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Master Cox, Master Fantana and Apprentice James
September 30, 2021 | Full Length Video : 22min 54sec
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Apprentice James felt the first peg enter his hole with a fiery sting. He was not quite ready as he sat down on the shiny wooden bench, intimidated by the line of toys securely sealed to its surface. He looked into Master Cox’s eyes as he sat across the room, enthroned by a large red chair and positioned such that James could perfectly and expectedly meet his gaze. He looked for a sign of Cox’s mercy, but it was clear that the older man did not intend for him to stop.

Sacrifice and hard work was part of every rite and ritual on the way to becoming a Master Mason. James knew this and accepted it. But it didn’t make the work any less challenging. Up until Master Legrand stuck his long finger through his sphincter, he’d never experienced the sensation of his hole widening beyond his control. Now, he was testing himself far beyond the demands of a single digit.

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Master Cox was a handsome man with summer-tanned skin and a dark mustache. He didn’t appear immediately threatening or intimidating. In fact, he had the look of a regular dad. Someone he might have met in life. He could have been a teacher, an office manager, a boss, or even the parent of one of his friends. At any other moment, he might have disappeared in the background of his suburban life, another face in a sea of elders. But here, in the dark, black room of the temple, he was imbued with power and authority that James had to recognize.

As Apprentice James eased himself down, Master Cox’ face expressed something less than satisfaction. While James felt like he was pushing himself, Master Cox seemed to interpret this as merely the warm up. And looking at what was to come, it was clear that the young man was naive to feel like this was a challenge.

Nevertheless, when the older man ordered him to proceed to the next peg, the apprentice did so without hesitation. While he felt an intense heat around his ears and cheeks and a rapid pulse beating within his heart, he did what he thought was demanded of him.

As he moved down the line, James felt himself becoming more and more acclimated to the stretching of his hole. The objects seemed to be a warm up for the one before it, much easier to take on each level up. But whenever it seemed like he was cheating the Order by not pressing firmly down against the bench, Master Fantana, a younger but equally handsome superior, stood beside him, ready to press down on his shoulders and ensure he was fully engulfing the object.

Master Fantana would occasionally oil up the next peg, getting it ready for the apprentice’s next step. He would rub the excess on James’ body, making his smooth, alabaster skin glisten in the dim light. It somehow made James warmer, covering his flesh where it would otherwise be bare. The warmth made him more persistent to continue while also providing a pleasant sight to his masters.

Despite his resolve and determination to meet Master Cox’s expectations, his virgin hole could only take so much. The older man was impressed with how far he made it, but knew not to reveal that in any way. Power is only effective when it means discipline as well as reward. And for not meeting the expectations of the Order, Apprentice James would have to face the consequences.

The young man was placed on a large red altar with his legs held up by the younger master. Fantana helped the boy into position, bringing his ass to the end of the ceremonial table and keeping his lower limbs held up and apart. Apprentice James was keenly aware that his well used hole was out and presented, right at the height of Master Cox’s loins.

The thought first made him nervous. He was clearly in a position to be fucked. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and now, in the dark with these strange men, he was going to have a once in a lifetime change. He felt the urge to stop it, but he knew if he did, his entrance into the Order would be finished.

As Master Cox removed his pants, he saw the mustachioed daddy’s hard, veiny cock sticking out from beneath his undershirt. It was thick and throbbing, clearly aroused by seeing the apprentice work over his hole. Something about the familiarity of this stranger--his dad-next-door energy and coupled with unsuspecting authority--made Apprentice James unexpectedly hard.

Thinking of this man--the coach, the banker, the father, the husband, whoever he was in his real life--fucking him and filling him with his cock sent a thrill in his body. He’d always worried what his first time would be like, and knowing the moment had come filled him with excitement.

Apprentice James thought there might be more ceremony and ritual to come, but to his surprise and delight, the older man simply brought his bare cock between his cheeks and slid it deep into his body. It happened with a sudden shock and a feeling of pressure deep in his gut. And then that was that. Apprentice James was no longer a virgin.

