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The Apprentice’s face flushed scarlet as he entered the room and saw the stretcher in front of him. The black satin sheet which covered it seemed to shimmer in the candlelight, but there was no mistaking the peaks underneath.

It is, of course, utterly forbidden, but we are aware that the boys occasionally discuss rituals with each other, usually in hushed voices in their dorms. As a result, the stretcher has become a somewhat legendary form of punishment. The very mention of it has the capacity to strike profound fear into the hearts of the uninitiated.

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And so it should… It is the most intense and severe of all the punishments we employ, designed specifically to test the limits of a young man’s body and mind. Failure is almost inevitable, but acceptance of failure is a vital lesson a young man needs to learn on the path to full enlightenment.

The stretcher is a long, low, wooden bench upon which penis-shaped pegs of increasing sizes have been mounted. Apprentices are expected to sit on and, in many cases, ride the pegs, starting with the smallest and working their way up. Failure to complete the task results in a punishment of a similarly sexual nature.

I was accompanied today by Master St. Michael. He has natural authority and, at times, can seem quite severe. I would certainly not want to be the boy who got on the wrong side of him and it was quite a kick to get the opportunity to play his second fiddle.

I took great delight in slowly removing the satin fabric from the bench, revealing the shiny pegs one-by-one, watching with great delight as Apprentice Foster’s eyes bulged in terror. I was, however, impressed to observe this initial discomfort replaced by a look of defiance and determination. Nothing makes the Masters more excited than a boy who fully commits to submission.

Master St. Michael instructed me to prepare the boy, which is an experience I find profoundly enjoyable. It’s when you get to feel, for the first time, how he will respond to your touch and the level at which he craves you. It’s about tantalizing him: slowly removing his tie, savoring the squeak of the fabric as it loosens, unbuttoning his shirt and finding his hardening nipples. It’s about unbuckling his belt and gently unzipping his fly while listening to the sound of his breath become unsteady, quivering.

The boy was hard as a rock within seconds. It was a thrill to run my hands over the bulge in his semi-see-through garments and to feel it throbbing to the subtle rhythm of my touch. I pulled him back by his neck, digging my fingers into his windpipe to see if he was the sort of boy who responded well to physical dominance. The gasps of pure bliss which left his mouth confirmed that this was very much the case.

I have been described as a sadist, but I do not feel that’s true. The pain I inflict only ever happens within the boundaries of a boy’s sexual enjoyment. Yes, I push limits, and yes, I am uncompromising and somewhat unorthodox in my methods, but my dominance is actually a secret form of submission.

Once prepared, I handed the boy over to Master St. Michael, who seemed to enjoy the sensation of touching him and slowly removing the remainder of his clothing. There was an intensity in the way that the boy was looking at his Master and I noticed the feeling seemed to be mutual, generating an unusual sense of intimacy between them. Apprentice Foster was gently, almost lovingly, running his hands over the back of Master St. Michael’s head and onto his shoulders.

I flashed my fellow Master a concerned look which he immediately acted on. He demanded that the boy be prepared for the stretcher. Formality needed to return to the ritual; I hastily anointed Foster with oil, then ushered him to the first peg.

Foster sat on the first one without too much effort, swiftly turning his discomfort into pleasure while defiantly fixing his eyes on Master St. Michael, who studiously refused to look back, no doubt still trying to regain his composure.

Master St. Michael then ordered the boy to proceed to the second peg. Before long, the Apprentice was riding the third like a top-class jockey. I continued to rub anointing oils into his body, working my slippery hands up and down his solid dick which bounced and twitched in pure anticipation. Truth be told, I have rarely felt such an emotional connection to one of the apprentices. There was really something special about this boy.

As we moved onto the fourth peg, Master St. Michael licked his lips expectantly and massaged his dick through his suit pants. I held the boy in my arms and kissed him as he lowered himself down, feeling the shudders pass through his quivering body. This peg is where Foster showed some of his first signs of struggle, but he persevered, fixating on Master St. Michael with a look of pure desperation which returned the balance of power in the room to where it should have been.

