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Grandmaster Figata and Apprentice Tyler
December 22, 2022 | Full Length Video : 29min 57sec
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"Do you like men?"

I know you shouldn't lie, and I know it's not terribly smart to lie to an imposing figure like Master Figata. Still, when he asked if I did or did not like men, I reflexively told him I didn't.

Of course, that ...[Read more]

Of course, that was wrong; he knew what Master Kamp had got out of me during my earlier interview with The Order. …More than just the truth. And yet, years of hiding my longest-held secret reflexively took over, even in the face of a Grandmaster.

Master Figata, his wizened face etched with a dubious look, asked me to stand. He had me remove my pants, then suit, tie, and finally my collared shirt, leaving me down to nothing but my undergarments. An inner submission guided me through the motions, led by Figata's voice. It took charge when I was uncertain and, as Master Figata's hands revealed to me, it was far more honest than I was.

My erection, exposing how much I was turned on by being ordered by older men, pressed out against my garments and stained the front with precum. Master Figata brushed his hands briefly across the tip of my member, and just that slight motion sent a spark coursing through the nerves of my body. It made me whimper with need.

How good it felt, I thought, to have the truth coaxed out of me.

He went behind me, and reached his arms over mine. Master Figata's stony hands squeezed my pecs, groping them firmly enough that when his hands relaxed, I felt the ghost of his strength still in the flesh. I shuddered. The way he fondled me, crushing the muscle completely in his large palm, then working his grip gently towards the tip of my nipples, sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

It was so exciting — being manipulated like an object, like a toy. Forcing me to reveal secrets to someone of such great power, who seemed to know exactly how to bring my body to the brink with practiced motions.

My legs were weak, and my knees trembled. Master Figata looked at me with that warm, welcoming smile and said nothing. He just kept fondling my chest, squeezing and kneading my pecs, occasionally using a thumb to push hard on one nipple or another.

With words of instruction I understood before I could even think about them, I found myself on all fours on top of the Master's cleared wooden desk.

He traced the lines of the desk with the tip of his finger as he walked behind me. With his hands upon me, he instructed me to spread my legs just a little wider. I complied, my body shaking with excitement as he pulled my underwear down. Those same strong hands that nursed my front, now squeezed and fondled my rear.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

It felt good to be complimented, but better to be played with. Mr. Figata brought his face between my cheeks. He lapped at my entrance, and the plunge of his wet tongue put me in a sort of trance — I arched back against him, instinctively.

He obliged, working a hand beneath my buttocks and holding me steady as he attacked my hole. Master coaxed me into a frenzy with each lap, occasionally fingering me as he caught his breath.

Master Figata's tongue lured me into a rhythm that made me forget both time and place. When the last flick slipped out of me, I nearly collapsed onto the desk, overloaded with pleasure.

He rose up above me — I heard the clattering noise of his unbuckling belt as it dropped onto the floor. He took his cock in one hand, stroking himself slowly, then dipped it into my hole.

I had never felt such pleasure. His thick manhood, like a powerful muscle, plunged and punched into me. It made my balls draw up tight inside. My body obeyed wordless orders of submission. I could only grunt as he drove into me, and I allowed myself to be spread.

Each time this Master thrust into my ass, I felt as if I were going to fly apart. And with each thrust he found, through some divine force, my prostate — that little knot of nerves tucked up inside of me that bombarded me with sensation.

As his pace quickened, he flipped me over onto my back. It was the first time since he brought me to the desk that I got to look at his face, which glowed with purpose. He pounded me over and over, and allowed me to stroke my own rock-hard cock alongside him.

I didn't realize that this was The Order's lesson guiding my hand, for I was so lost in the waves of pleasure that no thought came to me at all. I just wanted to cum. And I wanted Master to cum inside me.

As if to celebrate my wordless admission, Master pulled out and jerked off his own much larger cock alongside mine. We exploded, together, and anointed my inner thighs with shared seed.

We laid like that for a short time, joined in shared carnality, sweaty, and spent. He ran his fingers through my hair, cleaned me up with a nearby towel, then dressed me properly.

I left Master Figata's office with a far better understanding of The Order, myself, and the value of truth.

It was one of the best days of my life—and it was still but one of many lessons The Order, and my new masters, had designed for me. After what Master Figata taught me, I was prepared to face them. All of them, and as often as possible.

