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December 07, 2023 | Full Length Video : 29min 34sec
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Apprentice Roux has caused something of a stir within the order. A number of the Masters have been lucky enough to savor him, but my time had not yet come. The relationship between an Apprentice and his Master is rarely discussed in great detail—in fact, it can be a very jealously guarded secret. But there was something about Apprentice Roux which seemed to inspire Masters Snow and Stone to compare notes.

I suspect they’d both been caught off a little by the way that the boy had drawn them in. Both men are known to be fairly guarded, so it was fascinating to hear them talking about Apprentice Roux with such a level of fondness. When the three of us were assigned to oversee the boy’s atonement, I realized that things had the potential to become very interesting…

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Apprentice Roux entered the dark chamber looking a little uneasy, and when he glanced down at the long bench below him, his face fell. The Apprentices are instructed not to talk about their experiences to one another, but I’m pretty sure they’re all aware of what lurks beneath the cloth in that particular room.

Apprentice Roux looked at each of us in turn, no doubt wondering if Stone and Snow had brought me up to speed with what had happened in previous encounters with him. I looked to my right and noticed that Stone was giving off an unusually intimidating air. He’s a tall, broad man and he was sitting with his tie a little loose and his legs spread wide, eye-balling the boy like he was sizing up his next meal. To my right, Master Snow was looking more than a little aloof, so I tried to present a slightly warmer vibe as not to freak the boy out entirely. This is, after all, the most intimidating of all the ceremonies.

Snow had been assigned as the group leader and he wasted no time in instructing Master Stone to prepare the boy. I won’t lie: I was highly aroused by the sight of Stone towering above Apprentice Roux, slowly but masterfully removing the boy’s clothing; casually unleashing the apprentice’s sense of deep vulnerability. It is a commonly held belief that the masters are somehow impervious to feelings about one another. I cannot speak for the others, but I have certainly entertained lustful thoughts about my colleagues—with particularly intense recurring fantasies about the two men I happened to be sharing the room with on this occasion. It was a privilege to finally see them in action.

Once stripped down to his underwear, Roux was ordered to stand between Snow and me. We simultaneously reached up to the boy and began to run our hands over his lithe body, celebrating every curve and bump of his beautifully defined torso. I found myself catching Master Snow’s eye. He smiled at me knowingly. This boy was special, and though it was clear he was still highly uneasy, we knew that he was desperate to please us.

Master Snow instructed Stone to oil the boy, which he did with immense intimacy, pushing the warm liquid into every part of his body until the boy was glistening in the candlelight.

The time had come to reveal the stretcher. Stone and I dutifully removed the heavy cloth from the top of the bench, revealing the pegs underneath. The boy plainly could not bring himself to look at it. He knew what was expected of him and the terror of his thoughts rested in his expression.

Stone was ordered to prepare the first of the pegs, and he applied just enough oil to allow the boy a fairly comfortable initial experience. Roux knew what to do—he shuffled into position with one leg over either side of the bench, before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves and slowly lowering himself down onto the peg. He winced and shivered as the cold peg entered his sphincter but it was clear that the sensation was not displeasurable.

Master Snow ordered the boy to move to the next peg, and he obediently made his way along the bench. He lowered himself without too much trouble onto the second peg, which was not a great deal larger than the first. And so the plucky apprentice continued his way along the bench, assisted and encouraged by Stone, who massaged his shoulders and fingered his hole from time to time.

It was particularly hot to see the boy riding the pegs. The sight went straight to my dick as I imagined how that dense, immovable object felt inside the boy as it tore its way into his body.

The next to last peg was a huge notch up in terms of size. The boy shivered and shuddered as he lowered himself onto it. He struggled to regulate his breathing, but he eventually triumphed and the peg went all the way inside him.

And so he came to the final peg, which, to my knowledge, no boy has ever managed to fully take. It’s considerably larger than the one before, and a very different, wider, uncompromising shape. Roux was plainly up for at least trying to take it. It was difficult to know whether he was being foolhardy or brave. Stone, preparing the peg, fixed me with a look which suggested he didn’t think the boy had any hope of getting it inside him. I wasn’t so sure…

Roux fairly speedily positioned himself over the peg and rapidly began to lower himself down onto it. He gritted his teeth and screamed out loud as it started to enter his hole. I think all three of us were willing him to do it. I ran my hand gently over his thigh, and I could see Stone looking closely at the business end with a look of incredulity on his face. But ultimately, it was too much for the boy and he was begrudgingly forced to acknowledge defeat. Snow, of course, pointed out that there were consequences associated with failure, and the boy nodded, crushed by a sense of inadequacy. We were all secretly impressed, however. So much, in fact, that I was forced to cover my erection with my hand.

