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Grandmaster Angus, Grandmaster Savage, Master Kamp, Master Oaks and Apprentice Blue
June 24, 2021 | Full Length Video : 30min 24sec
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The head games Apprentice Blue felt weren’t an accident. Everytime the young apprentice did as the masters said, he couldn’t tell if he was succeeding or failing to meet their expectations. He strived to do what was asked and to impress the men who could help determine his future, but they left him unable to ascertain their judgement.

In a way, this drove Apprentice Blue a little mad. He opened his mind, his heart, and his body to them, desperate for approval, only to be left wondering what more he could do. He didn’t realize, of course, that this was exactly the plan that the masters had for him.

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Without any firm acceptance or approval of his performance, the eager young man pushed himself further and harder than he ever would. They wanted to see just how far he would go given his own propensity for submission, separate from any progress report or affirmation. This couldn’t have been more clear than when it came time for Blue’s atonement.

The name implies a corrective action, a payment or sacrifice for having done something wrong or inadequate. In truth, Blue had been a perfect initiate, determined yet obedient. He was handsome, smart, strong, and becoming more aroused each time the masters stripped him down to play with his manhood and hole. But what the atonement provided was an opportunity for the leaders to see if the apprentice was willing to put the desire of the Order before his own.

When Blue entered the ceremony room, he was surprised to see three men sitting in rich, ornate chairs, dressed in dark, fine suits with silk ties and polished shoes. Their combined presence filled the air with a hint of expensive cologne and leather. He wondered who they were or if he’d met them before; their faces were covered with strange masks that hid their identities.

Beside them, placed like a coffee table, was a long piece of furniture that was too irregular to be a platform for drinks. It was covered with a dark cloth that concealed unknown objects beneath. At the head of the table alongside the others sat Grandmaster Angus, a man Blue did not recognize, despite him having inseminated the young man the night of his initiation.

Grandmaster Angus was a strong, beefy man with a prominent, barrel chest that his dress shirt and tie could barely contain. He had a neatly trimmed beard and a shaved head, but there was a wildness about him all the same. The apprentice could have seen him in another time as a Spartan warrior or a hunter. Even in his most civilized and modern attire, there was something primal in his eyes.

Blue stood still, unnerved by the presence of so many unfamiliar figures, curious about what was hidden beneath the black material. His mind raced with all sort of torture devices and interrogation techniques. The secret society was full of dark history and medieval traditions. For the first time ever, the apprentice wondered if he’d made a terrible mistake.

The men stood up and together lifted the cloth, giving the young man a glimpse of what was to come. It was not a torture device that he could tell, but it certainly was not harmless. Studded in a row like ducks on a path were several dark, shiny objects, bulbing at the top and supported up by a narrow base. Each one progressively got larger until the final bulb resembled an oversized light. The apprentice recognized them by their shape and form: plugs. Anal plugs secured to a heavy, wooden table.

The men explained to him what he must do. He was to sit on each one, pressing his buttocks down flat and firm on the table, starting from the farthest end with the smallest plug, moving forward peg by peg to meet Angus. They told him there would be consequences if he could not complete this task, a punishment that he would not forget.

Blue was mildly scared, to say the least. He’d never tested the limits of his ass, but it seemed like it was somewhere in the last couple pegs for sure. Still, he felt an unusual rush of excitement about the idea of being watched by the group.

Stripping down, Blue felt the cool air of the room on his flesh. He was suddenly aware that he became hard as a rock when he saw the plugs. He removed his undergarments and shoes as Angus requested, trying to think of how he could succeed.

The first few pegs were easy enough. A little oil was provided to him and he sat on each one without any issues. He was ordered several times to stop and lift up his balls to show the men that he had completely taken in the plug on the table. It was strange and awkward at times, but the apprentice only seemed to get more turned on as each increasingly larger plug filled more of his ass.

Every time he sat down, he could feel his prostate being punched. His cock began to leak continuously, prompting Grandmaster Angus at one point to stand up and take a bead onto his finger. He looked at it inquisitively for a moment, as if impressed by the young man’s fluid, only to then stick his finger in Apprentice Blue’s mouth.

The young man couldn’t believe how hot it was. He had never considered the taste of his own seminal fluid, but something about licking it off Angus’ finger made him even more determined to succeed. He wanted to please him. To please all of them. And he only had a few more pegs to go.

It was the second to last peg where the apprentice felt his body begin to fail him. He’d worn out his muscles quite a bit to get to the final steps, and they were not giving him any chance for rest. The penultimate peg stretched his hole out like Master Kamp had previously. It was a little painful and slow-going, but once he got it in, all he could think about was the massive peg left to go.

Grandmaster Angus kept his eyes locked with the apprentice. He could see his want. He could see his struggle. He asked him gently if he could proceed, a question that Blue could barely find the strength to answer. He knew how close he was to finishing and he wanted to more than anything else. Not just to avoid the punishment of failure, but to enjoy the reward of success. He wanted to impress them. He wanted to impress himself! But alas, he couldn’t go any further.

Angus nodded understandingly. He stood up and told the young man to rise up off the table. Blue did, feeling his legs get a little shaky from the constant up and down he’d had to do. Angus ordered him to lean over the table, facing away from himself, and grip onto the pegs for support. The apprentice wasn’t sure what was to come, but he did so without question.

As Apprentice Blue’s hands clung to the warm, wet plugs that once took refuge in the depths of his body, he tried to reconcile his feelings about how close he’d come. He was willing to accept whatever fate they had for him, but deep down, all he wanted was Angus’ approval. Angus took off his clothes behind him, looking to his colleagues and signaling to them his determination. And then, to Blue’s surprise, he felt the older man’s cock slide up inside his hole!

As much as he was tender and tired, the man’s bare shaft seemed to give him a second wind. He couldn’t believe what was happening, expecting the worst before. Now, he could almost laugh with joy. He didn’t know what it meant, but he was more than happy to have the older man pumping in and out of his warmed up ass.

Angus wrapped his tie around Blue’s neck, using it to hold him in place like a leash. Blue couldn’t help but look at the men to the side, watching him get fucked by the beefy man behind him. Then, they all took off their masks, revealing their identities: Master Kamp, Grandmaster Oaks, and Grandmaster Savage. Each man had had their chance to guide him along his path, and now they all bore witness to the trial of the stretcher.

