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Master Snow and Apprentice White
March 16, 2023 | Full Length Video : 32min 47sec
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I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in my life. My father—Master Snow—changed me irreversibly during my Interview. He showed me a form of pleasure that I didn’t know existed. The orgasm I experienced at his hands was beyond anything I have the words to explain…

So when Master Snow informed me that my calling was imminent and that he’d be overseeing the ceremony, my heart started to pound with excitement. I hadn’t seen him since the interview, and, to be honest, I’d made a bit of a fool of myself since then—hanging out in areas around the complex where I thought he might be. I couldn’t wait to see him in the flesh again.

I was shaking ...[Read more]

I was shaking uncontrollably by the time I knocked on his office door. I didn’t know what to expect. Obviously, I was longing for another mind-blowing encounter like the first time, but part of me wondered if I’d failed some sort of test by allowing myself to be taken to that intense place by another man.

He sat me down and asked if I still believed that I was not attracted to men. I genuinely didn’t know what to say. Plainly, he’d proven beyond doubt that I was attracted to men. But it struck me at that moment that there is also a possibility that I’m only attracted to him. I’ve certainly never felt the same way about anyone else. So I told him categorically that I wasn’t into guys and, of course, he instantly told me to get undressed and… well, the next few minutes rushed by in a blur.

At some point, he instructed me to climb up onto his desk and before I could get my thoughts in order, he’d started to press his tongue against my hole. I have genuinely never felt anything like it. I could feel the stubble from his beard against my asscheeks as his tongue danced and probed. It was utterly sublime—parts of my mind were being activated I didn't know existed.

He pulled me around on the desk, repositioning me. It felt as though he was shaping my body for his own pleasure and my body responded by melting into him, desperate to become a single entity. I instantly knew that I was ready to offer myself to him.

He told me to bend over the desk. I was too nervous to look around at him so I looked straight ahead, my eyes landing on a picture of some kind of temple on the wall as I listened to the metallic clatter of him undoing his belt. I wondered how, where, and with what I’d be touched next.

Seconds later, I felt the tip of his huge penis lining itself up with my hole. My entire body tensed up, though I knew my only option was to try to relax. I felt him push into me. My body immediately went into a cold sweat. It was agonizing—yet, at the same time, it felt right. I felt like it was my duty—perhaps even my purpose—to pleasure Master Snow.

My eyes were watering. My head was pounding. I just kept telling myself to relax—like some sort of mantra—staring intently at the picture of the temple on the wall. And then, just like that, I was his.

The agony subsided and was replaced by an intense desire for him; a sense that I needed this to happen and didn’t want it to end. HIs hard cock was triggering all my pleasure centers. My skin broke out in goosebumps and the waves of ecstasy began to crash through my body.

He went harder and faster. My dick instantly began to tingle and drip with precum. I know it’s insane, but for the briefest moment I imagined we were in love. I imagined this was the start of something magical. A deep connection. An affair.

After a while, he told me to get onto my back, and, as I stood, he pressed his lips against mine for the first time. I must have thrown myself at him. It was like something from a film. I was being swept off my feet. We were consummating our feelings for one another.

He pushed me onto my back on the desk so that I could glance up at him and see the look of focus on his face. I knew I was pleasing him and, furthermore, that he wanted to pleasure me.

The next thing I knew, he’d picked me up and was holding me in his arms, kissing me and fucking me, showing his strength and utterly blowing my mind. He threw me back down onto the desk and continued to nail me in every conceivable position. Each time he pulled out, my body craved for him to return.

Then, suddenly, everything went silent. His dick was still sliding in and out of me, but neither of us made a noise. We were connected. His dick was no longer a foreign object entering my body. It was a part of me.

He suddenly picked up the tempo. I was desperate for him to cum inside me. It was the only thing I could think of. If he shot in me, somehow we’d be forever linked even beyond our familial bonds. At that moment, I felt his magical load gushing and filling every inch of my insides. He pulled my head back and kissed me again with even more passion and intensity. I knew something very special had begun.