He looked up Master Cox, staring into the eyes of the first man to fuck him. He knew he’d remember this moment for the rest of his life, so he tried his best to memorize everything. The hot, thick air of the room, dense with desire and perspiration. The slight beading of sweat building on the older man’s brow. And the powerful, commanding, masculine way his face stared back at him as he began to thrust back and forth...

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Chapters
1. The Interview 20mn
Oliver didn’t come up through the Church like others before him. He wasn’t raised with religion or any sort of moral guidance. By his nature, he’s sweet and charming, but easily corruptible. It just took the peer pressure of school friends and neighborhood kids to steer him down a path of bad behavior. Now, having spent some time as a young man and away from those early influences, he’s found himself hungry for the kind of purpose and calling he never had before. The Mormon church wasn’t something he expected to find himself inside. He’d always seen it as something silly or crazy, always watching the bike riding missionaries dressed in white shirts and ties. He thought some were kind of cute, but knew to steer clear. That is, until they came to his door. The missionaries seemed so happy and friendly. They seemed to have no doubt or fear. And, they had each other. Oliver couldn’t say there wasn’t some appeal in having a community to belong to. And while his feelings towards other men were becoming more apparent, he was not ready to drape himself in a rainbow flag and head down the local boy bar. It seems strange, but the Church seemed like a good option. He was greeted so positively, he lost all sense of apprehension. He wanted to belong so badly. He would do whatever it took. Meeting with Master Legrand was intimidating. The older man stood at least a foot taller than him, dressed in all white from his shoes to his jacket and tie. He had a reddish-brown scruffy beard and hair with piercing light eyes. His tone was very direct and serious. Oliver found him incredibly handsome, even wondering what he looked like under his fine clothes. But as much as his curiosity was piqued, he knew this was a solemn occasion. He wasn’t there to fool around or check out guys: he was there to make a commitment. To better himself and cleanse himself of the sins of his past. He wanted a fresh start, and Master Legrand promised that to him. The older man told him that obedience was important and that Oliver was to follow what Master Legrand said without any hesitation. It was a sign of respect and acceptance of his initiation. Oliver was so used to doing things his way, but he knew he wasn’t the best at making his own decisions. It seemed somewhat regressive and uncomfortable, but he would do it, no matter what. Even when Master Legrand told him to remove all his clothes, he did so. Afterall, he was a Master, right? He could trust him. Master Legrand then proceeded to put a kind of smock over him that covered his front and back. It was some kind of ceremonial thing that Oliver had never seen before. The sides were open, but his dick and ass were covered… slightly. The older man began to perform a kind of cleansing ritual, rubbing water and oils over his body, reciting words as he went along. It was so bizarre, but felt very purposeful. Not wanting to seem in any way disrespectful, Oliver stood tall, feeling the older man’s hands go over his face, neck, and body. Oliver had only ever felt another guy touch him once, when he was very young fooling around with friends, but it was never genuine sexual activity. Oliver felt himself getting excited, and he focused all his energy on trying to keep down his arousal. He barely noticed when the Master’s hands lingered on his buttocks, so concentrated on his genitals. When Master Legrand actually began to fondle Oliver’s nuts and shaft, he thought all would be lost and he’d show a prominent erection right then and there! Luckily, it seemed as though the tall Master didn’t notice anything and moved on about the ritual. Oliver was presented a pair of special underwear and told to put them on. It was a little weird, but he knew that meant he was a part of the Church now! He belonged! He had a place. And he wasn’t going to give that up. With that in his head, things got complicated when Master Legrand began asking about his sexual desires. The older man sat him down and seemed very curious about his experiences with other men. If he’d done anything, what he thought about, if he had thoughts. Oliver thought perhaps his arousal was more apparent than he suspected. He felt like he’d done something wrong and was terrified he was about to be sent out. Oliver assured the older man that he was not attracted to men and had only ever done that youthful indiscretion. Master Legrand stared at him with his serious look, the same look he likely gave other apprentices before delivering bad news. Oliver began to sweat, but he was granted an opportunity to prove himself. Master Legrand began to tie Oliver’s hands behind the chair in which