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Master Cox, Master Fantana and Apprentice Andram
July 21, 2022 | Full Length Video : 20min 57sec
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Before joining the Order, I I knew almost nothing about sex. I’d barely thought about it. Now, I go to sleep at night thinking of nothing else, excitedly wondering what and who has been lined up for me next,imagining the incredible new physical sensations I’m going to experience.

Yesterday, they told me I needed to be punished and I was instantly heartbroken. I’ve always tried to behave myself impeccably. In fact, if anything, the masters have commented on my obedience and diligence.

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I was so nervous when I entered the dark room. Master Cox was sitting in a big velvet ceremonial chair with Master Fantana standing next to him. My heart instantly sank. I’d never spoken to either of them before.

The truth is, I’d never been brave enough to go over and start a conversation because I knew I’d just get all tongue-tied. They’re so handsome, suave and debonair. I’ve jerked myself crazy thinking about them on many, many occasions. And yet, the first time I get to interact with them, I’m in deep trouble.

Cox told me to enter and I stood in front of him trembling like a leaf. He told Master Fantana to undress me, which felt just about as humiliating as anything could have felt. He was quite matter-of-fact about things, which just made it a whole heap worse.

He took my tie off quite swiftly and simply threw it to the ground. I was confused. We are taught to be mindful of the clothes we wear. Our pants and shirts must always be pressed, and on the occasions when I’ve undressed in front of masters before, I’ve always been encouraged to fold my clothes neatly. Yet there he was just tossing it on the dusty floor.

I tried not to look at Fantana. I knew if I stared into those beautiful eyes for more than a second, I’d just start blushing and my punishment would no doubt be more severe. It was hard not to be excited, however, and I could feel my dick stiffening in my pants.

Fantana knelt in front of me to remove my shoes, carefully undoing the laces in an almost subservient way. It struck me at that point that Master Cox was definitely the top dog in the room. There must be some sort of hierarchy, even among the masters, which means that Fantana still has to obey his seniors. And, of course, the more I thought about Fantana, possibly serving men like Master Cox, the harder my dick got. By the time he’d pulled my pants down, I was hard as a rock.

He stood behind me, allowing his large, masculine hands to rub up and down my soon-tingling body. If this was punishment, I’d take it every day of the week!

He used oils from a metal dispenser. They smelled really churchy and were cold enough to make me wince when he started to squirt them all over my chest. I liked the sensation of Fantana rubbing the oils into my skin. His hands slid speedily all over my body and made the hairs on the back of my neck go all tingly. But the pleasure was short-lived.

Cox ordered Fantana to reveal the stretcher, and, moments later, he pulled a great black cloth away from a long, low table. Because it was so dark in the room, it took a moment for my eyes to focus on what was attached to the table, but when I realized what was happening, my blood started to run cold…

The table was covered in what can only be described as penis-shaped objects. They were attached to the surface and pointing upwards and I instantly understood the nature of my punishment. Cox described them as “pegs”, and he told me to prepare the smallest one by rubbing oils into it. I knew I’d be expected to sit down on it, so I used as much oil as I could squirt into my hand.

I lowered myself onto it as slowly as possible. It made me gasp but it was not un-pleasurable. What made me more nervous, however, was the line of pegs of increasing sizes stretching out in front of me. And, of course, Cox swiftly told me to prepare the second, which I dutifully did. It took a little more getting used to. My body instantly broke into a cold sweat and I felt shivery all of a sudden.

Unsurprisingly, Cox wasn’t done. He enjoyed watching me. That much was evident from the way that he was rubbing his cock through the tight fabric of his gray suit pants. At his behest, I moved onto the third peg and then the fourth. Both seemed almost impossible to begin with, but Master Fantana was tasked with assisting me, which he did by applying pressure to my shoulders and almost callously pushing me down onto the pegs until they were deep inside me.

As I rode them, I imagined Cox and Fantana taking turns to use my body to pleasure themselves. I stared defiantly, straight at Cox, willing him to be aroused by me, desperate for him to want me.