Master Snow ordered Apprentice Roux to stand and then stood to join him, sensually running his hands over the boy’s shoulder. The sight pleased me greatly. Snow looked incredibly sexy and authoritative in his suit, standing powerfully in front of the naked, trembling, oiled-up boy. Snow removed his jacket and the room was instantly filled with his expensive scent. His torso looked like it had been poured into his tightly-fitting shirt. I was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of lust for him. I wanted to see him making love to the boy. I wanted to feel the boy’s intense pleasure rippling through my own body.

Snow held Apprentice Roux’s beautiful face with one hand while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt with the other. He pulled the boy’s hands towards his belt and got him to unbuckle it. I couldn’t take my eyes off Snow. He was masterful. He gently kissed the apprentice’s chest before getting to work on his neck. He dropped his pants and removed his socks and underwear before pulling the boy into him. They kissed like longtime lovers. It was a spine-tinglingly passionate kiss, one which promised the world. The boy was shaking. Snow’s penis was pushing against Roux’s belly button while he fingered the boy's ass. I looked across at Stone who was running his hand over the bulge in his pants—seemingly just as hooked by the show.

Snow then told the boy to turn around and squat down with one knee up on the bench. He scooped some oil into his hand and rubbed it onto his giant dick before lining it up with the boy’s ass. A moment later, he pushed it slowly into Roux’s hole. It became impossible to know what to look at: Snow’s dick, easing its way into Roux’s ass, was a thing of great beauty, but so was the look of unabashed pleasure on his face. But perhaps, most pleasing of all was the apprentice’s look of complete shock as he felt the power and enormity of Snow’s dick. The boy let out a deep, low groan and then, suddenly, he seemed at peace. They both had what they needed.

Master Snow penetrated the boy with deep, long strokes, pushing at his internal organs with the tip of his sizable weapon. He kissed the boy while whispering words of encouragement into his ears. I stood up and pulled the boy’s ass cheeks apart, watching with great excitement as Master Snow’s penis slid in and out. My face was so close to his. I could feel the intense heat radiating from his body. I contemplated kissing him, but he was the boss today. My status in the chamber forbade me from initiating contact. Everything needed to be on Master Snow’s terms.

Meanwhile, Master Stone was pulling his plus-sized dick out of his suit trousers and pushing it towards the boy’s mouth. Seconds later, the boy was sucking on it like his life depended on it. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him further into Stone until he started to gag.

And then it happened. I found my mouth inching towards Master Snow’s and suddenly we were kissing. And not just kissing: we were making out with profound intensity. I had my hand on the back of his head, feeling the smoothness of his skin while our tongues danced. He was fully naked. I was still in a three-piece suit. I could hear the boy gobbling on Stone’s hard cock, and the sound of Snow’s gargantuan dick slamming with increasing intensity and speed into his ass. It struck me that I have never wanted any man more than I wanted Master Snow in that moment. I was living for him. Melting into him. He whispered in my ear, so softly, so that no one else would hear; “You look amazing. I want you.”

Then Snow really started pounding the boy. It was the noisiest fuck I’ve ever heard; a combination of Roux’s yells, the crack of Snow’s hips slamming into his tender ass cheeks and Master Stone’s low moans of profound pleasure as the boy choked and heaved on his dick.

Snow’s eyes rolled back in his head and I knew that he’d passed a point of no return. He let out a giant roar and exploded into the boy with supreme force, his hips writhing and gyrating as the semen flew out of him. He pulled out and the spunk followed, spraying all over the bench. Then he pushed himself back in and pulled the boy up to his mouth, kissing him with gratitude. I felt foolish for feeling a pang of jealousy, but this sensation was instantly assuaged when Snow started to kiss me again. He handed a towel to the exhausted boy and told him to clean himself up. As we walked out of the room, leaving Roux to his thoughts, I wondered if anything in my life could ever top that encounter.

Characters
Master Snow

Master Snow always gets what he wants. This burley, blue-eyed, shaven-headed DILF is masculine, yet incredibly sensual. His deep, resonant voice and large, hairy hands are utterly irresistible to the boys. Fortunately, he enjoys giving pleasure as much as he enjoys receiving it.