he was sitting. Oliver didn’t know if this was another kind of ritual, but he patiently waited for the older man to tie the white rope around his wrists. When the Master sat back down, he pulled his chair closer, bringing his long legs in on his own. Master Legrand couldn’t help but practically rest his knee on Oliver’s loins, needing to get close enough to touch him. The Master placed a hand on Oliver’s chest, feeling his heart beating through his new undergarments. The fabric was sheer, barely acting as a true cover. Master Legrand ran his hand down inside it, feeling the boy’s chest again. Oliver felt more uncomfortable this time. Being bound and restricted, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do anything. He watched as his Master moved with long, slow caresses over his body, feeling his legs and stomach, teasing him and circling around his crotch until he couldn’t take any more. Suddenly, Oliver felt the tip of his penis begin to lift up the fabric of his underwear, causing them to tent up in the most humiliating fashion. Oliver looked down, terrified. He looked back up at Master Legrand and was surprised to see he was not at all put off. In fact, he seemed to focus his attention on his apprentice’s bulging member. Moving a hand inside the shorts, Master Legrand started to stroke the boy’s shaft, working it gently between the tips of his fingers, exciting it but denying it the feeling of a full grip. Oliver couldn’t deny that it felt good. He didn’t want it to, but he couldn’t fight his body’s urges. He didn’t know if it was simply the act of the touch that was doing it or if it was because the hand belonged to the handsome and powerful Master Legrand! Either way, he knew he was caught. Master Legrand didn’t stop, though. He seemed keen on seeing just how aroused this apprentice could get. He began to tease Oliver's nipples, play with his balls, even take a finger to the boy's hole. Oliver had never been touched there before. It was tight and strong, but smooth and fleshy. Master Legrand ran his finger on Oliver’s sphincter in a circular motion, like he was playing with a button. Oliver felt it tickle a little then begin to slip inside him every so delicately. He wanted to feel more. He wanted to take more. He breathlessly waited for Master Legrand to fully pierce his body and move inside him. He locked eyes with his Master, as if to beg him to push further. He couldn’t bring the words to his tongue, but Master Legrand looked back, recognizing that desperation. With a slow, gentle push, the tall Master watched as his digit slipped inside Oliver, breaking him apart like he’d never felt before. The boy let out a gasp, in disbelief of what he was experiencing. Master Legrand took his free hand and began to stroke Oliver’s cock, getting him worked up as he fingered his hole. Oliver began to pant, feeling himself getting close to climax as his prostate was poked. Master Legrand could see Oliver’s reaction, not to mention the pulsing feeling of his heart in the tight ring around his finger. He wanted to see Oliver cum. And he knew this apprentice wasn’t going to leave that chair until he did...
2. Disciplinary Action 23mn
Apprentice James felt the first peg enter his hole with a fiery sting. He was not quite ready as he sat down on the shiny wooden bench, intimidated by the line of toys securely sealed to its surface. He looked into Master Cox’s eyes as he sat across the room, enthroned by a large red chair and positioned such that James could perfectly and expectedly meet his gaze. He looked for a sign of Cox’s mercy, but it was clear that the older man did not intend for him to stop. Sacrifice and hard work was part of every rite and ritual on the way to becoming a Master Mason. James knew this and accepted it. But it didn’t make the work any less challenging. Up until Master Legrand stuck his long finger through his sphincter, he’d never experienced the sensation of his hole widening beyond his control. Now, he was testing himself far beyond the demands of a single digit. Master Cox was a handsome man with summer-tanned skin and a dark mustache. He didn’t appear immediately threatening or intimidating. In fact, he had the look of a regular dad. Someone he might have met in life. He could have been a teacher, an office manager, a boss, or even the parent of one of his friends. At any other moment, he might have disappeared in the background of his suburban life, another face in a sea of elders. But here, in the dark, black room of the temple, he was imbued with power and authority that James had to recognize. As Apprentice James eased himself down, Master Cox’ face expressed something less than satisfaction. While James felt like he was pushing himself, Master Cox seemed to interpret this as merely the warm up. And looking at what was to come, it was clear that the young man was naive to feel like this was a challenge. Nevertheless, when the older man ordered him to proceed to the next peg, the apprentice did so without hesitation. While he felt an intense heat around his ears and cheeks and a rapid pulse beating within