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Starring Adam Snow and Logan Cross
July 06, 2023 | Full Length Video : 27min 23sec
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Master Snow used to scare me. He always seemed so stern and aloof, like he literally didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone. That said, he’s also one of those men you almost feel before you see. That sounds a little crazy, doesn’t it? He’s got a sort of presence, an aura, which draws in everything around him.

This might partially be a result of him always being so impeccably styled. Master Snow is certainly a man who knows how to wear a suit. His ties are immaculately knotted and everything he wears seems to fit him like a glove. I’ve often found myself staring at him and wondering what kind of body lies underneath those expensively-tailored layers of clothing. I’ve always rather hoped he looks as good naked as he does fully-dressed.

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By the time I entered his office, I’d become a bag of nerves. He was sitting at a giant desk and barely glanced at me as he told me to sit down. Then, he spent what felt like forever looking through my notes. Man, I’d love to see what’s written there. There’s pages and pages of them and I’ve only been here a few months. What do they know about me? What have they worked out? By the time he spoke, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. The only thing I was able to take in was how resonant and low his voice was. It’s basically the sort of voice which could hypnotize someone.

He asked if I still believed that I was not attracted to men. I didn’t know what to say. After my experience with Master Weston, it would have been untruthful of me to suggest that I hadn’t at least given the question a heck of a lot of thought. The trouble was that I still hadn’t found an answer. Was my experience with Weston so overwhelming because he was a man, or because of what he was doing to me? Would the alternative have been far more exciting? To be honest, I’ve been in turmoil ever since it happened, trying to work my way through the jumbled tumble of emotions which were unleashed by the encounter. So, in short, when the question was asked, I said I still felt I wasn’t attracted to men.

Master Snow then told me to drink liquid from an ornate glass cup. It was so cold and refreshing; It felt like I’d dipped my head into a mountain stream. Then he instructed me to stand up and remove my clothes. It took a while for the somewhat eccentric command to sink in, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned since joining the order, it’s that you should never question a Master’s demands. So, I got to my feet and did as requested.

It felt a little humiliating to be undressing in front of him. The more I removed the more vulnerable I felt. But, at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel a little aroused, particularly when the Master stood up and started to run his hands gently over my body.

Up close, he smelt so good. It was like an expensive fusion of tobacco and leather and it made me feel giddy. The experience of being touched so sensually, and by such a stunningly handsome man, made me tremble. I fought really hard to remain un-erect, but the more he touched me, the more I realized I was losing the battle. In the end, I simply closed my eyes and allowed the waves of desire to roll up and down my body. If he’d have asked me whether I was attracted to men at that moment, I would undoubtedly have said yes.

He told me to climb onto the desk. While on all fours, he continued to touch every part of my body. Nothing he did seemed rushed—It felt like everything was being drawn out to raise my sense of extreme anticipation. He slowly pulled my garments down and placed his warm hands on my ass cheeks before removing his suit jacket, which he flung casually onto a chair. Seconds later, I felt his face pressing against my butt. His stubbly beard was ticklish to begin with, but as he started to kiss me down there and wriggle his tongue against my hole, I felt an all-encompassing rush of intense sexual energy tightening within me.

I wondered if he was going to push the same object into my hole that Master Weston had used on me, but then I suddenly started to think that he might be planning to push his penis in there instead. The thought of losing my virginity right there and then utterly blew my mind. It felt as wrong as it felt right. I’m not prudish. I don’t believe that sex can only happen inside the sanctity of marriage, but I had always felt that it ought to happen within the context of a loving relationship. But then again, the idea of Master Snow taking me for no other reason than that he wanted to feels incredibly erotic.

He told me to lean over the desk with my feet on the floor and then stood behind me. I could hear him removing his clothes. First, his shirt, and then his pants. I held my breath and tried to, somewhat unsuccessfully, stop myself from shaking.

Then I felt the tip of his penis running over my crack and instantly knew that he was going to penetrate me. My entire body tensed up. I told myself again and again to relax, but the more he teasingly rubbed his dick over my cheeks and against my hole, the more I found myself panicking.