The apprentice was overwhelmed by what he saw, but he was even more overwhelmed by the feeling of being pounded by the big daddy bear. He looked up at his masters, watching their eyes light up with satisfaction at the sight of the young apprentice being so thoroughly used and filled.

Blue felt like he was on the verge of cumming at any moment, but tried to hold off until Grandmaster Angus was done. He wanted nothing more than to feel his load inside him, to coat his hole with his seed and to give him a reward for his efforts. Angus’ body shook as he got close, and Blue, in proper response, gripped tightly to the table, anxiously awaiting the burst of cum that was about to erupt...

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Chapters
1. The Interview 34mn
Cole sat back in the chair, feeling his heart race as Master Kamp began to tie his hands together. His back began to perspire, causing his undershirt to cling to him. He tried his best to show no fear, to present himself to Kamp with the commitment and bravery he thought his apprenticeship would require, but as he felt himself lose his control, the emerging sweat revealed his struggle... Cole was fairly ambitious and driven. He’d always been pushed to excel, giving all he had to succeed and grow. And as his life played out, he found there was little he wasn’t able to achieve. Blessed with handsome good looks, a winning smile, a tall, athletic frame, and friendly disposition, doors seemed to open wherever Cole went. For a time, it seemed the only thing he wouldn’t have is the standard, heteronormative life his parents imagined for him: a wife, a family, the dog and the picket fence. Not because women didn’t throw themselves at him. It was simply that Cole found himself much more attracted to the other boys… even the older men. Cole didn’t know how to navigate those social expectations, but he knew that given his youth and other attributes, he could simply be “focused on career” for a while longer. Still, it didn’t hurt having some other sort of social advantage going forward. Felix Kamp was a handsome man of great authority. A pillar in the community with a deep, booming voice and rugged good looks. He was known by all as a great man of character and true leader. When Cole went looking for a mentor, he could think of no one better than Kamp. Kamp was happy to take Cole under his wing, telling him that he was actually a member of a special fraternal order that sought to help young men like himself. He invited Cole to his office for a formal intake interview to see if he would be a good candidate, insisting that he arrive dressed appropriately and with a strong will. It seemed a little archaic and esoteric, but Cole would do whatever it took to get in good with the influential man. Cole had heard of secret societies and organizations geared towards fraternity and apprenticeship. Men propping each other up, giving each other lifelong benefits and esteem. He knew that being around men of principles, honor, and distinction would greatly help him get whatever he wanted. What he didn’t expect, however, was that these men would put him through trials that would test his own desires... Kamp insisted on being referred to as “Master,” an indication of his experience and position in the society that Cole was about to pledge. Cole didn’t question it, but found himself feeling smaller almost immediately. As Kamp began his initial interview, Cole could feel himself getting nervous, shaken by the power imbalance between them, unfamiliar with the feeling of submission. He’d always been on top. The best, the most, the champ. Here, however, he felt like he did when he was a child. Powerless and confused, looking to adults for guidance and direction. Master Kamp called all the shots by simply opening his mouth, and like some sort of spell, Cole felt compelled to go along. Master Kamp asked him a series of questions, some were more expected than others. Questions about goals, dreams, plans, etc. But when it came to personal questions, Cole wasn’t sure how to answer. He tried to hide his attraction to men, but Kamp seemed less than convinced of his evasive responses. Kamp asked Cole to take off his clothes and put his hands behind his back. Cole was confused by the request, but Kamp’s unflinching, confident request disarmed him. Kamp said it as if it was perfectly routine and normal, making Cole feel like he had to obey in order to get what he wanted. As Cole took off his suit, shoes, shirt, and tie, he felt like he was taking off his armor, leaving him without any way of defending himself. It was thrilling and scary, but it also made him keenly aware of the situation, paying attention to everything Master Kamp did next. Master Kamp stood up, guiding the stripped Cole back to his seat, placing his hands behind his body before taking a rope to his wrists. He knotted it tightly, making sure Cole could not free himself. Cole’s eyes focused on the older man, trying to figure out what would happen next. As Master Kamp finished tying Cole’s hands behind him, he could see the boy’s anxiety at relinquishing control. He studied his face, seeing him try to set himself at ease, all the while open and exposed to the older man. He was stripped down to just his undergarments, his broad, smooth chest out, and his long legs spread wide. Between them, his penis began to stand erect, poking up in his underwear like a flag pole. Master Kamp smiled. Cole was just what he wanted in an apprentice. Running his hand over his chest and torso, he could feel the boy’s heart beating like a drum. As he moved it down to his stomach, Cole’s body flinched, unfamiliar with his touch. He did not recoil, but rather steeled himself, trying to become stronger and more receptive. He did not want to shy away. He persisted, desperate to prove himself, even as he was vulnerable and at his mercy. Kamp brought his hand down to his thighs, massaging his legs, moving up toward his groin. Cole let out a moan. It felt strange and new, but he couldn’t deny it felt good. The older man was in full control and Cole was left to simply respond. To his surprise, Cole could see a wet spot on his underwear, now soiled by precum emerging from his swollen manhood. He didn’t know why he was so aroused, but deep down, he wanted more. Master Kamp saw this as well. He ran his hand over Cole’s cock, grazing the ridge of his shaft with his knuckles. It felt so good that Cole felt his prostate begin to pulse, practically ready to cum right then. But before he could clench down and release, Kamp’s hands moved away, exploring more of his exposed flesh. Master Kamp seemed to have total access to his interviewee’s body. Cole felt his hands move to his nipples, between his legs, under his loins, cradling his testicles, even teasing his hole. He felt beneath his underwear, caressing his delicate pubic hair and teasing the base of his shaft. Cole didn’t want to show that he liked it, but it was impossible to hide. His body reacted in ways his mind couldn’t prevent. And as Kamp pulled his cock out of his underwear, his breath practically begged for him to release a load out of him. Kamp’s warm hand gripped the boy’s member, feeling it pulse in his hand. He took out his balls, feeling their weight in his palm, teasing them and tugging on them as the tip of his penis continued to drip. Cole’s breathing was now louder and deeper, more moans of pleasure than simply gasps of air. Master Kamp could see he was desperate. Desperate to cum. Desperate to please. Desperate to be accepted. Desperate to be wanted. Desperate to be his. Master Kamp couldn’t ask for a more perfect apprentice. The older man wet his finger with his mouth, spitting saliva on his digit before sneaking into Cole’s tight, warm hole. It was soft and velvety as he moved it inside. He could feel the pulsing prostate deep in his body that caused his shaft to leak. He teased it, watching as he was able to push out more fluid simply by touching it. Cole looked him in the eye. He couldn’t form the words, but he begged him to let him cum. And with that eager, pleading, submissive look, Kamp began to stroke Cole’s rock hard cock, pumping it in one hand as he fingered him with the other. Cole’s body felt like it was twisting and turning, but outwardly he was stuck on his chair, unable to move, held firmly in place by the ropes from behind and the older man’s hands from the front. Still, everything in his beautiful, athletic body worked together to help him release a massive load all over his cock. Burst after burst of white fluid erupted from his shaft, dripping over Kamp’s knuckles and his unique, strange ring...