his heart, he did what he thought was demanded of him. As he moved down the line, James felt himself becoming more and more acclimated to the stretching of his hole. The objects seemed to be a warm up for the one before it, much easier to take on each level up. But whenever it seemed like he was cheating the Order by not pressing firmly down against the bench, Master Fantana, a younger but equally handsome superior, stood beside him, ready to press down on his shoulders and ensure he was fully engulfing the object. Master Fantana would occasionally oil up the next peg, getting it ready for the apprentice’s next step. He would rub the excess on James’ body, making his smooth, alabaster skin glisten in the dim light. It somehow made James warmer, covering his flesh where it would otherwise be bare. The warmth made him more persistent to continue while also providing a pleasant sight to his masters. Despite his resolve and determination to meet Master Cox’s expectations, his virgin hole could only take so much. The older man was impressed with how far he made it, but knew not to reveal that in any way. Power is only effective when it means discipline as well as reward. And for not meeting the expectations of the Order, Apprentice James would have to face the consequences. The young man was placed on a large red altar with his legs held up by the younger master. Fantana helped the boy into position, bringing his ass to the end of the ceremonial table and keeping his lower limbs held up and apart. Apprentice James was keenly aware that his well used hole was out and presented, right at the height of Master Cox’s loins. The thought first made him nervous. He was clearly in a position to be fucked. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and now, in the dark with these strange men, he was going to have a once in a lifetime change. He felt the urge to stop it, but he knew if he did, his entrance into the Order would be finished. As Master Cox removed his pants, he saw the mustachioed daddy’s hard, veiny cock sticking out from beneath his undershirt. It was thick and throbbing, clearly aroused by seeing the apprentice work over his hole. Something about the familiarity of this stranger--his dad-next-door energy and coupled with unsuspecting authority--made Apprentice James unexpectedly hard. Thinking of this man--the coach, the banker, the father, the husband, whoever he was in his real life--fucking him and filling him with his cock sent a thrill in his body. He’d always worried what his first time would be like, and knowing the moment had come filled him with excitement. Apprentice James thought there might be more ceremony and ritual to come, but to his surprise and delight, the older man simply brought his bare cock between his cheeks and slid it deep into his body. It happened with a sudden shock and a feeling of pressure deep in his gut. And then that was that. Apprentice James was no longer a virgin. He looked up Master Cox, staring into the eyes of the first man to fuck him. He knew he’d remember this moment for the rest of his life, so he tried his best to memorize everything. The hot, thick air of the room, dense with desire and perspiration. The slight beading of sweat building on the older man’s brow. And the powerful, commanding, masculine way his face stared back at him as he began to thrust back and forth...
3. The Covenant 23mn
Oliver did as he was told. Obediently, he stripped down completely and put on the ceremonial robe. It was big and loose hanging on his body, clearly not made for him. As he tried to balance it on his shoulders, he wondered how many others had worn this exact garment, and how many others had done what he was about to do. He’d barely spoken a handful of words to Master Cox, but already the older man had touched his body, handled his genitals, and even been inside him. Sex with him was part of the requirements of the Order, but Oliver did not mind. He found himself unusually drawn to the older man, both in his authority and his appearance. He reminded him of the men he knew growing up. Fathers of friends, friends of his father, neighbors, etc. Even being a stranger, disconnected and unknown from his life or any sentimentality, there was something familiar about him that gave him comfort. Crawling into the ceremony room on all fours, he lowered himself below the older man. Master Cox sat on the edge of a large bed, draped in a red altar cloth. Master Cox was dressed in all white, even down to his tie. Everything felt so formal and so ritualized. It sent a tingly feeling up Oliver’s spine, a sort of out of body experience as he walked through the motions he was told to follow. He knew this was important, so he gave it his entire attention. When Master Cox told him to wash his feet, he didn’t hesitate or think twice of it. Everything about the moment served to remind Apprentice Oliver that his place was submissive and subservient to Master Cox. And he did so with full faith. Once he was finished, Master Cox stood him up, manipulating the material that hung over Oliver’s body until it fell down