Then it happened. I felt the head of his dick pressing hard against my hole, and then, so slowly, it started to creep into me. The sensation made my eyes water. It wasn’t that it was painful. It was more that it was intense. Every part of my body went cold, then hot, then shivery, then prickly. I could feel his dick so deep inside me—deeper than I thought anything could ever get—and the sensation was insane.

As he started to thrust in and out of me, I felt my body relaxing a little, and the waves of rapture instantly started to reoccur. I was helpless to do anything other than moan and groan, trying to imagine the look on Master Snow’s face. Was it a loving look? Was it a look of indifference? A look of deep sexual satisfaction? He went harder and faster and beads of sweat started forming all over my body. Moments later, I found myself gasping for breath. He was literally pounding the air out of me.

He pulled out and pushed me onto my back so that I could finally look into his eyes and try to work out what was going through his head. I wanted to feel like I was special, like he didn’t do this sort of thing with the other apprentices, but deep down, I felt sure that this was merely a ritual which everyone in The Order is subjected to at some point. He pulled his garment shirt half off and I was blown away by how beautifully ripped his body is.

He started pounding me with an intensity I didn’t know existed. His dick slammed in and out with such force that I entirely lost control of my body. I realized that he was going to cum, and that this was going to happen inside me. He grunted deeply. I felt the streams of semen exploding out of his cock. He withdrew, and I felt the cum dripping out of me. I didn’t know if I should try to keep it inside. Perhaps I’d get into trouble if it made a mess on the carpet. But then he kissed me so tenderly that all of my worries disappeared. Even if I wasn’t attracted to men in general, I was certainly attracted to Master Snow.

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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
Apprentice Land

Apprentice Land is the perfect twink. He’s cute, smooth and pale-skinned. He has beautiful, soft, kissable lips, his body is nicely defined and his dick is surprisingly large. He’s as innocent as a boy can get. It’s not that he hasn’t thought about sex with a man before - he thinks about little else - it’s just that he’s always been too frightened to acknowledge the way he feels. The longer he denies his feelings, however, the more desperate he is to act on them. Lucky is the man who finally gets to show him the ropes!

