The Calling 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.
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