He asked me to prepare the fifth peg and my heart almost stopped. It was very large. It was almost impossible to imagine it inside me and I instantly began to panic. I told him I didn’t think I could do it and he told me we were going to find out.

Fantana was pushing real hard on my shoulders, but it just wouldn’t go in. Cox told me to keep trying but I thought it was going to tear me in half. It was agonizing. He told me if I couldn’t do it I would be punished, but I knew it was impossible, so I stood up, ashamed, bracing myself for whatever was coming next.

He gestured to a higher table in one of the darkened corners of the room. Fantana pulled back another giant, black sheet and revealed an intricate wooden altar, upholstered with red leather which I was told to bend over. I tensed up, expecting to be caned or belted at any moment.

I could hear Master Cox behind me, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt before undoing his belt and dropping his pants and undergarments. I could feel him running his dick over my ass cheeks, but in my heart, I knew he was going to use his belt on me…

I was shocked beyond words, however, when I felt his huge dick penetrating me. It was the most beautiful sensation - almost exactly the right size and girth for my twitching, stretched-out hole. He sank deep into me and it almost felt like my ass was swallowing him - greedily sucking him into me. I’d dreamed of this moment and I wanted him to take me real hard… and boy did he give it to me!

Fantana climbed onto the altar and pulled my head up, so that I was forced to look at him as Cox banged the air out of my body. We locked eyes and a bolt of thrilling excitement suddenly surged through my body. I wanted Fantana as much as I wanted Cox. Maybe even more. He held my chin with one of his huge hands and rubbed the bulge in his pants with the other. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in my life before.

My hole was suddenly wide open and I could tell Master Cox was ready to blow. Seconds later, I felt his cum flying into me. I could feel his dick contracting and bulging as he squirted. It felt immensely exciting, but my eye was already on the other prize. I knew Master Fantana was getting ready to follow him in.

As Cox pulled out, Fantana moved behind me. He told me to turn around so that he could look into my eyes as he fucked me. He dropped his pants, but I was excited because he kept his shirt and tie on. He looked so sexy.

He flipped his tie over his shoulder and sank his dick into me. My head almost exploded with profound pleasure. We were consummating the look which had passed between us like electricity flying out of a pylon in a storm. He took his shirt off as he started to grind. I was a little disappointed until I saw the ripped, adonis-like, muscular torso underneath.

He stared into my eyes, driving his dick into me, slowly at first, then faster and deeper, slipping around in the residue of Master Cox’ watery cum. While Fantana fucked me, Cox kissed me and thrust his dick into my mouth. I could taste my ass and his jizz, and my entire body started to shake with lustful anticipation…

