Being called to oversee Apprentice Grant Ducati’s Covenant was an honor I didn’t take lightly. Ducati, a boy I had personally interviewed and monitored since, had always struck me as special. His journey within our order had been one of careful guidance and key ceremonies, ensuring he stayed on the right path. The bond between him and Master Reece Scott had grown strong, something I had encouraged, despite my natural inclination towards solitude.
Master Scott, a man I had come to respect and feel a rare connection with, was the perfect choice to lead Ducati’s Covenant. From the moment he ushered the boy into the room with his gentle yet commanding voice, I knew my selection was right.
Ducati entered the room on all fours, his ceremonial gown draping elegantly over his muscular back like fresh snow on a hillside. Master Scott sat on the edge of the bed, his posture straight and dignified in his pristine white suit. The boy waited patiently at his feet, ready for the next command.
The ceremony began with the ritual of foot washing. Ducati, well-trained and obedient, gently ran a damp towel over every inch of Master Scott’s feet. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of cloth against skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
Master Scott praised Ducati and instructed him to stand. For a moment, they were face to face, the tension palpable. Scott’s hands roamed over Ducati’s body, eliciting tremors of anticipation and trepidation. With a slow, deliberate motion, Scott untied the ribbon holding Ducati’s gown, revealing the boy’s immaculate form. He then touched Ducati’s growing cock, teasing his balls and kissing his neck until the boy was gasping with lust. The contrast between Scott’s gentlemanly appearance and his intensely kinky actions was incredibly arousing.
Scott began to undress, each layer revealing more of his chiseled body. His underwear clung to him like a second skin, and when he finally exposed his penis, Ducati eagerly took it into his mouth, sucking with skill and enthusiasm. Scott, overwhelmed by the sensation, commanded Ducati to slow down, savoring the pleasure.
Moments later, Scott had Ducati on his back, legs spread wide, as he hungrily ate his ass, preparing him for what was to come. The sight was deeply thrilling, a mix of raw desire and tender care.
Scott then positioned Ducati in the middle of the bed and slowly sank his cock deep into him. Ducati gritted his teeth, the discomfort evident but bearable. I moved forward to hold the boy’s feet, allowing him to focus solely on the intense sensations.
As Scott’s thrusts grew faster and more intense, Ducati began to giggle, surprised by the intensity. Feeling my presence was no longer needed, I kissed them both passionately and retreated to observe from a distance.
Master Scott rolled onto his back, his thick cock pointing towards the ceiling. Ducati dutifully straddled him, riding his dick with the skill of a champion jockey. I knelt beside the bed, captivated by the raw, unbridled passion before me.
As Scott neared his climax, he encouraged Ducati to squat on the edge of the bed, allowing him to pound mercilessly. I fed my thumb into Ducati’s mouth, and he sucked it gratefully before kissing me with deep affection. Knowing Scott’s nipples were directly wired to his pleasure, I squeezed and twisted them, driving him to the brink.
With a final, intense thrust, Scott exploded deep inside Ducati, the force of his orgasm causing cum to spill out as he pulled away. The sight was one of the most intense displays of carnal attraction I had ever witnessed, a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that ignites between a master and his apprentice.
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APPRENTICE DUCATI Chapter 5 – The Covenant
Being called to oversee Apprentice Grant Ducati’s Covenant was an honor I didn’t take lightly. Ducati, a boy I had personally interviewed and monitored since, had always struck me as special. His journey within our order had been one of careful guidance and key ceremonies, ensuring he stayed on the right path. The bond between him and Master Reece Scott had grown strong, something I had encouraged, despite my natural inclination towards solitude.
Master Scott, a man I had come to respect and feel a rare connection with, was the perfect choice to lead Ducati’s Covenant. From the moment he ushered the boy into the room with his gentle yet commanding voice, I knew my selection was right.
Ducati entered the room on all fours, his ceremonial gown draping elegantly over his muscular back like fresh snow on a hillside. Master Scott sat on the edge of the bed, his posture straight and dignified in his pristine white suit. The boy waited patiently at his feet, ready for the next command.
The ceremony began with the ritual of foot washing. Ducati, well-trained and obedient, gently ran a damp towel over every inch of Master Scott’s feet. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of cloth against skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
Master Scott praised Ducati and instructed him to stand. For a moment, they were face to face, the tension palpable. Scott’s hands roamed over Ducati’s body, eliciting tremors of anticipation and trepidation. With a slow, deliberate motion, Scott untied the ribbon holding Ducati’s gown, revealing the boy’s immaculate form. He then touched Ducati’s growing cock, teasing his balls and kissing his neck until the boy was gasping with lust. The contrast between Scott’s gentlemanly appearance and his intensely kinky actions was incredibly arousing.
Scott began to undress, each layer revealing more of his chiseled body. His underwear clung to him like a second skin, and when he finally exposed his penis, Ducati eagerly took it into his mouth, sucking with skill and enthusiasm. Scott, overwhelmed by the sensation, commanded Ducati to slow down, savoring the pleasure.
Moments later, Scott had Ducati on his back, legs spread wide, as he hungrily ate his ass, preparing him for what was to come. The sight was deeply thrilling, a mix of raw desire and tender care.
Scott then positioned Ducati in the middle of the bed and slowly sank his cock deep into him. Ducati gritted his teeth, the discomfort evident but bearable. I moved forward to hold the boy’s feet, allowing him to focus solely on the intense sensations.
As Scott’s thrusts grew faster and more intense, Ducati began to giggle, surprised by the intensity. Feeling my presence was no longer needed, I kissed them both passionately and retreated to observe from a distance.
Master Scott rolled onto his back, his thick cock pointing towards the ceiling. Ducati dutifully straddled him, riding his dick with the skill of a champion jockey. I knelt beside the bed, captivated by the raw, unbridled passion before me.
As Scott neared his climax, he encouraged Ducati to squat on the edge of the bed, allowing him to pound mercilessly. I fed my thumb into Ducati’s mouth, and he sucked it gratefully before kissing me with deep affection. Knowing Scott’s nipples were directly wired to his pleasure, I squeezed and twisted them, driving him to the brink.
With a final, intense thrust, Scott exploded deep inside Ducati, the force of his orgasm causing cum to spill out as he pulled away. The sight was one of the most intense displays of carnal attraction I had ever witnessed, a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that ignites between a master and his apprentice.