The penultimate peg on the stretcher is noticeably larger than the one before. As I rubbed oils onto it, I could see the expression on this Apprentice’s face changing to one of nervousness. He nevertheless very bravely took it on, panting and yelling as it speared his body. Master St. Michael leaned forward and started to rub the boy's dick, almost as a reward for the tenacity.

Master St. Michael and I exchanged another look. Was it possible that the boy might achieve the near-impossible and actually be able to take the final peg? My fellow Master nodded subtly and I started to prepare it with oil. As I squeezed it with my palm, the idea of it being able to fit inside the boy seemed almost unimaginable and, at that moment, I saw the boy’s expression altering to one of defeat. Master St. Michael knew this Apprentice was beaten and that further punishment would be required.

Apprentice Foster was instructed to kneel on the stretcher while the Master removed his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Master St. Michael then removed his belt and loosened his tie before kissing the boy with deep passion. He’d soon lowered his trousers and removed his shirt. The Master’s impressive dick bulged in his underpants, aroused at the prospect of getting inside this beautiful boy. Apprentice Foster obviously wanted this Master with every fiber of his being, too.

Master St. Michael ran his hard, raw, upward-curving dick over the boy’s ass cheeks before plunging it inside him. The boy immediately started to groan and pant, entering a deep trance as his body submitted entirely. Master St Michael started fucking him hard and quite erratically, seemingly unable to get a rhythm going. He was so profoundly excited that he knew he just needed to cum, if for no other reason than to regain his composure.

The Master went over the edge, shooting his seed deep inside Apprentice Foster, filling him completely. St. Michael pulled out only to push back inside again, almost acknowledging, in that instance, that his dick couldn’t be anywhere else.

And then, just like that, the moment passed. Master St. Michael casually instructed the Apprentice to get himself cleaned up and return to his room. The boy’s punishment had been administered, and it seems, received beautifully.

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APPRENTICE FOSTER

Apprentice Foster is an innocent blond boy who doesn’t know exactly where his devotion to the Brotherhood is going to take him but he trusts his Masters and Grandmasters to lead him into full fellowship. His smooth body and muscled physique make him a favorite among his elders. He wants to be of service, but needs the men of the Brotherhood to show him what full submission looks like.

Played by Clayton Foster
MASTER KAMP

Master Kamp is a handsome man of great authority. A pillar in the community with a deep, booming voice and rugged good looks. He is known by all as a great man of character and true leader. But what most don't know about him is the power he holds in a secret, Masonic society.

Master Kamp is incredibly influential in helping guide young men to their full potential. He's very aware of their needs and their struggles, helping them traverse their own insecurities and anxieties by discovering the power of their own submission. Nothing makes him more proud than seeing a handsome, driven young man kneel and obey, putting the needs of his superiors before himself.

He's often tasked with interviewing young recruits to see if they have what it takes to be inducted into the secret society... a job he finds most rewarding.

Played by Felix Kamp
Master St. Michael

This new recruit to The Order is the one the apprentices dream about. Dirty blond hair, a ripped torso, handsome, sophisticated, authoritative, masculine and hairy. To cap it all, he’s got a beautiful, large, upward-curving dick which regularly gets young prostates twitching.