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Apprentice Andram series cover
Chapters
1. The Interview 18mn
Jack was unsure of himself as Master Kamp asked him to disrobe. He’d done so before for doctors and other professionals, but Master Kamp was an authority of a different kind. Jack didn’t know what the older man would ask of him, but he knew it was part of his journey into the Brotherhood to be obedient and compliant. Standing in his sheer white undergarments, exposed and vulnerable, his heart raced with anxiety and, to his surprise, excitement. Something about Master Kamp seemed to send urges buried deep within to the surface. And as Master Kamp proceeded to tie his hands behind his back, he became helpless to those urges. Master softly knotted the white rope around Jack’s hands, securing them behind the back of the tall chair the young man was sitting on, leaving his chest exposed and lap open. As he began to probe him with questions of his sexuality and honesty, Jack found himself unexpectedly aroused. The situation was only made worse as Master Kamp grazed his inner thigh with his hand. Jack could detect the slightest hint of cologne on the older man’s body, wafting toward him as he moved in closer. Kamp’s hand was strong and firm, but his touch was as light as a feather over his delicate flesh. The tips of his fingers were surprisingly smooth. Jack expected the older man to have weathered hands, rough to the touch and unpleasant. Instead, Jack’s cock began to stand on end from the tickling sensation it provided, exposing him even more than he already was. With a full erection beneath his undergarments, it was hard for Jack to deny his attraction to men. At least, to Master Kamp. The older man didn’t seem to pause. Sitting confidently and powerfully in his white shirt, pants, and tie, his angelic dress belied his more devious agenda. Master Kamp teased the boy’s loins by placing a finger in the front slit of his underwear, caressing the shaft of the vulnerable young man before pulling his erection out through. Jack could hardly breathe. He was sweating profusely, afraid of what would come next, but also desperate for it not to stop. He’d never felt someone handle his cock like that before, and seeing it throb with excitement in the grip of the older man made him feel things he never had before. Jack’s breathing intensified, his heart quickened, and he could hardly think about anything other than his lust for the handsome bearded leader. Master Kamp poured some oil on his member, making it slick with slippery fluid, stroking him and making him writhe in pleasure. Jack couldn’t move much with his hands tied behind his back, but he felt every sensation from the top of his cock outward. His toes curled and his hole clenched. And soon, he was nervous he was not going to be able to take any more of the older man’s pleasurable torture. Master Kamp could see Jack getting close to climax, but he wasn’t prepared to let him off the hook so easily. Having seen what the boy’s manhood could reveal, he wanted to explore another test of his desire. And to do so, he knew he would have to open up his hole…
2. The Calling 18mn
Grandmaster Figata called me to his office at noon today. The nearer it got to the meeting, the more nervous I became. The Grandmaster had seemed quite stern when he said he wanted to see me and I was pretty certain I was going to be in trouble. I knew it had something to do with Master Kemp and all the stuff that had happened with him. To be honest, the whole thing really confused me. It hadn’t occurred to me that I might be attracted to men and half the time I didn’t know if Kemp was punishing me or trying to turn me on. And ever since, I’ve been worrying that I’ve somehow managed to fall into a complicated trap and that it’s only a matter of time before I’m thrown out of the Brotherhood for being a sexual deviant. By the time I’d arrived at Grandmaster Figata’s office, I’d convinced myself that my journey with the Brotherhood was over and that he was gonna ask me to return home with my tail firmly between my legs. I was shaking like a leaf by the time I sat down. His first words cut right through me. “You know why you’re here? Are you sure you’re not attracted to men?” I didn’t know what to say, not just because I didn’t know what I ought to have said, but because I didn’t know what the truthful answer was. He stood. I flinched. I assumed he was going to punish me. He grabbed my tie and pulled me to my feet. My entire body started to tense up, but instead of hitting me or belting me, he pushed his palm towards my crotch and started to rub it. Of course, I instantly started to get hard. There’s something so incredibly magnetic and masculine about Grandmaster Figata, and, up close, he smells so good! He started to undo my tie, then threw it to the ground like a piece of rubbish. Then he was undoing my shirt and I was shaking like a leaf again. I asked him if what we were doing was okay and he told me just to do what he said, so I tried to relax. Moments