Martin And Hugo Raw - Cherry Busting - 1440p Part 3
Video language: English
Raw sits on a chair, taking a good
look at
his new plaything.
He places
his hand on
his crotch. Javi sees
him and smiles.
He tries to get closer to Raw, but
he is stopped and instructed to suit up
first. Javi obeys and begins to take off
his clothes very slowly. The hustler
loves the attention and to be used even more so.
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Duration: 19:01
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Private Session 2012 Scn.12, Part 2 Raw - Private Session
Video language: English
Private Session is one of our most popular and successful apprentices. The masters are universal in their praise for the
boy, and
he's expected to graduate with flying colors. Raw masters Snow, Stone and I have shared equal responsibility for
him. Each of us has focussed on a different aspect of
his training, using differing methods to bring out the very
best in
him. Often, an apprentice is taught on a strictly one-to-one basis, but Private Session's training has been somewhat unique in the amount of group work we have done. That said, the ancient and sacred Sacrament ceremony is a private ritual. It brings an apprentice incredibly close to
his master and it definitely is not a spectator sport. Having developed a close bond with Private Session, I was grateful to be selected to oversee this key rite of passage. I
love slipping into a Raw-piece suit. I
love the way the fabric clings tightly to my well-chiseled body and the way that the vest enhances the shape of my torso. I
enjoy how the "v" at the bottom of my immaculately-tied tie points straight down to my crotch. I associate formal clothing with
sex. It's an almost pavlovian response. As I pull the pants up, I invariably feel my
dick stiffening. I see the specks of semen here and there from where the previous
boy's precum has leaked out of
his dick and soaked into my clothing. It's been awhile since I had the suit dry-cleaned, it's starting to smell of
sex. It's an intoxicating, addictive smell which makes me throb. I had, as usual, already been
hard for a while by the time I beckoned the
boy into the darkened chamber. Everything was in order. The candles were flickering. I was masked-up, wearing the expensive scent that Master Snow had gifted me. The
boy looked great.
He'd worked
hard on
his appearance;
his hair was neat,
he was dressed impeccably in a shirt and tie.
He seemed confident,
he stood tall and proud,
eyes glinting with lustful desire, twinged with just a hint of fear. Fear is a healthy emotion. If
he's learned nothing else since
his arrival, it's that
he should always expect the unexpected. As I ran my hands seductively over
his body
his breathing became shallow.
His torso felt firm through the fabric of
his shirt.
His physique has altered considerably since
coming here. My fingers drifted up towards the knot of
his tie, which I undid slowly.
He licked
his lips in anticipation. I removed my mask and stared into
his eyes. The level of intimacy between us increased with every passing second. A master can let
his guard down in the latter-stages of a
boy's training. The pendulum is expected to swing back towards an equal footing. Of course the apprentice must learn absolute submission, but eventually, it is hoped that
he will become a master himself. For this to happen,
he'll need to be awakened to the power that
he holds. Our heads touched. I brought my lips tantalizingly close to
his. My hand ran down, down, down towards
his bulging
cock, which bounced within the soft fabric of
his pants. There was no rush. I had all the time in the world. I undid
his shirt button by button savoring every moment as I slowly exposed
his holy garments which clung seductively to the delicate flesh of
his chest. Our lips finally touched. A bolt of pure electricity passed between us. I wrapped my hands around
his body and we kissed lingeringly. We stood for some time, staring into each other's
eyes, breathing each other's breath. I held
him tightly, squeezing
his torso, pressing myself possessively into
him from behind.
He was my charge. I undid
his belt and allowed it to fall to the floor before standing behind
him and nuzzling
his ear, pulling
his head back and kissing
his neck with great passion like a vampire from the
man he's in the process of siring. Private Session gasped and groaned. I undid
his pants and pushed my hand between
his firm
legs, grasping
his dick through the warm fabric of
his pre-
cum-soaked underpants and jerking
him off, waves of pure suddenly surging through my body. I pushed
him against the large, ceremonial bench in the middle of the room. I removed my suit jacket, exposing my vest, the chain of my fob-
watch glinting in the candlelight.
He looked around at me. I smiled, then knelt, slowly pushing down
his underpants to reveal the true glory of
his peach-like butt. Within seconds my tongue was inside it; my beard rubbing against
his ass cheeks as I made
his hole quiver and dance. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. The
boy turned around and I fed my
big hard cock into
his warm, inviting
mouth.
He sucked as I inched it
deeper and
deeper into
his throat. It wasn't enough. I needed to
fuck...
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