I walked nervously into the temple. Master Kamp was sitting on a chair dressed
in white. He told me to sit next to him. I was thrown by the questions he was
asking. Had I ever watched pornography? No. Had I looked at men lustfully?
Definitely not. He needed me to prove that what I was saying was true, but all
the questions about sex had made me hard! I was mortified when he told me to
take my clothes off. I undressed slowly, hoping my erection would go down. It
didn't. I sat down again, mortified. Master Kamp then walked behind me and tied
my hands behind the chair before starting to run his hands all over my body. To
say that I wasn't enjoying the experience would be the lie of the century! He
pulled my dick out of my undergarment. The dirtiest thoughts flooded into my
mind. He was a magician. It was as though every part of my body had a receptor
attached to it that Master Kamp was systematically activating! He took a cold,
glass object from a tray below him. It was penis-shaped and I knew where it was
heading... He rested it for a moment against my butt hole and then started to
push it inside. It felt incredible. Then he massaged it, repeatedly, in and out
of me, while running his hand up and down my dick. I realized I was about to
orgasm. He immediately untied my hands and allowed me to touch myself. The semen
burst out of my dick in thick, white ribbons. It was the most intense, bizarre,
wonderful feeling… one which I am desperate to experience again.
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