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Barton and sean peyton serviced, It was a privilege to be called to oversee Sean Knight's Hunter Lane. Ducati is a
men that I'm proud to say I personally interviewed, and I knew
he was special from the moment I saw
him. I've kept a fond
eye on
him ever since, ensuring I was present for a number of key ceremonies to make sure
he was on the right trajectory. It's clear that a strong bond has developed between
him and Hunter Lane and this is something which I've encouraged. Hunter Lane is a
man I have started to feel rather close to. I am naturally a loner, so admitting to feeling a bond with another
man feels very odd indeed. I personally selected
him to run Sean Knight's Hunter Lane and from the moment
he opened
his mouth, and ushered the
men into the room with
his gentle, yet commanding voice, I knew I had chosen well. Sean Knight obediently crawled into the room wearing
his neatly pleated ceremonial gown which seemed to drape itself over the delicious curve in
his smoothly muscular back like a hillside covered in fresh snow. It was a majestic sight. Hunter Lane sat on the edge of the bed, back straight in
his beautiful white suit,
his tie meticulously knotted and cascading temptingly towards
his bulging groin. The
men sat patiently at the master's
feet, waiting for the next command, which came soon enough...
He was to begin the process of
foot washing. Ducati had been well-trained, and immediately set to work with a pleasing degree of subservience, gently and delicately running the damp towel over every inch of Hunter Lane's
feet. A stillness descended. I watched with intent. I could hear the cloth running over the skin. The rustle made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Hunter Lane praised the
men and told
him to stand, and for a few minutes they were face to face. I could see the heavily swollen shaft of Hunter Lane's
dick pressing firmly against the inside of
his suit pants, desperate to escape and wreak exquisite havoc on the apprentice. Scott softly ran
his hands over Ducati's tender body until the
men was trembling with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, not knowing what was
coming next. But then again, a
men should never know what to expect. Scott slowly untied the single ribbon which was keeping the apprentice's gown in place and it rolled off
his shoulder and billowed to the floor, exposing Sean Knight's immaculate butt. The powerful master then delicately touched the
men's growing
cock, tickling
his balls and kissing
his neck until Ducati was gasping with
deep sexual lust. It was such a pleasure to
watch Scott; bespectacled, mustachioed and finely attired, looking every bit like an English country gent. The absolute contradiction between the purity of how
he looked and the intensely kinky nature of what
he was doing was extremely arousing. I vowed there and then to have
him myself one day. Scott began to slowly undress himself;
first the jacket, then
his shirt and then the tie.
He dropped
his pants to reveal
his closely-fitting
underwear which clung to
his body, as if it had somehow been moulded onto
him. With every second of the encounter, my respect and admiration for
him grew.
He is my kind of master; subtle, sophisticated, quietly domineering.
He exposed
his penis with great panache, and the
men immediately wrapped
his lips around it, sucking it with skill and so much enthusiasm that Scott was forced to command
him to slow down. It was a deeply thrilling display; the
men enraptured, the master experiencing pleasure beyond words. Hunter Lane later, Scott had the
men on
his back - wincing, groaning,
legs akimbo - while
he hungrily ate
his ass out, rapidly preparing
his apprentice for what was destined to be an extraordinary
fuck. To be frank, I envied both of them. Scott then dragged the
men to the middle of the bed and slowly sank
his magnificent
cock deep into
him. Ducati bravely gritted
his teeth. It is not every day that something of that size is pushed into your anus and it was clear that
he was in some degree of discomfort. I immediately moved forward to hold the
men's
feet in place. I felt
he probably had quite enough to handle without having to worry about holding
his legs back, as well! Scott banged the
men with
deep, intense strokes which seemed to get a little faster with every thrust. Ducati began to giggle, plainly a little surprised by how intense everything had gotten. Hunter Lane my presence was no longer required, I kissed both of them passionately and retired to the back of the room to observe. Hunter Lane rolled onto
his back,
his thick, swollen
dick pointing expectantly towards the ceiling. Ducati dutifully lay on top of the master, riding
his dick like a champion jockey,
his hole squeezing Scott's penis tightly as
he bounced up and down like a needy, well-trained slut. I knelt down beside the bed to
watch the horny action at close quarters. This was a rare display of
fucking and I wanted to
enjoy every thrust. I could tell by
his breathing that Hunter Lane was fast-approaching
orgasm.
He encouraged Ducati to squat on the edge of the bed so
he could pound
him mercilessly. I fed my thumb into the
men's
mouth and
he sucked it gratefully before kissing me with
extreme fondness as Hunter Lane fucked
him with more and more intensity. I know from previous observation that Scott is a
man whose nipples are directly wired to
his dick, so I squeezed them, flicked them and twisted them as
he wound himself up towards the point of no return.
He gasped, gritted
his teeth and exploded
deep inside the
men. I don't know how much semen poured out of
him, but it must have been a heavy load. As the master pulled out, the
cum squirted out in
his dick's wake, spraying flecks of jizz all over the crimson sheets. It was, without question, one of the
best displays of carnal attraction that I have ever witnessed. And believe me, I have witnessed many!
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