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Chapters
1. The Interview 25mn
I’ll confess, I was terrified. I remember looking at myself in the mirror before I entered the temple and trying to straighten my tie while my hands shook almost uncontrollably. There’s usually something immensely pleasurable about tying a tie up. You know, getting it just right, ensuring that the knot is pristine. But that afternoon, everything felt different… I guess I was just desperate to impress them. I had no idea what the interview would entail. I tried to talk to some of the more advanced apprentices about it, but they were incredibly tight-lipped, which just served to make the whole thing seem more mystical somehow. And that made me want it all the more! I walked into a gleamingly white room. A man, dressed formally, all in white, was sitting on something which could have been a chair, but looked more like a throne. I subsequently learned that his name was Master Kamp. He had the most incredible aura about him which entirely drew me in. He was older, of course. I say of course because, throughout my life, I’ve regularly found myself intrigued by older men. My Dad was hardly ever around when I was a kid, so I suppose I’ve always latched on to guys who might end up filling just a bit of that missing space! The connection I felt with Master Kamp was almost instant. I immediately wanted to impress him but found it almost impossible to look into his steely eyes without blushing. His deep voice, which was laced with some sort of European accent, literally made the hairs on the back of my neck rise uncontrollably. He told me to sit on the chair next to him and then informed me that he was going to assess whether I was worthy enough to enter the Order by asking me a series of questions which I needed to answer honestly. He stressed over and over again that I’d be expected to tell the truth. He was plainly expecting me to lie, but I pride myself on always telling the truth… I was, however, immediately thrown by the questions he was asking because they all seemed to be of a sexual nature and, if I’m honest, I’ve always found it relatively easy to avoid impure thoughts. He asked if I’d ever watched pornography, which I can honestly say I haven’t. Then he asked if I’d ever looked at another man in a lustful way. I didn’t even understand the question. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt lustful, let alone looked at someone lustfully… Then he told me that he needed me to prove that what I was saying was true. I don’t know why, but I could feel my face burning up. I was suddenly aware of how close Master Kamp was sitting to me. I could smell his scent, it was a really good scent, and I couldn’t take my eyes of the knot in his tie, wondering if he’d done it up himself or if his wife had helped him, and before I knew what was going on, I’d started thinking how much I wanted to do up his tie for him and, just to add to my discomfort, for some ungodly reason, that particular thought instantly made me start to get hard. And the more I tried to suppress the swelling of my penis, the more it seemed to grow! I was profoundly embarrassed when he told me to take my clothes off. I stood up and looked down at my pants to see my penis underneath the fabric, tenting humiliatingly. I can’t imagine what he must have thought. I was just hoping against hope that he somehow wouldn’t notice. I undressed as slowly as I could in the hope that my erection would go down a bit, but the moment I dropped my pants, the game was up. They make you dress in these almost see-through, tight-fitting boxer trunks and my penis was hard as a rock and throbbing in there for the world to see! I covered it with my hands and sat down again, utterly mortified. Then it all kicked off. Master Kamp walked behind me, then pulled my hands away from my crotch and tied them behind the chair. All I could do was look down at the big, embarrassing, seemingly-immovable object between my legs, which was literally trying to fight its way out of my undergarment. And to make matters worse, the more Master Kamp touched me, the harder it got, and the more my mind started to fill with the craziest, most inappropriate thoughts about him. He started running his hands all over my body, touching my nipples, my belly and my thighs in a way which made everything begin to twitch. I didn’t have a clue what was going on, but to say I wasn’t enjoying it would be the lie of the century! When his fingers started to make very gentle contact with my dick, I literally thought I was going to explode! There was a point when I realized that what was happening was okay. An encouraging smile started to form on Master Kamp’s lips which made me relax and embrace what seemed like never-ending pleasure. Our eyes met and I suddenly knew exactly what it meant to look at another man lustfully. He pulled my dick out of my trunks and started to run his hand up and down the shaft. Then, all of a sudden, he was rubbing oil into it and grabbing and flicking my balls until the dirtiest thoughts I’d ever had started flooding into my mind. My lips began to tingle and I felt my legs spreading wider to give more access to Master Kamp. I needed him to know that I was his. He took my sock off and started to massage and then kiss my feet. He was like a magician. It was as though every part of my body had a receptor attached to it that Master Kamp was activating. Then he pulled me forward on the chair so that my butt was hanging off the edge, and I felt his oil-covered fingers moving towards my hole. All I could think was how amazing it would feel if they were to go inside. And before I knew it, he’d done just that and I was in heaven. He took a glass object from a tray below him and ran it up and down the shaft of my dick. It felt cold. It was sort of penis-shaped and I instinctively knew where it was heading. The oddest thing was that I wanted it to go there. He rested it for a moment against my butt hole - tantalizingly - and then