around him. The boy stood naked, exposed and vulnerable, pressed against the fully suited older man. Oliver’s cock began to stiffen, rising as he felt the moment of consummation approach. It was very vaguely explained to him the purpose of the covenant ceremony, but he knew he had to give himself to the Order and to Master Cox as if he was making an eternal bond. The only thing he could equate it to was a wedding. And as such, he knew this meant giving his body over completely. Master Cox took off his jacket, ordering Oliver to his knees. Within seconds, he pulled out his cock for Oliver to begin to suck. It was a big, thick, veiny member with a low hanging set of large testicles. Seeing it close, Oliver was impressed with its size. He remembered how it felt moving inside him, but strangely, he never really saw it. Something about Master Cox just made him want to serve him. Looking up at his light salt and pepper sprinkling of chest hair, his masculine face with his dark mustache, and his paternal, soft eyes, he wanted to be taken. He felt it deep in his loins that he needed to be filled and fucked. He passionately and thoughtfully worshipped and sucked Master Cox’s member, all the while anticipating the moment when it would be back inside his hole...
4. Ordination 20mn
Master Cox had great affection for Apprentice James. The young man had shown incredible obedience and patience through his initiation period, doing whatever was necessary to satisfy the needs of his superiors. Not only did he have a beautiful face and a strikingly beautiful body, but he had the spirit of a true submissive. An absolute necessity to be ordained into the Order. When the time came for Apprentice James to receive his final achievement, Master Cox was honored to be able to be the one to sanctify him into the Masonic brotherhood. Master Cox brought the young man into the ceremonial chamber he’d come to know well, bathed in white light and filled with a sense of purpose. He removed his clothing, stripping him of his shirt and tie, leaving him clad only in the bright glow of the room. His body looked angelic, ready to receive his place in the Order and be eternally connected to Master Cox and the other leaders. When Master Cox removed his clothes, his lean, muscular frame stood tall and strong. His olive skin contrasted with James’s beautifully, dusted with a soft pattern of hair on his chest and stomach. James dropped to his knees, placing himself once again eye to eye with the older man’s massive, thick cock. Apprentice James took both hands wrapped around the meaty member, stroking it and feeling it’s power between his fingers. He understood that it contained not only the capacity for great pleasure, but it was both the source of life-giving seed and masculine authority. He worshiped it. He loved it. And as he took it into his mouth, he savored the familiar taste of his master. Master Cox rocked his hips back and forth slowly, teasing the head of his cock with the tongue of the submissive young man. The warm, wet channel that he was able to explore was truly a gift. He knew it was his right and his place to feed the young man his member, but his connection with Apprentice James made it all the more special. He looked down at the beautiful blue eyes of his boy, seeing his passion for him reflected back in the crystalline pools. He knew he was ready to receive him, and he wasted no time in making it so. Leaning back on the nearby bed, Master Cox laid down, making himself comfortable as Apprentice James mounted himself on top. The young man deftly maneuvered his legs around Master Cox’s body, feeling the warm, rigid shaft of his manhood resting beneath him. Even outside of his body, it felt incredible up against his hole. He wanted to be connected with him again, to feel his manhood pierce his flesh and become one with him. He felt bigger and stronger whenever Cox was inside him, and coursing with purpose whenever he left his seed behind. Apprentice James looked to Master Cox for permission, which Master Cox gave with a subtle yet eager nod. James, knowing what to do implicitly, relaxed his sphincter as he felt the hard end of the older man’s member push against his body. Without too much pressure, he felt it move deep inside him, filling him up and stretching him out as it had done before. Apprentice James let out a sigh of relief. As much as it could hurt, he was happier with it in him than without. He settled himself down, feeling the massive balls of the older man pressing up against his buttocks, signaling that he had taken him down completely. He was so grateful to be there at that moment. And once Master Cox began thrusting into him, wave after wave of pleasure surged through his body. Master Cox felt the boy grip him from inside. He was practically massaging him with his hole, working out a load that would surely leave him filled. He didn’t want to rush it, but he knew that Apprentice James had earned his place in the brotherhood. All that was left was to seal him with a deep, penetrating insemination…
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