2. The Calling 24mn
Cole put a lot of trust into Master Kamp. After he’d thoroughly milked a load from his cock, he figured there was no reason not to listen to him. Kamp knew him in a way most others could never now. Still, Cole had his doubts. When the older man told him to go to the woods that night, he wasn’t sure what he expected, but he knew that it was going to be a closely kept secret. The brotherhood was not about to let their practices be seen by just anyone. With this understanding, Cole followed his instructions with a great deal of faith, believing that his new family would look out for him. For the most part this was true. He went to where they told him and waited, only to be greeted by men in masks who blindfolded him and led him deeper into the forest. It seemed unfair that they knew who he was, but then again, he hadn’t proven himself to them. Master Kamp told him he would need to pass a series of tests, and to be patient and obedient. Cole didn’t back down from a challenge, even one that scared him. His induction not only scared him, it made his cock hard. He couldn’t get over how it felt to be at the mercy of Kamp’s hands, submissive and vulnerable. It gave him a rush like he couldn’t imagine. A part of him wanted to chase that feeling, regardless of what else came with it. But he was down this path and wanted to see it through. What he didn’t expect, though, was being fucked. In the dark of the night, without any sense of where he was or who was around, he felt himself get strung up, stripped, and fucked in the open air. At first he thought he was just being teased, maybe some sort of test or trick. But when the bare cock slid inside his hole, there was no mistaking what it was. The warmth of the shaft penetrated him deep, weighed down by two large hairy balls that smacked against his own. The wetness of the lubricant dripped down his leg as a pair of beefy hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as the stranger took liberties with his hole. Cole heard the sound of others around him. Twigs snapping, heavy breathing, zippers coming down and belt buckles hitting the floor. He was pretty sure only one man fucked him, but others watched. All this while he was blinded and bound, with just the heat of a nearby fire to keep him warm. When he got home, he felt the stranger’s cum still in him, working its way inside his body. He was confused and alarmed, but also wildly turned on. He’d never given into his desires like that before. And what’s more, he had no idea who he’d done it with. Anyone in his community could have been the one to breed him… anyone could be a member of the secret order. The idea gave him a great deal of satisfaction and intrigue. He felt like he was solving a mystery while becoming part of it himself. It was later that he was told to meet with Master Oaks, a handsome, salt and pepper–haired man in his late 40s. He had the look of a clean-cut suburban dad, blessed with the wife, kids, and fence Cole himself had once considered signs of success. He didn’t know anything about him beyond his connection to the order, but he couldn’t help but admire him. Sitting in his office, Cole presented him with his résumé and other tidbits of information he thought he might need. Cole wasn’t exactly sure how to present himself, but he wanted to give a good showing. Master Oaks sat behind his desk, assessing the boy. Cole tried not to fidget, but he was nervous. He couldn’t shake the thought of what happened in the woods the night before. After a long review of his materials, Master Oaks turned to Cole, asking a question that caught him off guard. “Did you still submit that you are not aroused by men?” Cole felt his face flush red. He’d been milked by Master Felix and fucked in the woods, but somehow he still felt his sexuality was something he had to hide. His knee-jerk reaction was to deny it, but he stumbled, knowing that Master Oaks likely knew well what he’d been through under the eye of the brotherhood. Cole looked to Master Oaks for a sign of how to answer, but the older man simply told Cole to stand. Oaks stood up as well, slowly approaching him and reaching for his crotch. It was sudden. So sudden that Cole felt his mouth go agape. The man’s hand gripped his member through his pants so tight he could feel his wedding band pressing against his cock. Master Oaks pointed out that he was getting aroused, clearly responding to the touch of another man. Cole stammered, unable to answer in a clear or confident voice. The only thing he could say completely was, “Is that OK?” Master Oaks smiled. He could see Cole was struggling with more than simply his desire. He began to remove his tie, trying to help him feel more relaxed. But the man’s hands on him only made him more nervous. The older man continued to undo his clothing, undressing him piece by piece until he was down to his underwear. Cole just stood there, paralyzed, not sure what was going to be required of him, but prepared to do whatever was asked. He remembered how he felt in Master Kamp’s office: vulnerable, alert, and exposed. That rush went to his head again as Master Oaks shoved his hand in his underwear, grabbing his swelling cock and teasing his balls. He wanted it. Oh god, did he want it. Master Oaks took off his undergarments, revealing the boy’s tumescence. It was large, pulsing, and dripping pre-cum. The older man told Cole to get up on the desk on his hands and knees, which Cole did without question. He felt awkward and objectified, especially as the older man rolled up his sleeves and began his inspection. Like he was inspecting an animal, Oaks’ hands moved over him, feeling his chest and stomach, his legs and arms, even sticking a finger in his mouth to feel his tongue and throat. More pre-cum dripped between Cole’s legs, becoming something of a curiosity to Oaks as he made his way to his backside. Cole felt the older man squeeze his cock, pushing more of his fluid out of the tip. Cole turned his head and watched as the man took it to his mouth, tasting it and contemplating its flavor. Cole waited patiently as his cock became harder, desperate to know what Master Oaks would do with him. Cole was then told to get on his knees on the floor, between the man’s legs, looking up at him. Cole did as he was told, feeling his heart race as he gazed into the eyes of the older man. Master Oaks never looked away from him as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to his ankles, pulling out his big cock in front of Cole’s face. It was thick and veiny, surrounded by a bush of dark hair. The heat from it was so strong Cole swore he could feel it on his lips. It was then that Oaks told him to taste it, something that Cole was both desperate to do and terrified of. He closed his eyes, moving his head closer as he felt the tip of the man’s member enter his mouth. His lips wrapped around it and he took his first taste of Oaks’ cock. It was incredible. Somehow strange and familiar all out once. It was like his mouth was meant to have it and he’d waited his whole life for it. Even still, he kept his eyes closed until Oaks insisted he look up at him. It was a strange sensation to feel a cock push its way into his mouth as he stared directly into the eyes of the man it belonged to. There was nowhere to hide, no way to throw it away or pretend it wasn’t him or it wasn’t happening. There he was, on his knees, sucking cock. And loving it...