later, he was undoing my belt and my pants were dropping to the ground with a heavy clunk. Then he pulled up my undershirt and started running those enormous hands of his over my chest. My heart was pounding and I suddenly realized that all I wanted to do was submit to him. Then he kissed me. It took my breath away. He told me to get on his desk on all fours. I wanted to ask why but somehow it felt inappropriate to question him, despite the fact that doing it made me feel uneasy again. He walked around me, inspecting me like I was some sort of sculpture in an art gallery. Then he pulled my underpants down and shoved his tongue in my hole. No one has ever done anything like that to me before. For a moment it made me feel incredibly uncomfortable; then I was engulfed by a rush of deep, deep pleasure. He walked around to the front of me and told me to get his cock out. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I desperately wanted to see it, touch it… taste it. He told me to get on my knees before pulling his underpants down and allowing his giant dick to pop out like some sort of crazy toy with a spring in it! I don’t know what came over me, but I had it in my mouth in seconds. The moment I started to taste it, I didn’t want to stop. I sucked it, licked it, gobbled it, tongued it, chewed it. I wanted to do everything that pleasured him. He stood me up again and pushed me over the desk. I guess I knew what was coming. He went in with no warning whatsoever. The feeling was beyond intense. I thought it was gonna hurt like hell, particularly after seeing the size of his member, but it felt more like I was being gently stretched open. Like my ass had somehow been designed specifically to take his beautiful manhood and, as he started to pump with more and more speed, I could feel myself opening up for him. He got me on my back and continued to push himself in and out of me, tilting his pelvis back and forth in a deep, grinding motion. He started to grunt with every thrust and I guess I knew he was ready to shoot. I wanted it inside me. It felt important. I don’t know why. I guess I felt if he came in me, I’d know I’d done things right by him. He pulled out a millisecond before shooting. I was momentarily disappointed, but then I saw the shower of thick, creamy cum gushing out of him and, well, I can say for a fact that I’ve never felt so excited! He collapsed on top of me and started kissing me again - this time with more passion and desperation. My entire body was tingling. I’m still not entirely sure I fully understand what happened… but I now know one thing for certain. I am definitely attracted to men. Big time!
3. Ordination 21mn
Master Figata looked so hot dressed in his crisp, white suit. Ever since he took my boyhood a month or so ago, I’ve been able to think about almost nothing else. It was a magical experience. And I know that when I'm older, I’ll see it as the moment my entire life turned a corner. I now know that I’m on a profound journey of discovery; one which will lead me to understanding - and ultimately experiencing - true carnal pleasure. Despite having been almost permanently in my thoughts since my calling last month, I haven’t seen a great deal of Master Figata in the flesh. I pass him from time to time, but am always too nervous to speak to him outside of our planned meetings. But he gives me these looks which tells me we’re not done. That intense, amazing, life-changing encounter was not the end of our story together… In fact, it was just the first chapter! So, when I was called for my Ordination and walked in to find Master Figata dressed in that beautifully-tailored white suit, I knew something special was about to happen. My heart instantly leapt into my mouth and my head started spinning. He told me to sit down on the big white couch and beamed at me with that big, sexy daddy smile of his. His is the sort of smile which makes a young boy feel safe. It’s a smile which seems to tell you you’re the most important person in the world. He asked if I knew why I was there. I lied and said I did. I mean, I knew I was being ordained to the Order but I had no idea what that actually entailed. Obviously, I knew what I wanted it to entail, but there would undoubtedly be a whole heap of ritual in the meantime. He immediately told me to start undressing, which I did with possibly too much enthusiasm. I kinda knew the whole vibe was to come across as chaste and sober, but ever since he took my virginity, I’ve been desperate to feel his hands running over my body again. He rubbed my knee gently and seductively as I unbuttoned my shirt. I couldn’t wait to get the damned thing off, and was so desperate to do so that I forgot to undo the buttons on the cuffs! Then he took his own jacket off before kneeling down at my feet and removing my shoes and socks. There was something incredibly erotic about what he was doing; it felt subservient, like I’d earned enough of his respect for him to deign to kneel before me and remove my footwear. And he did it all so slowly and