, stroking himself slowly, then dipped it into my apperture.
I had never felt such delight. His thick manhood, like a powerful muscle, plunged and punched into me. It made my testicles draw up constricting inside. My body obeyed wordless orders of submission. I could just only grunt as that chub drove into me, and I allowed myself to be widen.
every time this Master penetrate into my ass, I felt as if I were going to fly aside. And with each stab gink found, throughout this some divine , my prostate — this little knot of nerves tucked up inside of me this bombarded me with sensation.
As his pace quickened, buddy flipped me over onto my back. It was the 1st time since chap brought me to the desk this I got to look at his face, which glowed with purpose. Lad pounded me over and over, and admitted me to stroke my own rock-hard cock alongside him.
I didn’t realize that this was The Order’s lesson guiding my hand, for I was so lost in the waves of delight that no thought came to me at all. I just craved to cum. And I craved Master to cum inside me.
As if to celebrate my wordless admission, Master pulled out and jerked off his own much larger cock alongside mine. We exploded, jointly, and anointed my inner thighs with shared seed.
We laid like this for a short time, banded jointly in shared carnality, sweaty, and spent. Boy ran his fingers through my hair, cleaned me up with a nearby towel, then dressed me properly.
I left Master Figata’s office with a far greater understanding of The Order, myself, and the value of truth.
It was one of the superlative days of my life—and it was still but one of many lessons The Order, and my new masters, had designed for me. After what Master Figata taught me, I was willing to face em. All of them, and as often as possible.

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