Played by Adam Snow
Master Stone

Master Stone has broad shoulders and chiseled physique that exude raw power and grace. His most distinctive features are his silver hair and (in striking contrast against) his tanned skin, giving him an air of timeless elegance. Piercing steely eyes leave those who meet his gaze unsettled and intrigued.

In the corridors of high society, Master Stone remains a respected but distant figure, always observing, always calculating. As a wealthy and influential man, he spends his days partaking in opulence. But his true identity lies within the clandestine world of The Order, an exclusive and elusive occult society. In this shadowy organization, he navigates through arcane rituals and ancient knowledge, with power and influence that stretch far beyond the realm of what most men will ever be privileged enough to know of.

His wealth opens doors, but it's his association with The Order that makes him truly revered. Master Stone's specialty lies in the art of hypnotic interrogation, a skill honed within and used extensively in his tasks under The Order. He delves into the minds of boys currently under ordainment, unraveling their secrets locked deep within.

Played by Dillon Stone
Apprentice Roux

They don’t come any cuter than Apprentice Roux. He’s studious, smart, conscientious and handsome in an almost dreamy way with dirty blond hair, doleful eyes and a tight, smooth body. He gives the impression of being completely in control of his emotions, but he feels everything with passion and intensity which one day will explode from him.

Played by Sage Roux
Master Barrett

Being one of the younger masters of the Masonic Order, Master Barrett took his role there very seriously. He didn’t often say much, but his mysterious gaze made curious minds wonder. He understood he had a duty to perform after becoming an official member, but his own personal mission statement of ensuring that both him and his partner were enjoying themselves sometimes overshadowed that duty.

The boys he encountered when with the Order were fond of him due to his handsome bearded face and bold eye contact. His charm was almost irresistible. Barrett took notice of this charm he had over the boys, a confidence that they somehow picked up on. Knowing his focus was entirely on you meant only one thing for certain, you would soon be feeling pleasure. This Master had his own secret weapon, his own way of knowing how to elevate the sensation. It was one of the reasons boys were so quick to swoon for him.