Played by Ryan St. Michael
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Chapters
1. Disciplinary Action 23mn
Even before I officially entered the Order, I had already learned a great deal about what exactly it meant to be a part of it and what that would entail. To most, Disciplinary Action would sound like punishment. But here in the Order, it is simply a reminder that all that we do, and all that we experience is to serve a higher purpose. Physically, it is to stand alongside my brothers (the other Apprentices) in the Order and to learn from the elders (our Masters and Grandmasters) how we fulfill that purpose by serving and servicing them. Historically, discipline has always been defined as training under some sort of tutelage or authority. It also means to be able to control oneself. Here at the order, it is a combination of all of these. The idea of it being a reprimand, here, it means more of a warning. But even if it were a punishment or reprimand – I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been looking forward to it ever since I learned what being an Apprentice in the Order meant. For some, giving up their physical body to be used in honor of the Order and its divine purpose may sound like a nightmare considering all the work it takes and what you have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the Masters themselves who were once in our very shoes, it is an absolute honor. My Disciplinary Action will be administered by Master Kamp. I have seen him around plenty, and have had the privilege of hearing him speak, but the idea of being one on one with him in one of the ceremonial dark rooms makes my entire body buzz with excitement. Although I know he can’t state it explicitly, I hope that by the end of the Action he is left feeling proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much knowledge as one can attain before actually experiencing it from within. As I walk into the room I stand next to Master Kamp as he sits in the red chair. He looks stately, confident, and assertive. Exactly what you would expect from a man of his station. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I try my best to hide my excitement. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I comply I hope I’m not too obviously eager. He adjusts me over his lap by grabbing me by my thighs, and then begins the Disciplinary Action. He gives one of my cheeks a rub before raising it and bringing it back down forcefully. He repeats the action on my other cheek, and then back and forth from one cheek to the other. I don’t even realize my grunts are actually moans, and I feel him begin to slap harder. My moans turn into actual grunts, but within them, the moans remain nonetheless. What is eliciting this? Although I am aware that Disciplinary Action will serve me well in the future within the Order, there seem to be new feelings arising alongside my general excitement of being a part of this Brotherhood. What happened next was an even bigger shock. When I got up, Master Kamp asked me to remove my pants. I hesitated briefly, simply to ask if I had heard that right. I haven’t ever heard of this as being a part of the rituals before. A part of me feels bad for having to make him repeat himself, but I’m hoping that my swift compliance makes up for it, and I find myself hoping that he does sense my eagerness and willingness. Again, though, there seem to be new feelings swelling up inside me along with my yearning to be a fulfilling Apprentice. He asks for my belt. Now only in my special undergarments, he asks me to lay back over his lap again. He continues the ritual, this time slapping each cheek with my belt with only one thin fabric layer protecting my skin. After several smacks with the belt, he switches to using a paddle. My grunts, even louder now, still have a moan mixed in. As I try to stifle them (so he doesn’t notice the latter) I try to process their meaning in the moment. I feel him tug my undergarment down slightly. I should feel fearful, but I don’t. Instead I let myself go and just let it happen. I can feel inside myself though, that I want it to happen. He takes the paddle to my bare butt now; I have lost myself in it all and surrender. Whatever sounds I am making, I now know they are the right ones, and all in service of my Master, and further – in service of the Order. When he finishes he lets me stand up, but asks me to remove my shirt next. Again, he asks that I lay back over his lap. I am beginning to see the clearer purpose here. The Disciplinary Action grows more forceful as I become more vulnerable. The vulnerability here changes with my various states of dress and undress. Master Kamp continues the ritual, smacking my bountiful bare cheeks with the paddle again. He asks me if I like it, and if I want it. I reply in the affirmative, I know my purpose. He then does something rather unexpected, something I wasn’t aware of was a part of the ritual. He reaches under me through my undergarment and grabs my balls, pulling at them. He continues the ritual using both the paddle and his bare hands to smack my now fully red cheeks. I realize my moans and grunts are of pleasure; I am finding