Played by Logan Cross
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Chapters
1. The Interview 22mn
I could tell Apprentice Land was hiding things from me. I’m an expert in body language and have been around long enough to know when a boy is holding back. I decided to bring him in for a thorough interview in the hopes that he might open up a little bit. Psychological barriers, like the ones he’s demonstrating, always prevent a boy from becoming a man of substance. As he sat down opposite me, my first observation of him was that he was nervous. Eyes darting, words reluctant to escape his lips. My second observation was that he looked damned hot in a shirt and tie, with his tight little thighs crammed into well-tailored suit pants. If his dark secret was what I expected, then they would be free of their constraints soon. In my experience, the most effective results are achieved by catching a boy entirely off-guard. You put him at his ease with an innocuous conversation about his hopes for the future, or his hobbies, or his family life. Then, you throw him a curveball about his sexual habits. My preferred line of questioning centers around whether they masturbate. All boys do, but at that age they regard the habit with a curious mixture of pride and shame. The mere mention of it usually catches them off-guard. From then on, it becomes relatively easy to ramp up the heat. Fire off question-after-question about the boy’s sexual interests, and it rapidly places them in a position where they’re unable to keep up a facade of heterosexuality. Apprentice Land didn’t know whether he was coming or going by the time I’d finished questioning him. I asked him repeatedly if he was attracted to men and he repeatedly told me that he wasn’t. His face got redder as he tried to believe the lies he was telling, but when I finally placed my hand on his thigh, the boy nearly leapt out of his skin. And on the subject of leaping, it was clear from the bulge just below his belt that his dick was making every effort to leap out of his pants. He put his hand over his crotch and I brushed it aside. I told him to stand, then ordered him to pull his pants down. He did so without hesitation. It impressed me. Then, I instructed him to remove his tie. He did so, but then started to shake uncontrollably when I began to undo the buttons on his shirt. The boy had plainly entered a state of complete sexual arousal, and would yield to his calling fully. I tied his hands together behind the chair. Incapacitating a boy in this manner allows his dick to do the talking. Regardless of what he says, or even what he wants to believe, his true feelings will be expressed by his most honest appendage. Tying him up is also an act of humiliation. It makes the boy associate feelings of arousal with an appropriate sense of submission. He’ll soon learn that he has a predetermined role to play in any future sexual interaction. I ran my fingers gently over his body. His dick bounced, swelled. The impressive outline of it in his semi-see-through garments was a thing of great beauty. I pushed my hand below his waistband and began to play with his balls. His entire body trembled. I removed my jacket and knelt down, using my lips and tongue to stimulate the tip of his penis. I pushed his tight garments to the floor. He’d plainly never been pleasured orally before; you could see on his face how it blew his young mind! His ass was every bit as tight as I hoped it would be. By the time I’d licked my finger and started to explore his hole he was moaning, shuddering and groaning wildly. I could see the goosebumps breaking out all over his youthful body. I’m confident nothing ever passed through that sphincter, so when I took my trusty perspex dildo and began to push it into him, he reached a state of near-fever-pitch which caused his cock to start leaking pre-cum. I don’t suppose he knew that anything had the capacity to feel that good. I knew he wasn’t far away from climax. I started to jerk him off and he threw himself back in the chair, eyes rolling to the back of his head. An impressive snake of semen suddenly sprung from the throbbing head of his dick, coating, first, my hand, and then his thigh with a healthy dose of the sticky stuff. I encouraged him to lick from my hand before, then, as he did, I kissed him tenderly. My methods are tried and true. I suspect Apprentice Land appreciates them better after this encounter.
2. The Calling 28mn
Master Snow used to scare me. He always seemed so stern and aloof, like he literally didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone. That said, he’s also one of those men you almost feel before you see. That sounds a little crazy, doesn’t it? He’s got a sort of presence, an aura, which draws in everything around him. This might partially be a result of him always being so impeccably styled. Master Snow is certainly a man who knows how to wear a suit. His ties are immaculately knotted and everything he wears seems to fit him like a glove. I’ve often found myself staring at him and wondering what kind of body lies underneath those expensively-tailored layers of clothing. I’ve always rather hoped he looks as good naked as he does fully-dressed. By the time I entered his office, I’d become a bag of nerves. He was sitting at a giant desk and barely glanced at me as he told me to sit down. Then, he spent what felt like forever looking through my notes. Man, I’d love to see what’s written there. There’s pages and pages of them and I’ve only been here a few months. What do they know about me? What have they worked out? By the time he