Master Figata asked me to stand. He had me remove my pants, then suit, tie, and
finally my collared shirt, leaving me down to nothing but my undergarments. An
inner submission guided me through the motions, led by Figata's voice. My
erection, exposing how much I was turned on by being ordered by older men,
pressed out against my garments and stained the front with precum. Master Figata
brushed his hands briefly across the tip of my member, and just that slight
motion sent a spark coursing through the nerves of my body. It made me whimper
with need. It was so exciting — being manipulated like an object, like a toy. My
legs were weak, and my knees trembled. Master Figata looked at me with that
warm, welcoming smile and said nothing. He just kept fondling my chest,
squeezing and kneading my pecs, occasionally using a thumb to push hard on one
nipple or another. With words of instruction I understood before I could even
think about them, I found myself on all fours on top of the Master's cleared
wooden desk. He traced the lines of the desk with the tip of his finger as he
walked behind me. With his hands upon me, he instructed me to spread my legs
just a little wider. I complied, my body shaking with excitement as he pulled my
underwear down. Those same strong hands that nursed my front, now squeezed and
fondled my rear.
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