pleasure in serving the Order. Master Kamp continues the ritual, alternating between smacking my butt and grabbing my balls. I feel that he has applied oil to his hands and between the smacks of the ritual he begins to stroke my penis. Another surprise to be certain, but as with the smacks I felt immense pleasure and pride that I was doing this in service of the Order. I had always thought this was a sin, but now I realize that was only because I had been doing it alone and not within the parameters of the Order. My penis is completely hard now, the idea of serving both Master Kamp and the Order making it engorge fully. He is both forceful and methodical in milking me, letting me know he wants me to reach my climax. All these new feelings, these new revelations, and simply the idea of serving elicit an entirely new and unrelenting sense of excitement and pleasure. Before I even know it’s happening, my hard penis begins to squirt, my moans louder than I thought they could ever get. Master Kamp instructs me to stand up, and I do. He reaches down to where I shot my milk and scoops some of it onto his fingers. He reaches up and touches my bottom lip with the jism-covered fingers and inserts them into my mouth, making me taste it. This lets me know that I have received the Disciplinary Action as I was supposed to. He is proud of me. I am exhausted, but I am already looking forward to my next one.
2. Anointing 34mn
Shortly before midnight, a chamber servant presented me with an anointing cloak - which is really nothing more than a long, thin sheet with a hole cut out in the center. I quickly removed all of my clothes and underwear and placed the cloak over me. With inner nervous trepidation, I found myself standing at the entrance of the Anointing Chamber. My exterior was calm, but my heart began to pound as I waited. Grandmaster Legrand Wolf called my name, beckoned me to enter and instructed me to stand before him. I was immediately riveted. The chamber was filled with a bright, yet warm white light. The Grandmaster was seated on a small, white bench. He was immaculately dressed in all white. His voice was more gentle and assuring than authoritative; although make no mistake - the Grandmaster’s directions were solemn and serious. Immediate compliance to whatever was commanded of me was the unspoken expectation. The Grandmaster suddenly rose from his seat. He asked me if I was ready for the ceremony. I immediately answered back in affirmation. But on the inside, a chill of doubt began to wrap itself around my heart. Was I? Was all of this happening too fast? All of the trepidation and doubt soon vanished entirely as the ritual progressed. The Grandmaster applied a small amount of holy oil on my forehead. The brief touch of Legrand’s warm hands and fingers was all it took for me to finally relax and allow his gentle, reassuring aura to bathe me in the comforting energy that I needed. When the Grandmaster moved to anoint my eyelids, I reopened them and saw for, really the first time, just how awesome and inspirational the man before me was. He was even taller than I remembered and his mighty build dwarfed most men of his same age and station. I found him in that moment to be one of the most beautiful and attractive men I’d ever laid eyes on. I wondered for a moment, if those thoughts I was having were proper for the solemn occasion. Then the Grandmaster anointed my lips and ears. The feelings of the wonderful, intimate touches in these sensitive places was like nothing I could have anticipated. I had never been handled in quite this way before in my life. I was simultaneously moved and excited- particularly when Legrand anointed my neck, shoulders, and backside. I couldn’t help but savor every soothing caress when the Grandmaster proceeded to anoint my arms, chest, and torso. My breathing began to get shaky when Legrand’s large, warm hand moved closer to my loins. I gasped uncontrollably when his fingers seemingly accidentally brushed against my pubic hair. The ritual felt so real, but I wondered for an instant if this was a dream. Only in my secret fantasies had I imagined what it would feel like to be touched in this way. And by the Grandmaster himself? That was something else. As Legrand began to speak, I could feel his sweet, warm breath on my skin. His movements were methodical and precise, and yet when he massaged the holy oils all over my body into the smooth skin, it seemed to me like he was also exploring and enjoying what he was doing. Again, I immediately felt a jolt of shame at the assumption – at the very thought that this sacred ritual was also simultaneously an erotic introduction to – Before I could complete the thought, the Grandmaster slid his hand down and gently began to massage my penis. By this time, Legrand had shifted the thin cloak almost entirely off of me. I desperately wanted many things at that moment. But I knew full well that I must not give myself away. I was in heaven. And I loved how he expertly began to touch, stroke, and massage my penis and testicles. As I became fully erect, my arousal level was sky high. All of my fantasies were being manifested into real life. When the Grandmaster began to massage my taint and scrotum, I wondered just how far the ritual was actually going to go. The answer came in the form of a completely unexpected, sweet, gentle kiss on my lips. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, I knew that I would do anything, say anything, go anywhere this amazing man commanded me to. And not just in this moment, but always. As Legrand continued his ritualistic ministrations upon my genitalia, I could only moan and gasp with absolute pleasure. I knew full well that I was not allowed to speak, so I fought back the urge to beg him to kiss me again. The Grandmaster must have seen it in my eyes because he beamed a kind, understanding smile and did indeed lean in for another lingering kiss; all the while with his hands and fingers gently caressing my body. I suddenly realized that my penis had never been so hard in my life. All of my senses were tingling with anticipation and lust. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Legrand, particularly when he instructed me to sit on the bench. He then positioned his groin close to my face. Without further instruction, I instinctively knew what the proceedings called for. I bravely touched and kissed the burgeoning hardon that nearly burst through the older gentleman’s white slacks. The Grandmaster allowed my shy, tentative touching to continue for several minutes before assisting in removing his pants entirely. And I honestly couldn’t help but stare in wide-eyed amazement at the sight in front of me. Legrand’s man-scepter looked impossibly enormous. The length and breadth of his cock was long and thick like an oak tree branch. I needed the Grandmaster inside of me. But how could I express this aching desire without inadvertently causing frustration or disapproval from him? Never in a million years did I want to cause a disruption in the anointing ritual. I decided at that moment that I would do everything that I could to regain my composure and follow his patient lead. However, I must admit that it took everything that I had learned about self-control and discipline to do just that! Soon, the Grandmaster allowed me to place my hands and lips all over his massive, awesome member. He guided my every movement and was sure to express his approval in the moments where the time was appropriate. My own piece was also given close attention, and I will never forget the kisses Legrand and I shared during the ritual, and the wordless bond that he and I had formed. But it was the next part that really tested my devotion to the Order. The Grandmaster instructed me to crouch down on my knees and present my backside to him. My exposed hole puckered and twitched as Legrand applied a generous amount of holy oil to it. He lined his powerful, throbbing cock up to my tender entrance and paused. All of my still-new understandings and training in self-control and discipline were being put to the test. Suddenly all thoughts and emotions threatened to slip out of my grasp. I desperately wanted nothing more than to feel the Grandmaster inside of me, to have him fill me up in all of the ways that I had always dreamed of, but never dared ask for…
3. Atonement 35mn
The Apprentice’s face flushed scarlet as he entered the room and saw the stretcher in front of him. The black satin sheet which covered it seemed to shimmer in the candlelight, but there was no mistaking the peaks underneath. It is, of course, utterly forbidden, but we are aware that the boys occasionally discuss rituals with each other, usually in hushed voices in their dorms. As a result, the stretcher has become a somewhat legendary form of punishment. The very mention of it has the capacity to strike profound fear into the hearts of the uninitiated. And so it should… It is the most intense and severe of all the punishments we employ, designed specifically to test the limits of a young man’s body and mind. Failure is almost inevitable, but acceptance of failure is a vital lesson a young man needs to learn on the path to full enlightenment. The stretcher is a long, low, wooden bench upon which penis-shaped pegs of increasing sizes have been mounted. Apprentices are expected to sit on and, in many cases, ride the pegs, starting with the smallest and working their way up. Failure to complete the task results in a punishment of a similarly sexual nature. I was accompanied today by Master St. Michael. He has natural authority and, at times, can seem quite severe. I would certainly not want to be the boy who got on the wrong side of him and it was quite a kick to get the opportunity to play his second fiddle. I took great delight in slowly removing the satin fabric from the bench, revealing the shiny pegs one-by-one, watching with great delight as Apprentice Foster’s eyes bulged in terror. I was, however, impressed to observe this initial discomfort replaced by a look of defiance and determination. Nothing makes the Masters more excited than a boy who fully commits to submission. Master St. Michael instructed me to prepare the boy, which is an experience I find profoundly enjoyable. It’s when you get to feel, for the first time, how he will respond to your touch and the level at which he craves