deliberately. I instantly boned up, and then, when he pulled the zipper down on my pants, I felt a rush of absolute excitement at the thought of what I might be about to experience - the life lesson I knew I was about to learn. He slowly pulled my underpants down and my hard dick sprung up to greet him. I was astonished when he placed his lips around it. I mean, I’d done it to him the last time we met, but I had no idea it would feel the way it felt. My entire body started to shake. These bolts of total pleasure started rippling up and down my body… Then he got me to kneel on the couch before starting to fondle, then lick my ass. It was like his tongue was dancing. I could feel my hole opening up in anticipation; welcoming in that renewed sense of belonging, that feeling of completeness. Then he got me to stand up and I could tell something was different. He seemed a little breathless - a bit flushed, maybe. There was a coldness about him the last time we met, but this time he seemed excited. He told me to remove his belt and, as I dropped down to do so, he took off his shirt and tie. I could see his huge dick tenting through the white suit pants and, as I pulled them down, I found it proudly standing to attention underneath his see-through underpants. I instantly started to suck him and he gasped and moaned in a really good way. I tried to get the whole thing in my mouth, but it wouldn’t fit. He was telling me to lick his balls, and then the tip of his cock; telling me what he needed and how best to pleasure him. I squatted down on the couch again and he knelt behind me, running the giant mushroom head of his big dick up and down my ass crack in a way which had my hole twitching in seconds. And then he started to push himself into me. I knew from the previous time that my only option was to stay as calm and relaxed as possible. He slid in real slow. I thought several times that he must have pushed it all the way in, but then I’d feel it going deeper. Like impossibly deep. Like it was gonna start pushing through my belly button! Then he started to grind in and out of me, and it suddenly felt like we were somehow one being. Both of us had combined to trigger waves of intense ecstasy within each other which were simultaneously crashing through our bodies. Even our groans started to meld together, we were breathing as one, crying out in unison. His arms were wrapped around my throat. I could barely breathe. My pleasure was his pleasure. We existed for one another. He got me onto my back and thrust himself inside me, never once taking his eyes off me. We stared at each other. Got lost in each other. I somehow knew he was close, and moments later, he started to drive his dick into me with some force. I felt his semen entering me. I genuinely felt it gushing inside me like water rushing down a pipe. And, when he pulled out, I could feel it dripping out of me. I was desperate to keep it inside, but you can’t stop gravity! He scooped some of it into his hand, before rubbing it over my forehead. And there it was! That was my anointment. I was now a man!
4. Second Anointing 18mn
When Apprentice Andram was directed into the sacred chambers—a mystical place of thin curtains and oppressive beauty—he was no longer the uncertain boy that The Order first interviewed so long ago. He had been probed by Master Kemp, ordained by Master Figata, and disciplined thoroughly by Masters Fantana and Cox. Those giant men had passed the tiny boy down the assembly line of their passions, inspecting his progress, and preparing him to meet its most enigmatic and preeminent member—Grandmaster Legrand. Master Legrand waited in a crisp white suit, alabaster tie, and cream suspenders. Every aspect of the towering man was pure—pure power, pure masculinity, pure certainty. With steely steadiness, he seized the boy in his large roaming hands. He muttered holy words, and peeled Jack free of his compass-covered shirt. He kneaded his chest and traced calloused fingers across the stomach and crotch. Within a moment, he left Jack trembling, wet with sweat. Legrand stripped Jack down to just his covenant garments, which strained the boy's excitement. When Legrand finally fished Jack's member out of his last cloth, Jack felt himself melt away in Legrand's arms. It was as if the whole Order itself embraced him, and kept him safe and restrained in its grasp. The grandmaster led his apprentice to the holy altar, which was covered with a soft red fabric. Other than Jack's pale body, it was the only source of color in the sacred chambers. His body was laid upon there, and forced to writhe under the well-practiced mouth of Legrand. The master sampled the flavors of the boy's taint and member. He made sure every part of Jack's sensitive anatomy tasted as it should, and responded to The Order's touch as expected. Splayed and spread across the altar, the tiny bottom pleaded for the master to take him. And not just to take his hole, or his lust, but to take his soul and lift it up. He wanted Master Legrand to fuck him so thoroughly