The Calling – Chase Tyler & Matthew Figata
“You like men?”
I know you shouldn’t lie, and I know it’s not very smart to lie to an imposing figure like Mestre Figata. Still, when he asked whether or not I liked men, I reflexively told him no.
Of course, that was wrong; he knew what Master Kamp had gotten out of me during my previous interview with the Order. …More than just the truth. And yet, years of hiding my oldest secret, they reflexively assumed, even in front of a Grandmaster.
Master Figata, his wrinkled face set in a doubtful look, asked me to get up. He made me take off my pants, then my suit, then my tie, and finally my collared shirt, leaving me in my underwear. An inner submission guided me through the movements, led by Figata’s voice. He took control when I was uncertain and, as Mestre Figata’s hands revealed to me, he was much more honest than I was.
My erection, displaying how aroused I was by orders from older men, pressed against my clothes and smeared the front with pre-cum. Master Figata ran his hands briefly over the tip of my cock, and just that slight movement sent a spark coursing through the nerves of my body. It made me whimper in need.
How good it felt, I thought, to have the truth squeezed out of me.
He followed behind me and stretched his arms over mine. Master Figata’s stone hands gripped my pecs, groping them so hard that when his hands relaxed, I felt the ghost of his strength still in my flesh. I shuddered. The way he caressed me, crushing the muscle completely in his big palm, then working his grip gently on the tip of my nipples, sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
It was so exciting to be handled like an object, like a toy. Forcing me to reveal secrets to someone of such great power, who seemed to know exactly how to bring my body to the brink with practiced movements.
My legs were weak and my knees were shaking. Master Figata looked at me with that warm, welcoming smile and said nothing. He just kept stroking my chest, squeezing and massaging my pectorals, occasionally using a thumb to push hard on one nipple or another.
With words of instruction that I understood before even thinking about them, I found myself on all fours on top of Master’s pale wood table.
He traced the lines on the table with his fingertip as he walked behind me. With his hands on me, he instructed me to spread my legs a little wider. I complied, my body shaking with excitement as he pulled my panties down. Those same strong hands that tended to my front now cupped and caressed my bottom.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
It was good to be praised, but better to be teased. Mr. Figata put his face between my cheeks. He licked my entrance, and the wet dip of his tongue put me in a kind of trance – I arched against him instinctively.
He complied, placing his hand under my buttocks and holding me steady as he attacked my hole. Master drove me into a frenzy with each lap, occasionally touching me as he caught his breath.
Master Figata’s language seduced me at a pace that made me forget time and place. When the last blow came out of me, I nearly collapsed onto the table, overwhelmed with pleasure.
He towered above me – I heard the clatter of his unbuckled belt falling to the floor. He took his cock in one hand, stroking himself slowly, then dipped it into my hole.
I had never felt so much pleasure. His thick manhood, like a powerful muscle, swooped in and punched me. It made my balls tight inside. My body obeyed silent orders of submission. I could only grunt as he entered me, and I allowed myself to be scattered.
Every time this Master shoved it up my ass, I felt like I was going to explode. And with each thrust he found, by some divine force, my prostate – that little knot of nerves hidden inside me that bombarded me with sensation.
As his pace quickened, he turned me onto my back. It was the first time since he’d brought me to the table that I’d been able to look at his face, which was shining with purpose. He slammed into me over and over, and allowed me to stroke my own rock hard cock beside him.
I didn’t realize this was the lesson of the Order guiding my hand, for I was so lost in the waves of pleasure that no thought occurred to me. I just wanted to come. And I wanted Master to come inside me.
As if to celebrate my wordless admission, Master pulled out and jerked his own much larger cock next to mine. We exploded together and anointed my thighs with shared seed.
We stayed like that for a short time, joined in shared carnality, sweaty and exhausted. He ran his fingers through my hair, toweled me off.
next and dressed me accordingly.
I left Master Figata’s office with a much better understanding of the Order, myself and the value of truth.
It was one of the best days of my life – and yet it was just one of the many lessons the Order and my new masters had planned for me.
After what Master Figata had taught me, I was prepared to face them. All of them, and whenever possible.