Played by Tucker Barrett
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Chapters
1. The Interview 22mn
I can’t begin to explain how terrified I was when I walked into the room. Everything was gleaming and white; so white that it took my eyes a few moments to adjust to what I was seeing. Master Stone sat in the space alone, dressed smartly in a pristine alabaster suit. I stood at the door for a moment, not knowing what to do, somewhat transfixed by the floor-to-ceiling white curtains billowing gently in the early spring breeze. He instructed me to sit down; his voice sounding a little terse. I assumed he was irritated that he’d needed to give me such an obvious instruction. I felt beads of sweat prickling on my forehead and my mouth went dry. I sat on the chair next to him, suddenly feeling self-conscious and shabbily dressed, despite having spent what felt like forever trying to get my tie to look just so in the mirror. He smelled expensive. He looked expensive. There wasn’t a hair out of place on his head. Even his stubble looked well-groomed. I didn’t know why I was there. They said it was an interview, and they said there was nothing I could do to prepare for it. I just had to be there, on time, looking as sharp as possible. Master Stone told me I needed to be completely honest with him, which immediately made me feel like I’d done something wrong. He seemed aware of this, but wanted me to admit to whatever I was guilty of in my own words. I racked my brain to think of past misdemeanors, but I was too nervous to process thoughts. His voice was low, resonant. He placed his hand somewhat disconcertingly on my thigh and asked if I’d ever been attracted to other boys. I immediately said that I hadn’t. To be honest, it seemed weird to me that he felt he needed to ask. I’m a good boy. I take my studies really seriously. I’m certainly not the kind of person who entertains thoughts of that nature. He continued to rub my thigh and all the words I was trying to say started to fall out of my mouth in the wrong order. He asked if I was attracted to older men. I hesitated momentarily, largely because my mouth was suddenly so dry, but he took this to mean that I wasn’t being entirely honest with him. Then he told me to stand and, as he himself stood up, I was engulfed by a wave of his scent—a deep, rich aroma which intoxicated me. He towered above me. He ordered me to remove my shirt. It seemed like the strangest request in the world, but it didn’t cross my mind to question it. I dutifully started to undo my tie, and then unbuttoned the shirt I’d spent the best part of an hour ironing earlier. I felt vulnerable. I dared to look at him and became suddenly aware of how his gray eyes seemed to match the many shades of salt-and-pepper in his hair. At that moment he instructed me to take off my pants. Again, I didn’t question the order, but I could feel the blood pounding in my ears as I pushed my pants down to the ground. And there I was, in my semi-see-through garments, wanting the earth to swallow me up, shaking uncontrollably and panicking about what was to come next. He instructed me to sit down again, which was just as well because I could feel that my legs were about to buckle. The next thing I knew, he was restraining my hands behind the chair. My mind started jumping all over the place. Was he about to punish me? Should I have put up a fight? Was my compliance a problem? When he told me to undress, should I have refused? He bound my hands together with some sort of silky rope. It didn’t hurt, but there was no way I was going to be able to shake myself free or stand up. He pulled his chair up. He sat with his legs spread wide, one thigh pushing against mine, the other pressed against my knee. It felt curiously intimate, especially when he started to touch my thigh again with his hand. His touch made me shudder. It probably should have felt utterly invasive, but for some reason it felt good. He asked if he was arousing me. I said he wasn’t, but not knowing if that was the truth. I liked the attention; I liked feeling close to such a powerful man. He pushed his fingers up the leg of my garments and I felt goosebumps all over my body. Then all sorts of conflicting thoughts started flooding into my head. Was I failing the test? Should I have been fighting to suppress the erection which was forming between my legs? And yet the more his fingers traveled under my shorts and up my thigh, the higher I wanted them to go. I looked into his eyes and suddenly experienced a sensation of want. My body wanted him. He pushed his hand underneath my shirt and started to play with one of my nipples, sending a rush of intense pleasure through my body and down to my crotch. Then he took my other nipple and squeezed it firmly. I gasped reflexively. Before long, he was rubbing the palm of his hand over the bulge between my legs. From then on, it’s all a bit of a blur. His fingers were suddenly under the fabric, running up and down the shaft of my penis, which was now about as hard as I think it’s ever been. He pulled one of my legs onto his, so that I was sitting in an ungainly, but somehow sexual position. It was as though he were somehow freeing up my loins. I have never felt like the object of someone’s affections before. I could tell that the Master was enjoying giving me attention, and that my intense arousal was pleasing him. He did things to me with his lips and hands which I couldn't believe. My entire body started to hum the tune of his touch. I felt utterly helpless and completely out of control. Yet, somehow, that also felt right. When he touched the tip of my penis with his mouth, I thought I was going to explode. I have never felt such excitement or desire. Then, when he licked his finger and started to push it into my hole, I felt a sense of purpose for the first time in my life. I was his. My body belonged to Master Stone. He started to jerk my dick and the levels of intensity suddenly went through the roof. I tried to control myself. I tried to hang on, but somehow I knew I was going to shoot… and furthermore that I was meant to shoot. He released my hands and allowed me to stroke myself as he continued to push his fingers inside me and explore my body with his lips and tongue. It was magical. I felt my balls prickling and I knew I couldn't hold on any longer. I gripped the base of my dick and suddenly felt the semen seeping out of the tip and slowly rolling down the shaft towards my fist. It was an orgasm the likes of which I’d never experienced before—Master Stone drained it out of me, reducing me to the puddle of my own making. If he could do that to me… I needed to know what else he could do to me.