that it would raise him higher in The Order's estimation, and rub just a bit of the master’s power onto him. He wanted to be a vessel upon which The Order itself would insert itself, in any orifice it craved, with any and all meaning that came with it… And that's exactly what Master Legrand was there to do—to insert meaning directly into the boy's innards, with a controlled agony and ecstasy the likes of which can only be obtained through his hips, intergenerational thrusts, and considerable seed. Master Legrand unzipped his pristine white trousers and fished out his cock. This instrument of The Order's will was much larger and thicker than the apprentice was prepared to witness. A small drop of precum dripped from the head, and glistened on its surface. Jack's eyes were glued to the sight. It was so massive! He found himself in awe of the great, shining thing that stretched out before him. When Master Legrand inched forward, aimed his veiny member, and pressed the head at his entrance, it was a new awakening for the boy. He was spread open like a book. He wasn't sure if he had even dreamed of seeing such a thing before, much less taking it. And take it, he did! Jack gasped at the sensation of the Grandmaster's cock stretching his ring, then bucking inside him like some kind of monstrous animal. Jack's ass was filled to the brim with dick beyond comprehension. As Master Legrand slammed into him over, and over, and over again, the illuminated room seemed to pulse in time with the jackhammer at Jack's prostate. The apprentice became reduced to moans and cries and sensation. No thoughts laid with him, only the strength of the man claiming his hole. After an eternity of bouncing on the Master's magnificent phallus, he felt a new warmth spread through him. He was flooded by a great tide of hot cum. It was a torrent that the boy's hole couldn't contain. The pleasure of it washed over him like a wave—it was the most glorious feeling of his life. With Master Legrand's cock buried deep inside the boy, and his hands holding the boy's head firmly in place, and his cum smeared and splattered upon the boy's nether regions, the two kissed. Their mouths sealed together. Jack was addressed to The Order, and now, buried deep within his prostate and mind, he carried their lessons, and a hunger to learn more...
5. Disciplinary Action 21mn
Before joining the Order, I I knew almost nothing about sex. I’d barely thought about it. Now, I go to sleep at night thinking of nothing else, excitedly wondering what and who has been lined up for me next,imagining the incredible new physical sensations I’m going to experience. Yesterday, they told me I needed to be punished and I was instantly heartbroken. I’ve always tried to behave myself impeccably. In fact, if anything, the masters have commented on my obedience and diligence. I was so nervous when I entered the dark room. Master Cox was sitting in a big velvet ceremonial chair with Master Fantana standing next to him. My heart instantly sank. I’d never spoken to either of them before. The truth is, I’d never been brave enough to go over and start a conversation because I knew I’d just get all tongue-tied. They’re so handsome, suave and debonair. I’ve jerked myself crazy thinking about them on many, many occasions. And yet, the first time I get to interact with them, I’m in deep trouble. Cox told me to enter and I stood in front of him trembling like a leaf. He told Master Fantana to undress me, which felt just about as humiliating as anything could have felt. He was quite matter-of-fact about things, which just made it a whole heap worse. He took my tie off quite swiftly and simply threw it to the ground. I was confused. We are taught to be mindful of the clothes we wear. Our pants and shirts must always be pressed, and on the occasions when I’ve undressed in front of masters before, I’ve always been encouraged to fold my clothes neatly. Yet there he was just tossing it on the dusty floor. I tried not to look at Fantana. I knew if I stared into those beautiful eyes for more than a second, I’d just start blushing and my punishment would no doubt be more severe. It was hard not to be excited, however, and I could feel my dick stiffening in my pants. Fantana knelt in front of me to remove my shoes, carefully undoing the laces in an almost subservient way. It struck me at that point that Master Cox was definitely the top dog in the room. There must be some sort of hierarchy, even among the masters, which means that Fantana still has to obey his seniors. And, of course, the more I thought about Fantana, possibly serving men like Master Cox, the harder my dick got. By the time he’d pulled my pants down, I was hard as a rock. He stood behind me, allowing his large, masculine hands to rub up and down my soon-tingling body. If this was punishment, I’d take it every day of the week! He used oils from a metal dispenser. They smelled really churchy and were cold enough to make me wince when he started to squirt them all over my chest. I liked the sensation of