3. Disciplinary Action 25mn
Master Kamp was very impressed with Cole. The young man was a beautiful specimen, well groomed, eager to learn, and hung like a horse. Everything about his body made Kamp excited, but the look in his eyes was what really sold him on his entry into the brotherhood. Master Kamp loved seeing him process what was happening to him, work through his fear, and come out the other side aroused and begging for more. His moans were like music, and his facial expressions were like works of art. Grandmaster Angus had heard much about the young man, but had only seen him once during the secret night ritual of insemination. Given his status, it was customary for the young recruits to take his seed, even though they were blindfolded and fondled by many anonymous others. Angus couldn’t help but get a charge out of seeing the boys again, knowing that his DNA coursed through their bodies, a secret shared only between him and their holes. Angus asked to be a part of Cole’s next test, wanting to see what the young man was capable of first hand. Master Kamp was happy to invite him, never one to shy away from the audience of his peers. All Cole knew was that he had to follow Kamp’s instructions, no matter how nervous or scared he seemed. He had to trust that he would protect him and keep him from harm… even if it hurt a little. Cole learned by now that even the most intimidating challenges turned out to be quite enjoyable in the end. And he found he came to love the submission the older man allowed him to show. Master Kamp sat in a large, red velvet chair in a dark room, barely lit and surrounded by bare black walls. It was some sort of basement or chamber, hidden away from the light of day and any passersby. Cole knew he was completely alone in there, with no one to witness him save for the two older men who requested his presence. As much as it made him nervous, it gave him a unique kind of freedom to let himself go. Master Kamp asked Cole to remove his clothes. It had become routine that Cole would do so when presenting himself to the upper leadership of the order. It was the first time he’d done so with another in the room, but he knew not to question it. He didn’t recognize Grandmaster Angus or even know his position, but he couldn’t help but notice the man’s strong, powerful presence. Burly body, beefy hands, broad, barrel chest, and thick, dark beard. He looked like a lumberjack in a white shirt and tie. His gaze made Cole’s hole twitch, as if his body knew him before his mind did. Kamp laid Cole over his lap, bending him over such that his long legs hung down with his ass presented up. Cole knew this position well from his childhood. Over-the-knee spanking was the discipline of choice by his parents. And, as it would seem, by Master Kamp. The first time Kamp’s hand made contact with Cole’s ass, it was a broad, stinging smack, shooting a spark of pain up Cole’s body through his spine. He felt his muscles tighten, holding themselves taut in an attempt to protect himself. It took a while for him to relax again, though he knew that would not help. A second, identical smack came, right where the first one hit, and it seemed to take on twice as much feeling. Cole’s poor ass endured it again and again, each time making his body tense up. He looked instinctively to Grandmaster Angus, as if seeking help. But Angus’ eyes were cold, studying him, curious what more Cole could take. Cole held on to Kamp’s leg, gripping him to keep from writhing. But all it did was inspire Kamp to continue. He pulled down the boy’s underwear, rubbing his reddened, delicate ass as he felt the boy hold back the urge to scream and cry. Cole could feel himself begin to shake, trembling as he felt himself reach his limit. He tried to hold on, though. He didn’t want something as small as a spanking to keep him from proving himself. Kamp could see Cole was not going to run away. Even as his body responded in pain, Cole’s cock pressed hard against his thigh, growing in size as he succumbed to the older man’s inflictions. Feeling around his backside, Kamp took a finger to the perimeter of his hole, feeling its soft skin pucker. He teased it, getting it wet with his saliva and gently fingering the sphincter. It felt nice. Warm and pleasant. Even Cole liked it. He arched his back, offering himself up to be pleasured, desperate to feel something other than the spanking. Master Kamp looked to Angus, giving him a slight smile indicating his satisfaction. Angus nodded, acknowledging that Cole was indeed a fine young lad. Cole caught this, and thought that perhaps he’d passed the test. However, he had no idea what more the two men had planned for him and his hole...
4. The Anointing 24mn
Apprentice Blue knew this wasn’t going to be easy. As his elders had told him many times, the Masonic path was full trials and tests. Even after the blindfolding in the woods, the inspect, and the stretching of his ass, he still wanted to continue on. He knew it would make him a better man. Stronger, more disciplined, and connected to a larger history and community. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he found himself becoming more and more aroused by the idea every day. When he entered the sacred temple to meet with Grandmaster Savage, he was told to strip down completely and don the traditional modesty shield provided to him. The “shield” was nothing more than a large, draped cloth with a hole cut in the top for his head to poke through. On the sides, his naked body was completely exposed. A simple, gentle breeze would reveal his penis and buttocks. But he knew that the modesty was just a formality. He was supposed to present himself spiritually and mentally bare: open to receive whatever the grandmaster had to give him. Entering the man’s chamber, he was stunned by the white light that surrounded him. It was hard to tell where it was coming from, giving him the appearance of an angel. Not only was he handsome with salt and pepper hair and a square jaw, but he was dressed in an all-white suit that was clearly cut just for him. He had the air of respectability and authority, more than anyone else Cole had met up to this point. The hierarchy of the secret society was sometimes a bit confusing and opaque, but Cole could tell this was a man of importance. The older man beckoned him closer, sensing his nervousness but not excusing it. Cole did as he was told, afraid to make eye contact with him. He didn’t want to disappoint him, and he thought if he looked in his eyes, he would see his