Grand Master Figata called me to his office at noon today. The closer I got to the meeting, the more nervous I got.
The Grand Master looked rather stern when he said he wanted to see me and I was sure he would be in trouble. I knew it had something to do with Master Kemp and all the things that happened to him.
To be honest, the whole thing really confused me.
It hadn’t occurred to me that I might be attracted to men and half the time I didn’t know if Kemp was punishing me or trying to turn me on. And ever since then, I’ve been worried that I’ve somehow managed to fall into a tricky trap and that it’s only a matter of time before I get kicked out of the Brotherhood for being a sexual deviant.
When I arrived at Grand Master Figata’s office, I convinced myself that my journey with the Brotherhood was over and that he was going to ask me to come home with my tail between my legs. I was shaking like a leaf when I sat down.
His first words cut me off.
“Do you know why you’re here? Are you sure you’re not attracted to men?
I didn’t know what to say, not just because I didn’t know what I should have said, but because I didn’t know what the real answer was.
He stayed. I faltered. I thought he was going to punish me. He grabbed my tie and pulled me to my feet.
My entire body started to tense up, but instead of hitting me or hitting me, he pushed his palm towards my crotch and started rubbing it.
Of course, I instantly started to get hard. There is something so incredibly magnetic and masculine about Grandmaster Figata, and up close, he smells so good!
He started to undo my tie, then tossed it to the floor like a piece of garbage. Then he was undoing my shirt and I was shaking like a leaf again.
I asked him if what we were doing was okay and he told me to just do what he said so I tried to relax.
Moments later, he was unbuttoning my belt and my pants were falling to the floor with a heavy thud. Then he pulled my shirt off and started running those huge hands of his across my chest. My heart was pounding and I suddenly realized that all I wanted to do was submit to him.
Then he kissed me. It took my breath away.
He told me to stay at his table of four. I wanted to ask why, but it somehow felt inappropriate to question him, despite the fact that it made me feel uncomfortable all over again.
He walked around me, inspecting me as if I were some kind of sculpture in an art gallery. Then he pulled my panties down and stuck his tongue in my hole.
No one has ever done anything like this to me before. For a moment, it made me feel incredibly uncomfortable; then I was engulfed in a wave of deep, deep pleasure.
He walked up in front of me and told me to take his dick out. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I desperately wanted to see him, touch him… taste him.
He told me to get on his knees before pulling his panties down and allowing his giant cock to come out like some kind of crazy toy with a spring! I don’t know what he got into me, but I had it in my mouth within seconds.
The moment I started to taste it, I didn’t want to stop. I sucked, licked, swallowed, licked, chewed. I wanted to do whatever pleased him.