Fantana rubbing the oils into my skin. His hands slid speedily all over my body and made the hairs on the back of my neck go all tingly. But the pleasure was short-lived. Cox ordered Fantana to reveal the stretcher, and, moments later, he pulled a great black cloth away from a long, low table. Because it was so dark in the room, it took a moment for my eyes to focus on what was attached to the table, but when I realized what was happening, my blood started to run cold… The table was covered in what can only be described as penis-shaped objects. They were attached to the surface and pointing upwards and I instantly understood the nature of my punishment. Cox described them as “pegs”, and he told me to prepare the smallest one by rubbing oils into it. I knew I’d be expected to sit down on it, so I used as much oil as I could squirt into my hand. I lowered myself onto it as slowly as possible. It made me gasp but it was not un-pleasurable. What made me more nervous, however, was the line of pegs of increasing sizes stretching out in front of me. And, of course, Cox swiftly told me to prepare the second, which I dutifully did. It took a little more getting used to. My body instantly broke into a cold sweat and I felt shivery all of a sudden. Unsurprisingly, Cox wasn’t done. He enjoyed watching me. That much was evident from the way that he was rubbing his cock through the tight fabric of his gray suit pants. At his behest, I moved onto the third peg and then the fourth. Both seemed almost impossible to begin with, but Master Fantana was tasked with assisting me, which he did by applying pressure to my shoulders and almost callously pushing me down onto the pegs until they were deep inside me. As I rode them, I imagined Cox and Fantana taking turns to use my body to pleasure themselves. I stared defiantly, straight at Cox, willing him to be aroused by me, desperate for him to want me. He asked me to prepare the fifth peg and my heart almost stopped. It was very large. It was almost impossible to imagine it inside me and I instantly began to panic. I told him I didn’t think I could do it and he told me we were going to find out. Fantana was pushing real hard on my shoulders, but it just wouldn’t go in. Cox told me to keep trying but I thought it was going to tear me in half. It was agonizing. He told me if I couldn’t do it I would be punished, but I knew it was impossible, so I stood up, ashamed, bracing myself for whatever was coming next. He gestured to a higher table in one of the darkened corners of the room. Fantana pulled back another giant, black sheet and revealed an intricate wooden altar, upholstered with red leather which I was told to bend over. I tensed up, expecting to be caned or belted at any moment. I could hear Master Cox behind me, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt before undoing his belt and dropping his pants and undergarments. I could feel him running his dick over my ass cheeks, but in my heart, I knew he was going to use his belt on me… I was shocked beyond words, however, when I felt his huge dick penetrating me. It was the most beautiful sensation - almost exactly the right size and girth for my twitching, stretched-out hole. He sank deep into me and it almost felt like my ass was swallowing him - greedily sucking him into me. I’d dreamed of this moment and I wanted him to take me real hard… and boy did he give it to me! Fantana climbed onto the altar and pulled my head up, so that I was forced to look at him as Cox banged the air out of my body. We locked eyes and a bolt of thrilling excitement suddenly surged through my body. I wanted Fantana as much as I wanted Cox. Maybe even more. He held my chin with one of his huge hands and rubbed the bulge in his pants with the other. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in my life before. My hole was suddenly wide open and I could tell Master Cox was ready to blow. Seconds later, I felt his cum flying into me. I could feel his dick contracting and bulging as he squirted. It felt immensely exciting, but my eye was already on the other prize. I knew Master Fantana was getting ready to follow him in. As Cox pulled out, Fantana moved behind me. He told me to turn around so that he could look into my eyes as he fucked me. He dropped his pants, but I was excited because he kept his shirt and tie on. He looked so sexy. He flipped his tie over his shoulder and sank his dick into me. My head almost exploded with profound pleasure. We were consummating the look which had passed between us like electricity flying out of a pylon in a storm. He took his shirt off as he started to grind. I was a little disappointed until I saw the ripped, adonis-like, muscular torso underneath. He stared into my eyes, driving his dick into me, slowly at first, then faster and deeper, slipping around in the residue of Master Cox’ watery cum. While Fantana fucked me, Cox kissed me and thrust his dick into my mouth. I could taste my ass and his jizz, and my entire body started to shake with lustful anticipation…