trepidation. As much as he wanted it, he was still a young man of limited experience. And he’d certainly never done anything like this before. Grandmaster Savage stood up and began to run his hands over the young man’s body. At first he seemed to be feeling him to assess his health and strength, touching his chest and his arms. Cole had been through this before, hoping that Savage would be as pleased as the others had been. But as the grandmaster continued, Cole noticed a particular ritual to the older man’s gestures. First, he placed his fingers on his forehead, then on the sides of his face, then across his eyes. It was like he was being blessed, but no words were being spoken. Savage ran his fingers down the back of his neck, sending his little hairs to stand on end. A relaxing shiver worked its way up Cole’s spin and onto his scalp. It lulled him into a strange state of compliance. Grandmaster Savage then lifted the back of Cole’s shield, giving him a view of his strong, wide, smooth back. He ran his hand down the spine, bringing it to a rest on the small of his back above his buttocks. Cole didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He stood still, patiently waiting for instruction, following Savage’s touch. It wasn’t until the man began to grab his ass that he questioned whether or not this was part of the ritual. Savage’s fingers dug into Cole’s ass, feeling his meat and muscle deeply. Cole let out a moan, mostly from surprise. It didn’t hurt, but it was a very different touch than he’d gotten used to. Then, Grandmaster Savage got on his knees, placing his head right next to Cole’s bare ass, and began to kiss it. Cole’s face blushed. He’d not spoken more than a word or two to this man, and here he was sampling his ass like it was a fresh peach. Savage opened his mouth, spreading hot, lustful breath over Cole’s body before gently biting him. Cole’s mouth went agape. He couldn’t believe that a man so clean cut and manicured could be so ravenous. He stood up and turned to Cole’s front, looking into his eyes. Cole couldn’t look away now. It was clear the grandmaster wanted more from him than just his obedience. The older man got close to Cole, planting his lips on his nipple, biting it and sucking it to make it swell up between his lips. As he did, Cole let out another pained moan, feeling his cock grow hard under his shield. It was clear Savage felt it, too, seeing as it poked out and grazed his side. The older man lifted the front of the shield, gazing upon Cole’s massive cock, impressed by its size and girth. Savage dropped to his knees again, bringing his hungry mouth to Cole’s loins, and with his ravenous lips, began sucking on him passionately and deeply. Cole couldn’t believe how good it felt. He didn’t know what else to do but stand and take it. His balls were perfectly cradled in the older man’s hands as his shaft disappeared into his throat. Cole moaned, feeling himself heat up with desire. He wanted to do whatever the man asked of him, knowing that he was sure to have another intense orgasm as a result! Once Savage had his fill of the young man’s cock, he couldn’t resist going back to give the boy’s ass a taste. Removing his suit and tie and stripping down bare, Cole got a look at the older man’s body for the first time. It’s smooth and muscular, toned and strong. He looks more like a warrior than an angel, built for battle. He could have been a general or a coach, but here, in this temple, he was simply “Grandmaster.” Putting Cole on his back, Savage lifted up his legs to gaze into his tight, smooth hole. He hesitated for a second, delaying the satisfaction just a little bit longer before his tongue began to whip around. Cole’s back arched as he felt his sex be devoured by the man’s seasoned mouth. Grandmaster Savage knew exactly how to make Cole beg for more… and beg he did. Looking down, Cole saw the older man’s throbbing cock hanging between his muscular thighs. It was veiny and throbbing, curved up and pointed at him as if it was telling him what to do. It wanted to get inside him. To fill him and fuck him, to leave him raw and covered in his seed. Cole knew he was about to get fucked, and that knowledge made his cock leak all over his flat, toned stomach. He watched as Savage pulled his mouth away, licking his lips and preparing to mount up. With just enough saliva dripping down from his ass, Cole was ready. As Savage looked him in the eye once more, holding his cock in place, prepared to slip it inside, Cole muttered the words in response, “Yes, Grandmaster…”
5. Atonement 31mn
The head games Apprentice Blue felt weren’t an accident. Everytime the young apprentice did as the masters said, he couldn’t tell if he was succeeding or failing to meet their expectations. He strived to do what was asked and to impress the men who could help determine his future, but they left him unable to ascertain their judgement. In a way, this drove Apprentice Blue a little mad. He opened his mind, his heart, and his body to them, desperate for approval, only to be left wondering what more he could do. He didn’t realize, of course, that this was exactly the plan that the masters had for him. Without any firm acceptance or approval of his performance, the eager young man pushed himself further and harder than he ever would. They wanted to see just how far he would go given his own propensity for submission, separate from any progress report or affirmation. This couldn’t have been more clear than when it came time for Blue’s atonement. The name implies a corrective action, a payment or sacrifice for having done something wrong or inadequate. In truth, Blue had been a perfect initiate, determined yet obedient. He was handsome, smart, strong, and becoming more aroused each time the masters stripped him down to play with his manhood and hole. But what the atonement provided was an opportunity for the leaders to see if the apprentice was willing to put the desire of the Order before his own. When Blue entered the ceremony room, he was surprised to see three men sitting in rich, ornate chairs, dressed in dark, fine suits with silk ties and polished shoes. Their combined presence filled the air with a hint of expensive cologne and leather. He wondered who they were or if he’d met them before; their faces were covered with strange masks that hid their identities. Beside them, placed like a coffee table, was a long piece of furniture that was too irregular to be a platform for drinks. It was covered with a dark cloth that concealed unknown objects beneath. At the head of the table alongside the others sat Grandmaster Angus, a man Blue did not recognize, despite him having inseminated the young man the night of his initiation. Grandmaster Angus was a strong, beefy man with a prominent, barrel chest that his dress shirt and tie could barely contain. He had a neatly trimmed beard and a shaved head, but there was a wildness about him all the same. The apprentice could have seen him in another time as a Spartan warrior or a hunter. Even in his most civilized and modern attire, there was something primal in his eyes. Blue stood still, unnerved by the presence of so many unfamiliar figures, curious about what was hidden beneath the black material. His mind raced with all sort of torture devices and interrogation techniques. The secret society was full of dark history and medieval traditions. For the first time ever, the apprentice wondered if he’d made a terrible mistake. The men stood up and together lifted the cloth, giving the young man a glimpse