2. The Calling 36mn
My thoughts were all over the place since meeting with Master Stone. Before I met him, I didn’t know it was possible for a body to experience such intense pleasure. I’d had no comprehension of the concept of yearning; the idea that my body could need something as much as my brain. I had longed, almost desperately, to be summoned by Master Stone again, and, as the days and weeks rolled past without such an invitation, I found myself feeling increasing levels of despondency. He barely looked at me. I saw him smiling at other Apprentices and my heart broke. The deepest and most crushing cut of all was being instructed to attend my calling, not by Master Stone, but by Master Snow. I didn’t know much about Master Snow. I’d seen him around, of course. He’s stupidly handsome but he comes across as aloof, business-like, and a little stern. The moment I saw his name, I felt sad. I spent the days before the meeting trying to come to terms with my loss. I had to accept that what had happened with Master Stone was of no significance to him and unlikely to be repeated. Maybe he was ashamed. Maybe he was worried that I’d report him… not that I ever would. So, I walked into Master Snow’s office feeling a little depressed. I found him sitting at his desk, all neatly turned-out in an expensive suit and tie, looking distant and over-formal. The room smelt slightly sweet, like cold ice. He instructed me to sit down before fixing me with his piercing blue eyes, telling me that the ritual we were about to embark upon would advance me in the Brotherhood. His words should have given me a sense of elation. I was about to enter the mystical sect which had fascinated me for years. And yet, all I could think was how much more meaningful it would have been if Master Stone had been saying the words. Snow leaned forward and quietly asked if I still submitted that I was not attracted to men. I instantly felt my face burning up. Plainly I am attracted to men. I have jerked thinking about Master Stone at least twice a day since our encounter, but I didn’t want to be pushed into a place where I had to admit to what had happened (in case it got him into trouble), so I lied and said that I was not attracted to men. His eyes narrowed and he told me to stand. He pushed a glass vessel towards me and instructed me to drink from it before telling me I needed to do everything he instructed me to do. My heart was pounding with nerves but as he said the words I felt a bolt of pure excitement. Some crazy thing in the back of my mind was daring to hope that Master Snow was going to seduce me, just as Master Stone had. He stood up and walked behind me and I was engulfed by a cloud of his masculine scent. I felt his fingers very carefully pushing up the collar of my shirt. Seconds later, he ran his hands gently over my back before undoing my tie. Everything fell silent. All I could hear was the rustle of my fabric and the sound of him breathing behind me. I could feel myself drifting off into some sort of happy trance, remembering the all-encompassing sensation of Master Stone’s erotic touch. Master Snow instructed me to take my shirt off and I found myself, almost robotically, doing as asked, my head swimming with conflicting thoughts about what was happening, wondering if I should attempt to pull attention away from the erection which was now rather obviously tenting in my black suit pants. He removed his jacket. I could see the shape of his body underneath his tightly-fitted shirt and could tell that his torso was well-formed and well-looked-after. As soon as my shirt was off, he started to touch me again, his fingers drawing little patterns over my chest, encircling my nipples and making me tremble. Then he told me to take my belt off and remove my pants. I dared to look at him. He was undoing his tie and was staring at me in a way which was surely designed to be seductive. I instantly became lost in his beautiful eyes, and had to force myself to look away again. His hands were suddenly all over me, gliding slowly over my garments, touching every part of my body. I began to experience the sensations which I’d longed to re-visit, but somehow, on this occasion, they seemed almost more intense. Maybe I was hoping that Master Snow would take me even further than Stone had. I am, of course, entirely inexperienced when it comes to all of this, but I know that there’s more to sex than having my hands tied behind my back and being touched until my dick explodes. I felt safe in Master Snow’s strong arms and I realized that I was now willing to be led almost anywhere by him. He kissed my neck and bit my ear and my entire body started to shake with an unquenchable desire for him. He pushed my hand towards his groin and encouraged me to grip it. It felt huge and warm and it seemed to throb to the rhythm of my touch. Master Snow then instructed me to climb onto his desk. Moments later he pulled my garments down and pushed his mouth against my butt. I could suddenly feel his tongue dancing over my hole. To say the sensation blew my mind would be an understatement. When he started pushing fingers into me, and pulling my body into increasingly bizarre contortions, I began to understand what was