spoke, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. The only thing I was able to take in was how resonant and low his voice was. It’s basically the sort of voice which could hypnotize someone. He asked if I still believed that I was not attracted to men. I didn’t know what to say. After my experience with Master Weston, it would have been untruthful of me to suggest that I hadn’t at least given the question a heck of a lot of thought. The trouble was that I still hadn’t found an answer. Was my experience with Weston so overwhelming because he was a man, or because of what he was doing to me? Would the alternative have been far more exciting? To be honest, I’ve been in turmoil ever since it happened, trying to work my way through the jumbled tumble of emotions which were unleashed by the encounter. So, in short, when the question was asked, I said I still felt I wasn’t attracted to men. Master Snow then told me to drink liquid from an ornate glass cup. It was so cold and refreshing; It felt like I’d dipped my head into a mountain stream. Then he instructed me to stand up and remove my clothes. It took a while for the somewhat eccentric command to sink in, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned since joining the order, it’s that you should never question a Master’s demands. So, I got to my feet and did as requested. It felt a little humiliating to be undressing in front of him. The more I removed the more vulnerable I felt. But, at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel a little aroused, particularly when the Master stood up and started to run his hands gently over my body. Up close, he smelt so good. It was like an expensive fusion of tobacco and leather and it made me feel giddy. The experience of being touched so sensually, and by such a stunningly handsome man, made me tremble. I fought really hard to remain un-erect, but the more he touched me, the more I realized I was losing the battle. In the end, I simply closed my eyes and allowed the waves of desire to roll up and down my body. If he’d have asked me whether I was attracted to men at that moment, I would undoubtedly have said yes. He told me to climb onto the desk. While on all fours, he continued to touch every part of my body. Nothing he did seemed rushed—It felt like everything was being drawn out to raise my sense of extreme anticipation. He slowly pulled my garments down and placed his warm hands on my ass cheeks before removing his suit jacket, which he flung casually onto a chair. Seconds later, I felt his face pressing against my butt. His stubbly beard was ticklish to begin with, but as he started to kiss me down there and wriggle his tongue against my hole, I felt an all-encompassing rush of intense sexual energy tightening within me. I wondered if he was going to push the same object into my hole that Master Weston had used on me, but then I suddenly started to think that he might be planning to push his penis in there instead. The thought of losing my virginity right there and then utterly blew my mind. It felt as wrong as it felt right. I’m not prudish. I don’t believe that sex can only happen inside the sanctity of marriage, but I had always felt that it ought to happen within the context of a loving relationship. But then again, the idea of Master Snow taking me for no other reason than that he wanted to feels incredibly erotic. He told me to lean over the desk with my feet on the floor and then stood behind me. I could hear him removing his clothes. First, his shirt, and then his pants. I held my breath and tried to, somewhat unsuccessfully, stop myself from shaking. Then I felt the tip of his penis running over my crack and instantly knew that he was going to penetrate me. My entire body tensed up. I told myself again and again to relax, but the more he teasingly rubbed his dick over my cheeks and against my hole, the more I found myself panicking. Then it happened. I felt the head of his dick pressing hard against my hole, and then, so slowly, it started to creep into me. The sensation made my eyes water. It wasn’t that it was painful. It was more that it was intense. Every part of my body went cold, then hot, then shivery, then prickly. I could feel his dick so deep inside me—deeper than I thought anything could ever get—and the sensation was insane. As he started to thrust in and out of me, I felt my body relaxing a little, and the waves of rapture instantly started to reoccur. I was helpless to do anything other than moan and groan, trying to imagine the look on Master Snow’s face. Was it a loving look? Was it a look of indifference? A look of deep sexual satisfaction? He went harder and faster and beads of sweat started forming all over my body. Moments later, I found myself gasping for breath. He was literally pounding the air out of me. He pulled out and pushed me onto my back so that I could finally look into his eyes and try to work out what was going through his head. I wanted to feel like I was special, like he didn’t do this sort of thing with the other apprentices, but deep down, I felt sure that this was merely a ritual which everyone in The Order is subjected to at some point. He pulled his garment shirt half off and I was blown away by how beautifully ripped his body is. He started pounding me with an intensity I didn’t know existed. His dick slammed in and out with such force that I entirely lost control of my body. I realized that he was going to cum, and that this was going to happen inside me. He grunted deeply. I felt the streams of semen exploding out of his cock. He withdrew, and I felt the cum dripping out of me. I didn’t know if I should try to keep it inside. Perhaps I’d get into trouble if it made a mess on the carpet. But then he kissed me so tenderly that all of my worries disappeared. Even if I wasn’t attracted to men in general, I was certainly attracted to Master Snow.