of what was to come. It was not a torture device that he could tell, but it certainly was not harmless. Studded in a row like ducks on a path were several dark, shiny objects, bulbing at the top and supported up by a narrow base. Each one progressively got larger until the final bulb resembled an oversized light. The apprentice recognized them by their shape and form: plugs. Anal plugs secured to a heavy, wooden table. The men explained to him what he must do. He was to sit on each one, pressing his buttocks down flat and firm on the table, starting from the farthest end with the smallest plug, moving forward peg by peg to meet Angus. They told him there would be consequences if he could not complete this task, a punishment that he would not forget. Blue was mildly scared, to say the least. He’d never tested the limits of his ass, but it seemed like it was somewhere in the last couple pegs for sure. Still, he felt an unusual rush of excitement about the idea of being watched by the group. Stripping down, Blue felt the cool air of the room on his flesh. He was suddenly aware that he became hard as a rock when he saw the plugs. He removed his undergarments and shoes as Angus requested, trying to think of how he could succeed. The first few pegs were easy enough. A little oil was provided to him and he sat on each one without any issues. He was ordered several times to stop and lift up his balls to show the men that he had completely taken in the plug on the table. It was strange and awkward at times, but the apprentice only seemed to get more turned on as each increasingly larger plug filled more of his ass. Every time he sat down, he could feel his prostate being punched. His cock began to leak continuously, prompting Grandmaster Angus at one point to stand up and take a bead onto his finger. He looked at it inquisitively for a moment, as if impressed by the young man’s fluid, only to then stick his finger in Apprentice Blue’s mouth. The young man couldn’t believe how hot it was. He had never considered the taste of his own seminal fluid, but something about licking it off Angus’ finger made him even more determined to succeed. He wanted to please him. To please all of them. And he only had a few more pegs to go. It was the second to last peg where the apprentice felt his body begin to fail him. He’d worn out his muscles quite a bit to get to the final steps, and they were not giving him any chance for rest. The penultimate peg stretched his hole out like Master Kamp had previously. It was a little painful and slow-going, but once he got it in, all he could think about was the massive peg left to go. Grandmaster Angus kept his eyes locked with the apprentice. He could see his want. He could see his struggle. He asked him gently if he could proceed, a question that Blue could barely find the strength to answer. He knew how close he was to finishing and he wanted to more than anything else. Not just to avoid the punishment of failure, but to enjoy the reward of success. He wanted to impress them. He wanted to impress himself! But alas, he couldn’t go any further. Angus nodded understandingly. He stood up and told the young man to rise up off the table. Blue did, feeling his legs get a little shaky from the constant up and down he’d had to do. Angus ordered him to lean over the table, facing away from himself, and grip onto the pegs for support. The apprentice wasn’t sure what was to come, but he did so without question. As Apprentice Blue’s hands clung to the warm, wet plugs that once took refuge in the depths of his body, he tried to reconcile his feelings about how close he’d come. He was willing to accept whatever fate they had for him, but deep down, all he wanted was Angus’ approval. Angus took off his clothes behind him, looking to his colleagues and signaling to them his determination. And then, to Blue’s surprise, he felt the older man’s cock slide up inside his hole! As much as he was tender and tired, the man’s bare shaft seemed to give him a second wind. He couldn’t believe what was happening, expecting the worst before. Now, he could almost laugh with joy. He didn’t know what it meant, but he was more than happy to have the older man pumping in and out of his warmed up ass. Angus wrapped his tie around Blue’s neck, using it to hold him in place like a leash. Blue couldn’t help but look at the men to the side, watching him get fucked by the beefy man behind him. Then, they all took off their masks, revealing their identities: Master Kamp, Grandmaster Oaks, and Grandmaster Savage. Each man had had their chance to guide him along his path, and now they all bore witness to the trial of the stretcher. The apprentice was overwhelmed by what he saw, but he was even more overwhelmed by the feeling of being pounded by the big daddy bear. He looked up at his masters, watching their eyes light up with satisfaction at the sight of the young apprentice being so thoroughly used and filled. Blue felt like he was on the verge of cumming at any moment, but tried to hold off until Grandmaster Angus was done. He wanted nothing more than to feel his load inside him, to coat his hole with his seed and to give him a reward for his efforts. Angus’ body shook as he got close, and Blue, in proper response, gripped tightly to the table, anxiously awaiting the burst of cum that was about to erupt...
6. The Covenant 23mn
Apprentice Blue knew this was an important moment. The way he was prepared and dressed for the occasion made it clear this was more than just another simple test of dedication. He’d been stripped down and bathed and dressed in a white ceremonial gown before being brought into a white chamber by Grandmaster Kamp. The only thing Blue saw in the room was a white veil with holes cut through. He didn’t know what it was for, but when he knelt down in front of it. Grandmaster Kamp told Blue to follow his directions. Suddenly, a large penis came through one of the holes, pointing directly toward his mouth. Kamp nodded and told him to proceed. Blue dutifully took the member in his mouth, sucking it and swallowing it without hesitation or fear. He even found himself enjoying it. He didn’t know who it belonged to, but he put his trust in Grandmaster Kamp. Blue knew the older man was as committed to his progress as he was. Blue didn’t know how long he was supposed to service the stranger, but he didn’t stop until it pulled away from him. He was surprised, wondering if he had failed or performed unsatisfactory. He looked to Kamp for guidance, but the older man just smiled and nodded. Then a hand came forward and pulled him through a split in the sheet. The apprentice followed, crawling through the curtain into another room. It was large and bright like the one he’d been in, but inside, he saw a large white bed and Grandmaster Angus. The young man wondered if Angus was the man behind the curtain, but he saw him dressed smartly in a white suit with a white shirt and white tie. Clearly, he hadn’t just had his cock out. He was practically glowing from the light around him. The dark beard and hair on his face was the only bit of black in the room. Not even a shadow. The handsome man put Blue back on his knees and presented him with a bowl of water and a cloth. He ordered Blue to take off his shoes and wash his feet. It seemed like an old-fashioned display of reverence, but the young apprentice understood and appreciated it. He liked being able to show his respect for the powerful man, and washing his feet was the least he could do. Of course, this ritual