coming. The thought of having penetrative sex had always terrified me, but now, in the heat of the moment, I wanted it more than anything. My entire body was ready to serve Master Snow… He pulled me down from the desk then pushed me up against it. I could hear the rustle of him unbuttoning his shirt and dropping his pants. Then he dipped down to push his tongue into me one final time. He stood again and I could feel him rubbing his dick over my butt cheeks and then entering the crack and pressing against my hole. I guess it should have felt weird and alien, but it felt natural. I wanted it. And then it happened. I thought it would hurt like hell, but I experienced instead a sense of pure relief, a sense of belonging somehow, like his dick was finally finding a home inside me. I could feel it sliding deeper into me. We were connected. We were one. The feeling became considerably more intense as he started to pound in and out of me. I grabbed the end of the desk and attempted to process what was happening: I was losing my virginity. This was what it felt like to be fucked! He pulled my neck back until I could barely breathe and then started really pounding me. Just as I thought he’d given me everything he was capable of giving, he’d dial it up another notch until I wondered if he’d eventually tear me apart. He pushed me onto my back on the desk and raised my legs up. The position allowed me to look into his eyes for the first time and try to work out his thoughts. He was plainly enjoying himself and was looking down at his dick, no doubt savoring the view of plowing in and out of me. He told me to stroke myself. I did so reluctantly because I knew it would make me cum and I didn’t want it to end. He went harder and faster with every stroke, pushing and pulling my body about as he did so, no doubt to get the best angle for his huge dick. I think I knew he was going to shoot. The speed of his strokes increased and his breathing suddenly became labored. I wanted it inside me. That felt important. I wanted his DNA to remain in me, but he pulled out just before shooting. I could feel the cum hitting my skin and dripping down my sides. Then he pushed his cock back into me again, and I got my wish after all. I don’t know that anything will ever be able to top the experience with Master Snow. The one thing I am sure of is that I’m now in a place where anything is possible.
3. Atonement 30mn
Apprentice Roux has caused something of a stir within the order. A number of the Masters have been lucky enough to savor him, but my time had not yet come. The relationship between an Apprentice and his Master is rarely discussed in great detail—in fact, it can be a very jealously guarded secret. But there was something about Apprentice Roux which seemed to inspire Masters Snow and Stone to compare notes. I suspect they’d both been caught off a little by the way that the boy had drawn them in. Both men are known to be fairly guarded, so it was fascinating to hear them talking about Apprentice Roux with such a level of fondness. When the three of us were assigned to oversee the boy’s atonement, I realized that things had the potential to become very interesting… Apprentice Roux entered the dark chamber looking a little uneasy, and when he glanced down at the long bench below him, his face fell. The Apprentices are instructed not to talk about their experiences to one another, but I’m pretty sure they’re all aware of what lurks beneath the cloth in that particular room. Apprentice Roux looked at each of us in turn, no doubt wondering if Stone and Snow had brought me up to speed with what had happened in previous encounters with him. I looked to my right and noticed that Stone was giving off an unusually intimidating air. He’s a tall, broad man and he was sitting with his tie a little loose and his legs spread wide, eye-balling the boy like he was sizing up his next meal. To my right, Master Snow was looking more than a little aloof, so I tried to present a slightly warmer vibe as not to freak the boy out entirely. This is, after all, the most intimidating of all the ceremonies. Snow had been assigned as the group leader and he wasted no time in instructing Master Stone to prepare the boy. I won’t lie: I was highly aroused by the sight of Stone towering above Apprentice Roux, slowly but masterfully removing the boy’s clothing; casually unleashing the apprentice’s sense of deep vulnerability. It is a commonly held belief that the masters are somehow impervious to feelings about one another. I cannot speak for the others, but I have certainly entertained lustful thoughts about my colleagues—with particularly intense recurring fantasies about the two men I happened to be sharing the room with on this occasion. It was a privilege to finally see them in action. Once stripped down to his underwear, Roux was ordered to stand between Snow and me. We simultaneously reached up to the boy and began to run our hands over his lithe body, celebrating every curve and bump of his beautifully defined torso. I found myself catching Master Snow’s eye. He smiled at me knowingly. This boy was special, and though it was clear he was still highly uneasy, we knew that he was desperate to please us. Master Snow instructed Stone to oil the boy, which he did with immense intimacy, pushing the warm liquid into every part of his body until the boy was glistening in the candlelight. The time had come to reveal the stretcher. Stone and I dutifully removed the heavy cloth from the top of the bench, revealing the pegs underneath. The boy plainly could not bring himself to look at it. He knew what was expected of him and the terror of his thoughts rested in his expression. Stone was ordered to prepare the first of the pegs, and he applied just enough oil to allow the boy a fairly comfortable initial experience. Roux knew what to do—he shuffled into position with one leg over either side of the bench, before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves and slowly lowering himself down onto the peg. He winced and shivered as the cold peg entered his sphincter but it was clear that the sensation was not displeasurable. Master Snow ordered the boy to move to the next peg, and he obediently made his way along the bench. He lowered himself without too much trouble onto the second peg, which was not a great deal larger than the first. And so the plucky apprentice continued his way along the bench, assisted and encouraged by Stone, who massaged his shoulders and fingered his hole from time to time. It was particularly hot to see the boy riding the pegs. The sight went straight to my dick as I imagined how that dense, immovable object felt inside the boy as it tore its way into his body. The next to last peg was a huge notch up in terms of size. The boy shivered and shuddered as he lowered himself onto it. He struggled to regulate his breathing, but he eventually triumphed and the peg went all the way inside him. And so he came to the final peg, which, to my knowledge, no boy has ever managed to fully take. It’s considerably larger than the one before, and a very different, wider, uncompromising shape. Roux was plainly up for at least trying to take it. It was difficult to know whether he was being foolhardy or brave. Stone, preparing the peg, fixed me with a look which suggested he didn’t think the boy had any hope of getting it inside him. I wasn’t so sure… Roux fairly speedily positioned himself over the peg and rapidly began to lower himself down onto it. He gritted his teeth and screamed out loud as it started to enter his hole. I think all three of us were willing him to do it. I ran my hand gently over his thigh, and I could see Stone looking closely at the business end with a look of incredulity on his face. But ultimately, it was too much for the boy and he was begrudgingly forced to acknowledge defeat. Snow, of course, pointed out that there were consequences associated with failure, and the boy nodded, crushed by a sense of inadequacy. We were all secretly impressed, however. So much, in fact, that I was forced to cover my erection with my hand. Master Snow ordered Apprentice Roux to stand and then stood to join him, sensually running his hands over the boy’s shoulder. The sight pleased me greatly. Snow looked incredibly sexy and authoritative in his suit, standing powerfully in front of the naked, trembling, oiled-up boy. Snow removed his jacket and the room was instantly filled with his expensive scent. His torso looked like it had been poured into his tightly-fitting shirt. I was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of lust for him. I wanted to see him making love to the boy. I wanted to feel the boy’s intense pleasure rippling through my own body. Snow held Apprentice Roux’s beautiful face with one hand while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt with the other. He pulled the boy’s hands towards his belt and got him to unbuckle it. I couldn’t take my eyes off Snow. He was masterful. He gently kissed the apprentice’s chest before getting to work on his neck. He dropped his pants and removed his socks and underwear before pulling the boy into him. They kissed like longtime lovers. It was a spine-tinglingly passionate kiss, one which promised the world. The boy was shaking. Snow’s penis was pushing against Roux’s belly button while he fingered the boy's ass. I looked across at Stone who was running his hand over the bulge in his pants—seemingly just as hooked by the show. Snow then told the boy to turn around and squat down with one knee up on the bench. He scooped some oil into his hand and rubbed it onto his giant dick before lining it up with the boy’s ass. A moment later, he pushed it slowly into Roux’s hole. It became impossible to know what to look at: Snow’s dick, easing its way into Roux’s ass, was a thing of great beauty, but so was the look of unabashed pleasure on his face. But perhaps, most pleasing of all was the apprentice’s look of complete shock as he felt the power and enormity of Snow’s dick. The boy let out a deep, low groan and then, suddenly, he seemed at peace. They both had what they needed. Master Snow penetrated the boy with deep, long strokes, pushing at his internal organs with the tip of his sizable weapon. He kissed the boy while whispering words of encouragement into his ears. I stood up and pulled the boy’s ass cheeks apart, watching with great excitement as Master Snow’s penis slid in and out. My face was so close to his. I could feel the intense heat radiating from his body. I contemplated kissing him, but he was the boss today. My status in the chamber forbade me from initiating contact. Everything needed to be on Master Snow’s terms. Meanwhile, Master Stone was pulling his plus-sized dick out of his suit trousers and pushing it towards the boy’s mouth. Seconds later, the boy was sucking on it like his life depended on it. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him further into Stone until he started to gag. And then it happened. I found my mouth inching towards Master Snow’s and suddenly we were kissing. And not just kissing: we were making out with profound intensity. I had my hand on the back of his head, feeling the smoothness of his skin while our tongues danced. He was fully naked. I was still in a three-piece suit. I could hear the boy gobbling on Stone’s hard cock, and the sound of Snow’s gargantuan dick slamming with increasing intensity and speed into his ass. It struck me that I have never wanted any man more than I wanted Master Snow in that moment. I was living for him. Melting into him. He whispered in my ear, so softly, so that no one else would hear; “You look amazing. I want you.” Then Snow really started pounding the boy. It was the noisiest fuck I’ve ever heard; a combination of Roux’s yells, the crack of Snow’s hips slamming into his tender ass cheeks and Master Stone’s low moans of profound pleasure as the boy choked and heaved on his dick. Snow’s eyes rolled back in his head and I knew that he’d passed a point of no return. He let out a giant roar and exploded into the boy with supreme force, his hips writhing and gyrating as the semen flew out of him. He pulled out and the spunk followed, spraying all over the bench. Then he pushed himself back in and pulled the boy up to his mouth, kissing him with gratitude. I felt foolish for feeling a pang of jealousy, but this sensation was instantly assuaged when Snow started to kiss me again. He handed a towel to the exhausted boy and told him to clean himself up. As we walked out of the room, leaving Roux to his thoughts, I wondered if anything in my life could ever top that encounter.