3. Anointing 37mn
It’s been over a month now since Apprentice Land was last brought in front of me. I’m Master Snow, and I was lucky enough to be tasked with the honor of taking the boy's virginity. I’ve seldom met a young man with such an aptitude for submissiveness. He was a joy to penetrate and I have been eager to experience his tight, young body again. But these things must never be rushed. The initial shame he no doubt experienced—after succumbing to me despite an unwavering assertion that he was straight—would swiftly pass and be replaced by an interest in repeating the encounter. That would undoubtedly give way to yearning, and yearning would eventually become desperation. His face would tell me everything I needed to know in terms of which stage he was at. Last week, I could tell that desperation had arrived. I couldn’t walk past the Apprentice without him flushing red. I’d glance at him and see his eyes boring lustfully into my body. He would, no doubt, have been dreaming about me and thinking of me every night when he secretly jerked his dick underneath the bed sheets. He’d be taking every possible opportunity to mention me to his friends, trying to work out if any of them had had similar encounters with me. He’d feel intense jealousy if he saw me so much as smiling at another Apprentice. I’m sure he felt incredible excitement and relief when he received orders to present himself for anointing. He would, of course, have dared to hope that more of the same was coming his way, but simultaneously been terrified by the possibility of my not being there. He’d become a trembling bag of nerves by the time he entered the sacred space. Walking into the ceremonial room for the first time is a hell of a lot even for the most confident Apprentice to process. The clean, white walls and billowing curtains are there to remind him of our expectation that he remain mentally and physically pure. It is wholly unacceptable for an Apprentice to seek sexual gratification from anyone other than his appointed Master. Apprentice Land’s eyes instantly started dancing up and down my body. I knew how good I looked—the white ceremonial clothing fit my ripped body like an expensive glove. Apprentice Land, for his part, was dressed in the flowing gown which all are expected to wear for their anointing. It very deliberately offers no protection against erections. The moment an Apprentice experiences arousal, his humiliating secret is revealed. It is a great honor to oversee an anointing. It’s by far the most sensual of all the ceremonies, involving, as it does, warm oils and delicate physical touch. By the end of the ritual an Apprentice can often be shaking with desire, desperate for anything a Master has in store for him. I slowly removed my jacket, exposing the shape of my body underneath my tightly-tailored formal shirt. The Apprentice, of course, was semi-hard within seconds. He stood perfectly still, unquestioning and unflinching, as I gently ran my oil-covered fingers over each key part of his body. His forehead, his eyes, his nose, his lips… Part of a Master’s task, at this stage, is to hold himself together. When you find yourself rubbing your fingers over an Apprentice’s soft, rosy lips, or along the crack between his peachy butt cheeks, it’s difficult not to want to immediately leap in. But delaying gratification is where the ultimate power lies. His breathing became increasingly shallow as I began to run my hands across his body. Before long, it had turned to subtle panting. It was more than clear that he’d fully embraced the nature of the journey we’d embarked upon. I looked into his eyes; he understood the gravity of what was happening to him. I touched the tip of his penis with my tongue as I knelt down to anoint his legs. Then, I wrapped my mouth tightly around it, causing it to swell and bounce uncontrollably. I deep-throated him, simultaneously licking his tight balls with my tongue. It’s a trick that I learned during my Apprenticeship and it’s served me very well ever since. The deep groans and gasps which suddenly started flying out of Apprentice Land’s mouth told me everything I needed to know. He then leaned over a low padded bench and I removed his gown, setting to work on his hole, loosening my tie as I ate him out. I wanted him badly and knew I was likely to penetrate him hard, so he needed to be very carefully prepared. I removed my clothes without once leaving my pleasure-yielding station, continuing to do unspeakable things to his balls and dick with my tongue until I was down to my garments. He sat down on the bench and I returned to his dick, deep-throating him with passion, desperate to get as much of him inside me before the tables were well-and-truly turned. He tasted so good: So fresh, so naive, so excited. I stood up and encouraged him to return the favor, suggesting that he suck me good and hard. It wasn’t long before I’d told him to kneel on the carpet and present his ass to me. I worked the anointing oils into my big dick and then into his super-tight hole before lining myself up against him. It seemed almost inconceivable that something so large would be able to fit inside, but I’d been in there once before and, sure enough, after hearing a few gasps, whimpers and intakes of breath, I found myself penetrating him. I went deep, but nice and slow at first, utterly entranced by the sensation