only lasted a short while. Grandmaster Angus stood up, playing with his bulge as he began to get erect. The apprentice knew this would be a moment to prove himself and stay focused on his task. Angus told him to wash the rest of him, and Apprentice Blue helped him remove his clothes. Angus was a big man. Thick and muscular and covered in a dark, masculine fur. As Blue ran a washcloth over him, he saw the hairs lay flat against his skin, making him seem even more like a beast. His heavy, full chest, prominent muscle belly, and wide thighs gave him a powerful presence that made Blue’s cock stand at attention. Seeing this, Angus stood the boy up on his feet and sat down on the edge of the bed. Agnus took Blue’s cock in his mouth, holding it up by the boy’s balls and feeling his shaft move past his whiskered lips and deep to the back of his throat. The apprentice felt himself tremble with pleasure, surprised by the man’s direct action and overcome with sexual desire. Angus continued to suck Blue’s manhood, getting it warm and wet before lapping up the leaking pre-cum. It was so sweet and delicious, the older man did all he could to milk out more. As much as he wanted to drink the boy down, his own leaking cock needed to be satiated. The grandmaster pulled off Blue’s ceremonial gown, placing him on all fours on the bed with his ass presented up. The round, smooth, soft cushiony backside was enough to make Angus’ already wet mouth flood with saliva. He could hardly contain his hunger when he leaned in and began to devour Blue’s ass. The apprentice moaned as he felt his hole get worked up by expert tonguing. Grandmaster Angus spun him up, getting his hole wet and wild. The older man even inserted a couple fingers inside, fingering him and opening him, getting him ready for the ultimate penetration. Grandmaster Angus turned Blue on his back, lifting his legs up and sliding his tool deep inside. After being rimmed and teased, the apprentice took the older man like butter taking a knife. Without any resistance or tension, the young men felt the grandmaster fill his hole and begin to pound him hard and deep with his bare cock. This was what he was waiting for. This was the moment he knew that he’d prove his worth...
7. Ordination 21mn
Apprentice Blue had waited a long time for this moment. The chance to be ordained into the brotherhood and receive full membership into the secret society was enough to keep him buzzing all night. He could hardly sleep, lying in bed, thinking about what it would mean for him. He couldn’t recall the personal and professional reasons he wanted to join at the beginning. All his thoughts now seemed flooded with memories of naked bodies, passionate fucking, and the feeling of searing hot semen flowing through his body. More than anything, his ordination now meant he would get more of this. If he was being honest with himself, this became his primary goal: to be inseminated again and again. But something about the secrecy of the order made it more appealing that just seeking out sex on his own. When he arrived at the hall to receive his ordination, he was greeted by Grandmaster Angus. The beefy man had the remarkable ability to seem just as sexually powerful fully clothed in his crisp, clean white suit as he did when fully naked. The creeping hints of his hairiness on his hands and face teased the apprentice’s imagination, making him eager to see him naked again. It didn’t take long for the two of them to find their privacy, away from all others. Blue came dressed appropriately in his shirt and tie, but Grandmaster Angus seemed more interested in stripping off his clothes than appreciating his respectful attire and manner. Blue was solemn and serious, ready for his ordination, somewhat surprised at Angus’ dispensing with ritual. Blue was excited but uneasy, finding comfort in the tradition and formality of the ceremonies. He tried to find his footing with the older man, continuing to show deference to him as he continued to remove his clothes. Blue’s loins were aroused despite his nerves, something of which Grandmaster Angus was keen to take full advantage. Grabbing at his member possessively, Blue felt a strange feeling run over his spine. It was a tingling sensation that practically took him out of his body. He realized what it was. He wasn’t disconnecting from his body out of fear, but of respect. He understood now. His body was not his own. It belonged to Grandmaster Angus. To the brotherhood. To the masonic order. As the older man dropped to his knees and began sucking on his shaft, Blue appreciated what all this was for. The young man knew his place… to be his. To serve Angus and be used by him as he saw fit. It excited him, and made him eager for more. Angus removed his suit, revealing his broad, furred chest. It was powerful and masculine, boasting two suckable nipples and a salt and pepper covering that suggested experience. It made Blue’s mouth water and provided a perfect trail for his eyes to follow. Downward his gaze fell until he saw his prize: the thick, throbbing bulge in his undergarments. The apprentice dropped to his knees just as Angus had done, ravenously bringing his manhood to his lips. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time, dripping pre-cum from the tip and giving Blue a sample of his precious load. The grandmaster didn’t spare too many drops in the boy’s throat. Once he was hard and wet, he turned Blue around, placing him on all fours, getting him into a proper breeding position. Blue knew well how to arch his back and present his hole, now well trained by the men who guided him on his path. As Angus lapped at his hole and prepared him to be fucked, the young man looked back, seeing the older man’s beard disappear between his cheeks, teasing him with pleasure as he mentally readied himself for insemination. Like a bull saddling up behind his mate, Grandmaster Angus carried his broad, hefty body behind Blue, dominating him in size as well as in spirit. The young man trembled as he felt the familiar rough hands grip onto his smooth, soft hips, the cool metallic feel of his ring sending the fine hairs of his spine on end. He wanted to be fucked badly, but he was also afraid of that desire. Before Apprentice Blue could second guess his feelings, he felt the firm pressing of the older man’s cock up against his sphincter. It moved snugly between his cheeks, breaking through his body until it found a path deep into his insides. The pressure sent a warmth through the young man’s body, activating every muscle inside and out to make way for the powerful daddy’s manhood. In an instant, all of Blue’s reservations and hesitations fell away and all that was left was the feeling of the fuck. Deep inside, rubbing against his prostate, and further down into his soul, he felt his purpose. He was a vessel. A receptacle. A willing supplicant to his grand master, seeking only his seed. Angus started off slow, but his own purpose was clear. The young apprentice needed to be bred and bred hard! He’d earned it and this would seal his place in the brotherhood forever. As he held onto Blue’s ankles, keeping him locked in place as his shaft moved in and out of the boy’s tight hole, he felt his seed churning in his loins, ready to be released...
8. The Sacrament 22mn
