Apprentice Grant Ducati was thrilled. This time, he would be satisfying the desire of one of the most skilled masters, Reece Scott, while Master Felix Kamp instructed him on Scott’s preferences.
Master Scott, now visibly excited, his suit barely containing him, let his hands explore Ducati’s trembling body. With a swift tug, he undid the ribbon securing the gown, causing it to fall to the floor. Ducati stood there, fully exposed, his breath catching as his body tensed with anticipation. Scott didn’t hesitate, removing his own clothes with practiced ease. He guided Ducati onto the bed, positioning himself between the young man’s legs, preparing him with deliberate care. Ducati’s fingers gripped the sheets, his body arching as Scott’s mouth brought him closer to the edge. When Scott finally entered him, Ducati grimaced but bit his lip, resolved not to make a sound.
Scott set a demanding pace from the start, each thrust more intense than the last. Soon, he rolled onto his back, his cock erect as he motioned for Ducati to take the lead. The young man mounted him without hesitation, riding him with a blend of resolve and desperation that drew a groan of approval from Scott.
The final act found Ducati on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed while Scott took him from behind. It was intense, almost punishing, and when Scott finally climaxed, he did so with a force that left Ducati trembling. As Scott withdrew, a trail of evidence followed, and Ducati collapsed onto the bed, panting and exhausted.