of my raw dick easing its way in and out of the innocent Apprentice. I was soon able to ramp up the pace, tilting my pelvis and boning him with some degree of force. The best fucks are the ones where you experiment with different positions to find where the most pleasure is. Squatting over him felt pretty good and allowed me to get right inside him, but it was quite an intense workout for my thighs. As I slowly pushed myself into his inner sphincter, the Apprentice yelled with satisfaction. I don’t think he’d ever felt anything that far inside him before and it was clear he needed a lot more of it. He turned onto his back and I took him from the front, peering down into those disbelieving eyes. I picked up the pace and started to feel a frantic desire rolling through my body. Call it a need to breed, or a desire to brand, but I suddenly wanted to fuck him ragged. I was soon slamming my dick full force as countless rounds of semen in my balls waited impatiently for an opportunity to be unleashed…
4. Atonement 31mn
I’ve taken a keen interest in Apprentice Land ever since his arrival. I could tell from the moment I saw him that he was special. Pale-skinned, red-cheeked, well-mannered, compliant and always impeccably turned out, he’s been a joy to mentor. His atonement ceremony promised to be memorable. The other Masters were lining up to oversee it, but in the end Master Weston and Master Figata’s seniority won out. Having single-handedly brought the boy this far, I was slightly irritated that Master Weston was given the honor of leading the proceedings. I find it difficult to play second-fiddle to anyone, even those who outrank me. As the boy walked nervously into the darkened chamber, I felt an overwhelming sense of frustration. He looked so cute all dressed up in his sexy little shirt and tie that the idea of not being able to sink my big dick into him again felt almost cruel. He stood in front of us shaking, head lowered. He instinctively knew that this ritual would end with his punishment. Master Weston ordered Master Figata and me to remove the cloth which was covering the bench in the middle of the room. It’s always a great privilege to watch the look on a boy’s face when he realizes what's underneath. Dildos (or pegs, as we call them) of increasing sizes are attached to the bench along its length. The penny often takes a while to drop, but usually within a few seconds the boys would realize they are going to be required to ride the dildos, one by one, starting with the smallest and slowly working their way up to the last. The entire ritual is set up to push a boy to his absolute limits. It’s a vital part of his training. Some boys try to take it nonchalantly. Others simply go pale, instinctively concluding that the exercise is almost certain to end in failure! Master Figata was given the task of preparing the boy. He’s a tall man and he towered over Apprentice Land, slowly and sensually removing the boy’s clothes starting with the tie. I’ll confess: it was a deeply erotic sight. I’d always had a soft spot for Master Figata. He epitomized authority and masculinity. Watching him at work was a privilege and it was unsurprising that the boy responded so well to the touch. Master Figata then oiled the boy up, making his pale, naked flesh almost shimmer in the candlelight. I longed to slide my hands across the Apprentice’s torso and glide my dick over to those hot ass cheeks, but my duty that day was merely to observe. Figata finished his work and sat down, leaving the boy’s dick as hard as a rock. Master Weston instructed Apprentice Land to then stand at the head of the table before ordering him to lower himself down onto the smallest of the pegs, which had been pre-lubed. The boy did as told. It was immediately clear that he was deriving a great deal of pleasure from the peg. He stared into Master Weston’s face as he rode it. The young Apprentice made his way along the line of pegs, moaning with just a little more intensity every time he lowered himself onto one of a larger size. Master Figata occasionally felt obliged to assist the boy by pushing down on his shoulders. The boy continued to stare into Master Weston’s eyes, losing himself in the commands, plainly imagining he was riding the Master’s dick. The second-to-last peg is noticeably larger. Taking it requires courage, tenacity and very deep breathing. Apprentice Land lowered himself down and the peg slowly disappeared into his ass. He made a low, long, hollow sound as it tore into him, but he was determined to take it and his rock-hard dick told us that he was finding the experience enthralling. His eyes rolled back in his head and his face flushed bright red as waves of lustful energy surged through his body. I prepared the final peg, which was fat and round. It’s very differently shaped to the others and it’s one which no boy has yet managed to take. I was impressed that Apprentice Land even tried. And boy did he make a really good shot of it, splaying open his hole in an almost desperate attempt to get the peg inside him. For a split second I thought he was going to succeed… but it defeated him, just as it defeated every Apprentice who’s attempted to take it. Master Weston suddenly stood up—quite threateningly I felt—and removed his jacket, intimidating the nervous boy with his impressive height and bulk. Master Weston began to remove his clothes, never taking his eyes off the Apprentice. Master Weston then ordered the boy to turn around and squat over the table. Moments later, the Master pulled his big, thick dick out and casually thrust it, raw, into the Apprentice’s ass. Within