4. Anointing 31mn
I’d longed to get Apprentice Roux on his own ever since his Atonement, which had been quite a messy affair for me. It was one where, I’m ashamed to say, I allowed my feelings about Master Snow to govern my actions and therefore behaved in a less-than-exemplary manner. Apprentice Roux was, of course, oblivious to the change in my behavior. I doubt he even paid much attention to me. He was being fucked within an inch of his life by Master Snow and I’d been assigned a fairly innocuous role in the proceedings. The reason for wanting some alone time with the Apprentice was to establish myself in his mind as a force to be reckoned with. It was vital for me to surpass the experience that the boy had had with Master Snow. Call me competitive, but I strive to be the best. As he walked into the chamber in his flimsy gown, I realized how handsome the young Apprentice was. He hovered nervously by the entrance, trying to work out if he was permitted to come into the space. I felt a pang of sympathy towards him, remembering the times during my own apprenticeship when I was too confused or scared to make any form of decision. I smiled and instructed him to enter. I didn’t need to play this like Master Snow would; all severe and aloof. I could approach Apprentice Roux’s anointing with tenderness. I could be his friend and the results might be surprising to us both. I went through the process of anointing him as delicately and sensuously as I could, staring into his large, lavender eyes as I ran my oil-covered fingers over his soft, pale flesh. His smooth forehead, his cute nose, his full lips… He was nervous. Very nervous. My touch seemed to be causing him to shiver uncontrollably, but the look on his face begged me not to stop. I found myself becoming increasingly lost in his gaze, realizing quite how much I wanted him. His nipples were like bullets as I anointed his breast. I could tell that he was highly aroused. His ass cheeks felt beyond-inviting as I ran my fingers over them. My dick had started to harden slowly in my pants and was beginning to plan its devious exit strategy. By the time I’d worked my way down to his feet, it was throbbing with excitement. Kneeling, I carefully pulled his gown aside and was greeted by an impressive penis standing to full attention and staring me in the eye. I gently cupped his balls before sliding the tip of my finger along the shaft, coaxing a small droplet of pre-cum from the head which dripped itself into the palm of my hand as I started to stroke him. And how I teased that Apprentice’s cock! I used my tongue to taste, tantalize and tickle him before taking him deep into my throat. He started to tremble and then began to whimper. I pushed him onto all fours and licked his crack, my tongue gliding around his hole in ever-decreasing circles until I finally made center contact and started to penetrate him. The sensation drove him wild. He was gasping, grunting and groaning in anticipation. I stood up and removed my pants, finally granting my dick the freedom it was so desperate for, then slowly removed my shirt and tie, the boy frozen on all-fours in readiness. There was no point in delay; my dick was throbbing and glistening with pre-cum. His ass was open and ready. I knelt behind him and pushed myself far into his tight, innocent body, causing him to yelp as I started to thrust. He began to grip me with his ass muscles, causing me to experience a rush of pure desire which made me fuck him harder and deeper with every stroke until I realised I was perilously close to prematurely busting my nut. So I slowed things down and focused on long, deep, grinding motions. I pulled out and instructed him to lie on his back with his legs in the air, pushing down against his thighs and staring into his ecstatic eyes as I fucked him like a stag in autumn. It was plain from the look on his stunningly innocent face that he was struggling to comprehend the intensity of what he was feeling. I threw my head back and started pounding him again, engaging my hips and throwing all caution to the wind, suddenly not caring if I shot my load. It was all too amazing. I was engulfed by a frenzy of lust. At one point I realized I was doing push ups into him. He grabbed his dick and started to jerk himself. It was clear he was powerless to do anything else. I’d sent him right over the edge. I nodded at him. I was giving him permission to cum as and when he needed to. His breathing became increasingly labored and then, without any warning, I felt his ass muscles spasming as ribbons of semen flew from his dick all over his smooth, silky stomach. The experience of watching him shoot his load instantly made my balls clench, and, seconds later, the spunk was gushing up my shaft and flying into his heaving stomach. I have rarely cum so hard. I fired off round after round into him, still pumping and twitching way after the semen had stopped flowing out of me. I realized, as I kissed him afterwards, how much I’d needed this encounter—if for no other reason than to remind myself of my own power. I very much hope that fate will allow our paths to cross again before his training is complete.
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