As a member of the fraternal order, Cole’s experiences changed. While he was still younger and less powerful than the masters, he was permitted to witness more of the rare and protected practices of the Masons. He didn’t understand most of what was happening or why, but he followed along obediently and with full focus. In many ways, he still felt like he was going through his initiation, looking wide-eyed at his superiors and hoping to glean some knowledge or wisdom. Additionally, he was still eager to prove himself, both mentally and sexually to the older men. Grandmaster Wolf could see Cole’s enthusiasm for more, so he brought him into the temple for a special privilege, the receiving of the sacrament. The ceremony room was darkened, lit predominantly by candle light. Grandmaster Wolf wore a mask, giving him a strange and ominous appearance. It must have been tied to some lore or tradition Cole was unaware of, but he didn’t question it. He could tell it was Grandmaster Wolf due to his size, scent, and his deep, whispery voice. That was all he needed to give full compliance. Cole was stripped out of his shirt and tie, very similarly to how he’d been before. But as he stood in the temple room, the moment felt different. Cole had changed. He felt the weight of the ceremony deep in his gut, informing how every touch and tingle he received. He instantly began to leak precum, soaking through his underwear and catching the attention of the grandmaster. The young man knew what was coming, and his mind, body, and spirit were in total preparation for it. Taking off his mask, Grandmaster Wolf revealed his strikingly handsome face. The warm glow of the candlelight only seemed to make him more attractive. His long arms reached down to Cole’s genitals, tugging at his bulge and releasing the boy’s throbbing erection from his undergarments. Cole would do anything the older man asked of him. Without question or doubt. He would give of himself freely, making him perfect for the sacrament. Grandmaster Wolf removed the remainder of Cole’s clothes and put him up on an altar table. Cole laid on his back, his beautiful, toned body presented in its most vulnerable state. His genitals were hard and his hole was on display, eyes locked up at the older man before him, eagerly awaiting instruction on what to do next. Grandmaster Wolf took some ceremonial oil and dripped it down on his finger. It glistened in the candlelight, reflecting back into Cole’s eyes. Cole only saw it for a moment before it slipped down beneath his pelvis, finding its way between his buttocks and inside his sphincter. The oil was cool at first, not yet warmed by the head of the man’s flesh. It didn’t take long for Cole’s body to practically melt it. He felt the firm digit work its way inside. Cole let out an excited moan. Grandmaster Wolf had yet to even remove his clothes and Cole could have cum right then and there. But seeing the rise in the older man’s pants, Cole knew well what was to come. For him to receive the blessing of the sacrament, he would have to give of himself. His hole would have to endure the deep, hard, penetrating size of Wolf’s cock. A simple sacrifice, but one he would gladly make again and again...
9. Second Anointing 20mn
I’ve spent so much time lately trying to work out who I am and where I’m heading with this masonic journey. To be quite honest, I find myself feeling more confused the further I progress with my training. The Grandmasters can be incredibly warm and encouraging but then the wind seems to change and they’re suddenly cold and harsh. I can’t work out if it’s because I’m doing well and they want to push me, or because they think I’m useless and need to be punished. The harder I try, the more I seem to wind up in that weird white room with god knows what being shoved into me. Maybe they’re just testing my limits? Maybe they’ll stop when I eventually say no? But I love the attention. I love what they do to me and I don’t want it to stop. Grandmaster Savage called me in for my Second Anointing earlier this week. He took me into the white room, got me sitting on a table in just my underwear, and then made me watch as he slowly removed his pure white jacket and tie. Then he knelt down, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and started gently rubbing oil into my feet. It felt profoundly erotic. Savage confuses me more than any of the Grandmasters. He can be both incredibly gentle and massively brutal and that really turns me on. I get so horny with him. It may well have something to do with his age, or the suits he wears, or the fact that he always seems so completely in control. He teases me. He makes me wait. He gets me to a stage where my dick feels like it’s gonna explode and I’m just desperate to take him… So, he told me to kneel on the table and started to remove my under-garments, ritualistically massaging a mystical infusion of oils into my chest. Of course, it felt incredible. As his hands glided over me, I realized I was shaking uncontrollably. I could feel how much he wanted me, how much he desired me and I liked it. I wanted to be the only boy who made him feel like that. He continued to massage me, across my back, and over my butt cheeks while stripping down to his undergarments. They’re regulation wear for everyone here and I guess the long-legged shorts look a little old-fashioned but I get hard every time I put them on; largely because they’re made from a very light and loose fabric which is basically see-through, but also because I’ve started to associate the feel of the fabric with extreme sexual satisfaction. Grandmaster Savage was definitely tenting in his shorts as he climbed onto the bed and knelt behind me. And when he started to push his dick, still inside the shorts, against my hole, my head started pounding with excitement. I genuinely thought for a moment that he was gonna fuck me with the fabric still stretched over his dick! He started playing with my cock, which was rock hard and ready to bust. He pulled it back between my legs and started to suck it, which nearly blew my mind. Then he stripped naked and that thick monster dick of his sprung out like a jack-in-a-box. Within seconds he was sliding that beautiful tool of his in and out of my twitching sphincter. I know it sounds crazy, but I kinda feel complete when he’s inside me. It’s like he pumps me full of power, making me realize my value and strength. It’s a wonderful feeling. And the harder and faster he goes, the more I want it… He grunts like a gorilla, then grits his teeth until his face turns scarlet with the effort of slamming his muscular body into me. I like that I bring out the savage in him; it’s so utterly different from the refined and demure person he presents to the rest of the world. More than anything, however, I love how he smells. He wears what has to be an incredibly expensive scent. His breath always smells minty. But there’s an underlying, almost addictive, hint of masculine, sweaty sex on his body… He ordered me onto my back, pushed my legs high into the air and continued to fuck me. The experience entirely took my breath away and left me helpless to do anything but gasp and beat my dick as the pleasure of his penis pulsed through my boy. I could feel the semen tingling in my balls and then rising up the shaft of my dick as he continued to bang me relentlessly. And then, suddenly, I could feel my body convulsing and a great wave of ecstasy spewing from my loins and up through my body. I shot hard and squirted big. The jizz pulsed out of the tip of my dick to the rhythm of his strokes. Seconds later, I could feel him ramping up and then he roared and I could feel his juices gushing into me like the most amazing gift. Every time I see him, I feel I’m a little closer to becoming a man.