seconds he was fucking Apprentice Land with deep, fast strokes and the boy was moaning and gasping in a trance. I wanted to be the one penetrating that beautiful butt. That said, I admit that Master Weston looked pretty awesome as he banged the boy, his big mature nipples bursting invitingly out of the thick wiry hair on his stocky chest. Master Figata stood, unzipped his trousers and fed his dick into the boy’s mouth. The boy sucked him as well as anyone could who’s being rutted frantically from behind by a horny, powerful ape of a man. Master Figata slowly undressed as the boy continued to suck him. It was clear that Master Figata was taking great delight in watching Master Weston wreck the Apprentice’s hole. Master Figata periodically leaned over to squeeze the hung Master’s huge nipples. Master Weston suddenly nutted very deep inside the boy, filling him with several huge rounds of the slippery stuff. As he pulled out, it squirted out with force. Apprentice Land then started to jerk himself and exploded all over one of the pegs, which, it struck me, would make an excellent form of lubrication for the next boy! It was a very beautiful moment, which capped off a textbook ceremony. This tenacious, handsome, brave boy is destined for greatness and I am only sorry that I’m unlikely to be able to play an active part in his ongoing development. I begrudgingly acknowledge, however, that he’s in a safe and sexy pair of hands.
5. Covenant 29mn
Master Figata and I have played a key role in the education of young Apprentice Land. When a Boy has worked as hard as he has, and has turned into such a fine young man, it’s impossible not to feel a sense of great pride. One of the last rituals an Apprentice must experience during his training is “The Covenant.” It’s a deeply spiritual rite which often brings together in a boy’s mind a number of thoughts which were once entirely unlinked. Many have likened it to the experience of seeing the light--a sudden understanding of the world and their position within it. The Boy is dressed in a billowing white robe made from yards of gossamer pleated fabric which barely protects his modesty. He’s then expected to crawl into the sacred space. It is, of course, an act of total submission, but his training has taught him to act without feeling any sense of humiliation. Apprentice Land crawled into the ceremonial room on his knuckles. He was plainly nervous, but he had a clear understanding of what was required of him, delicately removing my socks and washing my feet with an erotic precision which sent shivers down my spine. I instructed him to stand, before removing his robe with the merest flick of my wrist. I then turned him away from me and sensually ran my fingers down the soft, smooth skin of his back. I took off my jacket and turned the boy to face me once again. He became solid the moment I reached out and grasped his dick in the palm of my hand, and then, as I unbuckled my belt and let my pants drop to the floor, he dutifully fell to his knees and immediately began to service my rapidly stiffening penis. By the time I’d removed my shirt, I was as hard as concrete. The Boy has certainly learned a number of impressive cock-sucking tricks since his arrival here. He now fully understands how to pleasure his Master with his mouth and has realized, without needing to be told, that this particular Master’s big-daddy nipples are 100% wired to his dick. The harder he twists, the harder I get. I glanced over at Master Figata who was watching from the corner of the room. He shot me a subtle smile which suggested he was very much enjoying the floor show. I sat down on the bed and the Apprentice knelt between my legs, sucking me like his young life depended on it, sweat running down his forehead, long, hungry strings of saliva streaming uncontrollably from his mouth as he choked on my big dick. I pushed him onto the bed and positioned him with his round, peachy ass up in the air before getting my mouth to work on his hole. He groaned and shivered as my tongue flickered and danced between his butt cheeks and my beard tickled the tender skin underneath his balls. I could sense he was opening up for me and the realization drove me entirely wild. I needed to fuck him. Master Figata, sensing this carnal need, stepped forward and pulled The Boy's legs back towards his head. Seconds later, I had my dick right up inside Apprentice Land’s profoundly tight little ass. I was soon pounding the groaning Apprentice deep, hard and oh-so-raw. His cock was rock-hard throughout and the sight of Master Figata’s warm crotch squatting over The Boy’s head was a thing of surprisingly great beauty. I pumped and banged, alternating the pace of my salacious strokes to keep The Boy on his toes. Every little grunt and moan he uttered involuntarily sent me a fraction closer towards orgasm. He rolled over onto his stomach and I pulled him up onto all fours and continued to fuck him with long, powerful strokes. Master Figata tenderly took the boy’s face in his hand and pulled him towards his lips, kissing him passionately. The Boy stared at him, so trustingly and with such intimacy as I tore into his hole in a frenzy of lust. The time had come. I pulled out and sprayed my thick load all over the Apprentice before slamming myself back inside again as the semen was still flying out of me. Master Figata and I stood simultaneously and left The Boy to clean himself up. But, I just knew, from the look on my fellow Master’s face that he felt a sense of unfinished business which would need to be resolved before long…
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