started to push it in. It felt strange to begin with, like it wasn’t gonna get up there without causing a great deal of damage. My instinct was to tense up but something told me to force myself to relax. And at that moment, it went inside. My dick was twitching and throbbing like crazy, almost like something inside it was trying to get out… I started to worry that I was going to piss myself. He repeatedly pushed the glass thing in and out of me, while, at the same time, running his hand up and down my dick. I could feel something tickling in my nuts and realized that I was about to orgasm. He untied my hands and allowed me to touch myself. I have always tried not to do that in the past, but it felt so right to be doing it then. I looked right into his eyes and frenziedly tugged at my dick until I exploded. The semen burst out the head of my dick in thick white ribbons. At the same time my body went all prickly. Then a wave of immense pleasure rolled through me. I couldn’t tell if I was hot or cold. It was the most intense, bizarre, wonderful feeling… one which I am desperate to experience again.
2. The Calling 30mn
"Do you like men?" I know you shouldn't lie, and I know it's not terribly smart to lie to an imposing figure like Master Figata. Still, when he asked if I did or did not like men, I reflexively told him I didn't. Of course, that was wrong; he knew what Master Kamp had got out of me during my earlier interview with The Order. …More than just the truth. And yet, years of hiding my longest-held secret reflexively took over, even in the face of a Grandmaster. Master Figata, his wizened face etched with a dubious look, asked me to stand. He had me remove my pants, then suit, tie, and finally my collared shirt, leaving me down to nothing but my undergarments. An inner submission guided me through the motions, led by Figata's voice. It took charge when I was uncertain and, as Master Figata's hands revealed to me, it was far more honest than I was. My erection, exposing how much I was turned on by being ordered by older men, pressed out against my garments and stained the front with precum. Master Figata brushed his hands briefly across the tip of my member, and just that slight motion sent a spark coursing through the nerves of my body. It made me whimper with need. How good it felt, I thought, to have the truth coaxed out of me. He went behind me, and reached his arms over mine. Master Figata's stony hands squeezed my pecs, groping them firmly enough that when his hands relaxed, I felt the ghost of his strength still in the flesh. I shuddered. The way he fondled me, crushing the muscle completely in his large palm, then working his grip gently towards the tip of my nipples, sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. It was so exciting — being manipulated like an object, like a toy. Forcing me to reveal secrets to someone of such great power, who seemed to know exactly how to bring my body to the brink with practiced motions. My legs were weak, and my knees trembled. Master Figata looked at me with that warm, welcoming smile and said nothing. He just kept fondling my chest, squeezing and kneading my pecs, occasionally using a thumb to push hard on one nipple or another. With words of instruction I understood before I could even think about them, I found myself on all fours on top of the Master's cleared wooden desk. He traced the lines of the desk with the tip of his finger as he walked behind me. With his hands upon me, he instructed me to spread my legs just a little wider. I complied, my body shaking with excitement as he pulled my underwear down. Those same strong hands that nursed my front, now squeezed and fondled my rear. "Beautiful," he murmured. It felt good to be complimented, but better to be played with. Mr. Figata brought his face between my cheeks. He lapped at my entrance, and the plunge of his wet tongue put me in a sort of trance — I arched back against him, instinctively. He obliged, working a hand beneath my buttocks and holding me steady as he attacked my hole. Master coaxed me into a frenzy with each lap, occasionally fingering me as he caught his breath. Master Figata's tongue lured me into a rhythm that made me forget both time and place. When the last flick slipped out of me, I nearly collapsed onto the desk, overloaded with pleasure. He rose up above me — I heard the clattering noise of his unbuckling belt as it dropped onto the floor. He took his cock in one hand, stroking himself slowly, then dipped it into my hole. I had never felt such pleasure. His thick manhood, like a powerful muscle, plunged and punched into me. It made my balls draw up tight inside. My body obeyed wordless orders of submission. I could only grunt as he drove into me, and I allowed myself to be spread. Each time this Master thrust into my ass, I felt as if I were going to fly apart. And with each thrust he found, through some divine force, my prostate — that little knot of nerves tucked up inside of me that bombarded me with sensation. As his pace quickened, he flipped me over onto my back. It was the first time since he brought me to the desk that I got to look at his face, which glowed with purpose. He pounded me over and over, and allowed me to stroke my own rock-hard cock alongside him. I didn't realize that this was The Order's lesson guiding my hand, for I was so lost in the waves of pleasure that no thought came to me at all. I just wanted to cum. And I wanted Master to cum inside me. As if to celebrate my wordless admission, Master pulled out and jerked off his own much larger cock alongside mine. We exploded, together, and anointed my inner thighs with shared seed. We laid like that for a short time, joined in shared carnality, sweaty, and spent. He ran his fingers through my hair, cleaned me up with a nearby towel, then dressed me properly. I left Master Figata's office with a far better understanding of The Order, myself, and the value of truth. It was one of the best days of my life—and it was still but one of many lessons The Order, and my new masters, had designed for me. After what Master Figata taught me, I was prepared to face them. All of them, and as often as possible.
