I received one more message from Master Cox this morning. I was to just now report to Room 11 where I’d get further instructions.
I’d heard no thing from him since my torment a month agone. I’d been trying to keep my head down and work as hard as I could in the hope he’d hear nice things about my progress, so I sincerely hoped I wasn’t in trouble anew.
I actually truly crave Master Cox to be glad with me. In fact, for the final not many weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a type of masculine force which I discover utterly compelling and hugely inspiring. It makes me desire to be better… And I longed to feel him inside me afresh.
So, I went to Room 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to suit myself in the white ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg.
It took me the longest time to figure out how to put em on. At 1st glance they appeared to be to be no thing but a mass of pleated white fabric. I got into quite a panic trying to put em on, worrying I was intend to receive it all wrong and wind up being punished another time. In the end I think I managed to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I felt it looked like some type of baggy toga.
I took a unfathomable breath, knocked on the door and was said to go into. As I opened the door, I heard a voice telling me to crawl, so I just now got on all fours. The room was blinding. Almost anything inside was white and it was truly brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric.
I saw Master Fantana 1st, standing at the back of the room, looking extremely formal, in a pure white dress, shirt and tie. I couldn’t make no doubt of how stylish and smart this chab looked. The final time I’d seen his face, this chab was indeed shooting a load inside me!
My eyes moved from Fantana onto a flash of pure red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a giant white sofa in the centre of the room. I don’t know why it took me so lengthy to notice it. It was the merely bit of color in the room and I guess it scared me a little - not quite as though that pool of blood red were warning me of danger.
Then I saw Master Cox sitting on the couch and instantly felt this avid bolt of electricity surging throughout my body. He was similarly clothed to Master Fantana and looked each bit as smart and handsome… perhaps even greater amount so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his marvelous, black eyes look one as well as the other doleful and dangerous.
I crawled across the room towards him and stopped at his feet. He said me to start washing, and some type of instinct have to have kicked in, coz I knew I needed to carefully remove his white slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the bowl of holy water in front of the ottoman and delicately work it into his feet. I was half waiting him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but this chab told “very good” and said me to stand up.
He turned me around and started to touch me so intimately. Fireworks just now started exploding in my head and my entire body began to shake. This was my corporalist; the stud who’d relieved me of my boyhood and made me a guy in the almost all gripping way. I was despairing to have him inside me anew. I needed to relive the force surge which came when I felt his life-giving seed gushing into my body. That pont of time, when that guy poked himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to treat however this guy wanted. I would have done everything for him.
He undid the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me entirely bare and vulnerable. He instructed me to receive on my knees previous to unbuckling his strap and letting his trousers and underpants fall to the floor. His schlong was hard and I sucked it as lovingly as I could during the time that this guy removed the rest of his clothing. I knew this guy liked it. He was whimpering gently.
He sat back down on the sofa and I continued to use my throat to enjoyment him, taking my cues from the sounds this guy was making. I got absolutely carried away. I’d at no time done everything like it in my life in advance of, but doing it with him felt right.
He poked me on all fours down onto the couch and I thrust my butt towards him knowing what this chab wanted. A pont of time later, I felt the tip of his cock gliding over my aperture and then not fast making it is way inside me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the final time that remaining calm was important.
And then that guy was making love to me and my rod was hard as a rock. I could feel the pre-cum cascading from my jock.
I discovered myself looking str8 at Master Fantana, but that guy kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to remember shooting his jism inside me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to desire to do it once more.
But Master Cox’ wang felt so priceless. I loved that that guy appeared to be as horny this time as he’d appeared to be final month. If everything, this guy was banging me even harder this time. He got me on the daybed, on my back, and said Fantana to hold my legs back so this guy could fuck me indeed unfathomable and kiss me passionately at the same time. He appeared to be hopeless for me. Addicted nearly.
Fantana was rubbing himself and gently touching my nipps. Then that guy pulled his hard wang out of his dress panties and I got on all fours and sucked it during the time that Master Cox group-fucked me like some type of insane beast from behind.
Then that guy started to convulse violently and roar and gasp and suddenly I could feel his life-seed entering me afresh, gushing
into me like he’d poked a pantyhose pipe into my butt and turned on the tap. As this guy pulled out it squirted everywhere.
Then Fantana said me to roll onto my back, and started jerking his weenie right over my face, until that guy exploded into my throat. Then this chab kissed me actually passionately. And I lay there, full of the cum of those great males, feeling stronger, bolder and greater amount nice-looking.

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