you. It’s about tantalizing him: slowly removing his tie, savoring the squeak of the fabric as it loosens, unbuttoning his shirt and finding his hardening nipples. It’s about unbuckling his belt and gently unzipping his fly while listening to the sound of his breath become unsteady, quivering. The boy was hard as a rock within seconds. It was a thrill to run my hands over the bulge in his semi-see-through garments and to feel it throbbing to the subtle rhythm of my touch. I pulled him back by his neck, digging my fingers into his windpipe to see if he was the sort of boy who responded well to physical dominance. The gasps of pure bliss which left his mouth confirmed that this was very much the case. I have been described as a sadist, but I do not feel that’s true. The pain I inflict only ever happens within the boundaries of a boy’s sexual enjoyment. Yes, I push limits, and yes, I am uncompromising and somewhat unorthodox in my methods, but my dominance is actually a secret form of submission. Once prepared, I handed the boy over to Master St. Michael, who seemed to enjoy the sensation of touching him and slowly removing the remainder of his clothing. There was an intensity in the way that the boy was looking at his Master and I noticed the feeling seemed to be mutual, generating an unusual sense of intimacy between them. Apprentice Foster was gently, almost lovingly, running his hands over the back of Master St. Michael’s head and onto his shoulders. I flashed my fellow Master a concerned look which he immediately acted on. He demanded that the boy be prepared for the stretcher. Formality needed to return to the ritual; I hastily anointed Foster with oil, then ushered him to the first peg. Foster sat on the first one without too much effort, swiftly turning his discomfort into pleasure while defiantly fixing his eyes on Master St. Michael, who studiously refused to look back, no doubt still trying to regain his composure. Master St. Michael then ordered the boy to proceed to the second peg. Before long, the Apprentice was riding the third like a top-class jockey. I continued to rub anointing oils into his body, working my slippery hands up and down his solid dick which bounced and twitched in pure anticipation. Truth be told, I have rarely felt such an emotional connection to one of the apprentices. There was really something special about this boy. As we moved onto the fourth peg, Master St. Michael licked his lips expectantly and massaged his dick through his suit pants. I held the boy in my arms and kissed him as he lowered himself down, feeling the shudders pass through his quivering body. This peg is where Foster showed some of his first signs of struggle, but he persevered, fixating on Master St. Michael with a look of pure desperation which returned the balance of power in the room to where it should have been. The penultimate peg on the stretcher is noticeably larger than the one before. As I rubbed oils onto it, I could see the expression on this Apprentice’s face changing to one of nervousness. He nevertheless very bravely took it on, panting and yelling as it speared his body. Master St. Michael leaned forward and started to rub the boy's dick, almost as a reward for the tenacity. Master St. Michael and I exchanged another look. Was it possible that the boy might achieve the near-impossible and actually be able to take the final peg? My fellow Master nodded subtly and I started to prepare it with oil. As I squeezed it with my palm, the idea of it being able to fit inside the boy seemed almost unimaginable and, at that moment, I saw the boy’s expression altering to one of defeat. Master St. Michael knew this Apprentice was beaten and that further punishment would be required. Apprentice Foster was instructed to kneel on the stretcher while the Master removed his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Master St. Michael then removed his belt and loosened his tie before kissing the boy with deep passion. He’d soon lowered his trousers and removed his shirt. The Master’s impressive dick bulged in his underpants, aroused at the prospect of getting inside this beautiful boy. Apprentice Foster obviously wanted this Master with every fiber of his being, too. Master St. Michael ran his hard, raw, upward-curving dick over the boy’s ass cheeks before plunging it inside him. The boy immediately started to groan and pant, entering a deep trance as his body submitted entirely. Master St Michael started fucking him hard and quite erratically, seemingly unable to get a rhythm going. He was so profoundly excited that he knew he just needed to cum, if for no other reason than to regain his composure. The Master went over the edge, shooting his seed deep inside Apprentice Foster, filling him completely. St. Michael pulled out only to push back inside again, almost acknowledging, in that instance, that his dick couldn’t be anywhere else. And then, just like that, the moment passed. Master St. Michael casually instructed the Apprentice to get himself cleaned up and return to his room. The boy’s punishment had been administered, and it seems, received beautifully.
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