3. Anointing 29mn
When I entered The Order I thought I knew everything there was to know about, well, everything. I was confident to the point of cockiness. I knew what I wanted in life and I knew how to get it. Frankly, I thought The Order was lucky to have someone like me… Things began to change from the moment I arrived. Within the ranks of these masculine, mystical men, I felt almost permanently off my game. They made me question everything I’d ever assumed. Every time I started to think I had a handle on something, they pulled the rug out from under my feet. The old me would have left within days, but something kept me there. Perhaps it was the desire to see who I might become if I stuck with the program. Perhaps it was the way that my body tingled uncontrollably after it had been used by one of the Masters. Whatever the reason, I felt myself increasingly, and almost obsessively, wanting to please. I didn’t know what to expect from my anointing. I was informed that the ritual would be overseen by Master St. Michael, whom I’d only seen occasionally around the complex. There was something about him which I found utterly compelling. He had this aura of confidence and sophistication which made it impossible to look at anyone else when he was around. I nervously entered a bright white room and found him sitting, statuesque, on a chair, in a beautifully-fitted white suit, shirt and tie. The room smelt pure, rich in a sanitization that was not chemical. Though Master St. Michael wore an expensive cologne, there were other more subtle aromas in the air, which made me wonder whether the rug and the billowing drapes had been infused with something… else. I couldn’t place what. I was handed a robe to wear made from some kind of light muslin or cheesecloth. It was almost see-through and it did nothing whatsoever to disguise the hard-on which formed the moment I laid eyes on Master St. Michael. Through The Order, I had learned not to be ashamed of such things. The Masters are happy for us to gain as much from pleasuring them as they gain from being pleasured. He asked if I was ready. I nodded. I had no clue what to expect, but I have learned not to ask questions. He covered his hand in warm oil before gently running his thumb across my forehead, then over my eyes, my lips and then other parts of my body. The smear of oil on my lips made me want to kiss. The soft touch of his fingers caressing different parts of body made my loins ache, my own maleness stiffen and bounce. I started to shiver in anticipation, wondering which part of me he’d touch next. My back, my nipples, my stomach... My whole body was springing into life. Then he ran his oily thumb up and down the shaft of my penis and I experienced a rush of pleasure the likes of which I've never known. He removed his jacket. I marveled at the way his tailored cotton shirt clung to his fully-developed well-formed body. My overwhelming desire was to touch him, to kiss him, to accept him… but I knew my place. He sat me on the chair and started to push his fingers into my hole before wrapping his soft, warm lips around my dick. He pulled away from the blowjob and purposefully removed his belt and his gold watch, simultaneously shooting me a look which seemed to say, “we’re not nearly done yet…” At that moment, he pulled me into him and we started to kiss. His kiss was so deep and passionate, it filled me in ways I barely understood. I’ve never been kissed like that before. His slippery tongue ventured into my mouth and I sucked it in further. I was desperate for him to want me as much as I wanted him. I spread my legs wide—inviting him in. He pulled away and removed his tie, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to uncover a garment which clung to his pecs like a second layer of skin. Then he unzipped his pants, revealing a pair of almost see-through trunks. The outline of his hard dick inside the light fabric was profound. From the moment I saw it, I knew I needed to have it enter me. My mind and my body both knew this—my hole instantly began to twitch. He stood me up and removed my gown, leaving me naked and vulnerable. I instinctively knelt and he encouraged me to get onto all fours. As his eager tongue slid into my hole, I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be able to feel his beautiful manhood inside me. With every wriggle and flutter, my body yearned for him more. Unification was worth the wait. I felt his huge, solid cock sliding repeatedly over my hole and then the sharp sensation of it entering me. I won’t lie; it made me wince a little. Light filled my eyes like a stab of pleasure. Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt as though my body was bristling in all the places where Master St. Michael had anointed me. I felt my hole opening up and then a blast of unbelievable lust surging through my body. Then he pushed me onto my back. I knew from the upward curve in his dick that this was a position, and what he could do with it was going to be intense. I took a deep breath and, as he entered me, I entered a world of ecstasy. The head of his cock rubbed repeatedly across my prostate and filled me with electrification. I wanted to pull as much of him into me as I could. We felt like the same animal—two halves making a mind-blowing whole. A rush of profound joy crashed through me and pre-cum started to squirt helplessly from the tip of my dick. I could tell by his groans that he was close and moments later I felt him convulsing violently as a torrent of his semen gushed into me. His dick remained there for some time afterwards, twitching as he kissed me tenderly. I lay there trying to comprehend what I was experiencing, wondering if anything would ever feel this good again, yet knowing so much more was just around the corner. The Order, after all, always has plans.