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Chapters
1. The Interview 24mn
I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I was when I walked into that room. I guess I knew that everything was resting on my interview. I had to make a good impression. I was desperate to join The Order, and for months and months I’d thought about nothing else. I knew it would be a life-changing experience. It’s why apprenticeships are like gold dust—beautiful, rare, and easy to miss. They told me not to try to second-guess the types of questions I’d be asked. I bought a new suit, a crisp white shirt and about five ties because I couldn’t work out which one was the smartest. I opted for a blue striped tie—not too fat, not too skinny, blue to match my eyes—and then spent hours in front of a mirror trying to perfect the knot. I kept catching my reflection in the windows as I walked towards the interview room. I almost didn’t recognize myself. I looked so grown up and handsome! No one could tell me I wasn’t looking the part. The interview room was dazzling white. White furniture and carpet with white drapes lining the walls. It smelt expensive in a kind of masculine way, like the scent that often wafts over you when a wealthy-looking older man passes you in the street. And I think I found that man. He was sitting on one of the chairs. I was staggered by how handsome he looked in his white suit. With his shaved head and neatly-cropped beard, I remembered that I’ve been questioning my sexuality a bit of late. A year ago I would have considered myself to be entirely straight, but sometimes I look at a guy—like him—and find myself wondering what it might feel like to play with them. And it was someone I knew quite well. I had no idea my own father was in The Order. Here, he was not Mister, but Master Snow. From the moment I sat down next to him I found myself blushing and giggling like a complete imbecile. Then, when he opened his mouth and this deep, resonant voice billowed out, oh man! His line of questioning wasn’t exactly helping. He went straight in with an absolute doozey: Did I ever masturbate and, if so, how often? I contemplated lying, but he’d told me before we started that honesty was vital, and, frankly, if they’re gonna turn me down because I spend most of my waking hours thinking about my dick, then The Order is not for me! Also, he was kinda fixated on me with his hypnotic blue eyes. All I could actually think about was whether my swelling dick was showing in my tight suit pants. Then the completely inappropriate questions started tumbling out. Do I touch my nipples when I masturbate? Do I touch my hole? I felt delirious, lost in the swirl between his questioning and eyes. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt him resting his large hand on my thigh. My head immediately started pounding. I must have turned scarlet. Was he trying to put me at my ease? Or was he coming on to me? He asked if I’d ever seen gay porn and I told him, truthfully, that I hadn’t. He asked if I thought about men when I masturbated and I lied and told him I didn’t. His hand then started creeping towards my crotch. He asked if what he was doing was turning me on, so I lied and said it wasn’t. The truth is that it was turning me on more than I’ve ever been turned on in my life, but that felt like too long an answer for someone who could barely breathe. He asked if I was willing to prove it and for some ungodly reason I said that I was… Then he told me to stand and take my pants off. I was astounded. In fact, it took me a few moments to realize that he was being serious. Nevertheless, I found myself rising to my feet, and before I knew it I was dutifully unbuckling my belt and dropping my pants to the ground hoping that my underpants would absorb some of the cause of my embarrassment! Of course, he wasn’t remotely satisfied with seeing me just like that and I was instantly instructed to remove my tie. My beautifully-knotted tie! I did as told, as swiftly as I could. Then he stood up and started to undo the buttons on my shirt. It felt so profoundly intimate. No one has ever done that to me before. He stared into my eyes and I melted into him, not caring that my dick was now so hard it was tenting in my garments. He reached out and grabbed it with his hand, rubbing it seductively with a look of almost triumph arrogantly plastered across his face. He looked a bit smug frankly, and to be honest, that look just made him seem even sexier to me. I was a bit freaked out when he sat me back on the chair and tied my hands behind my back. I became aware of how vulnerable I suddenly was. Maybe I was about to be punished for telling lies? He could plainly tell that I was shaking, but did nothing to put my mind at rest. Then he started to touch me again in ways I can’t begin to describe. He was masterful, yet sensual. He made me grunt and gasp uncontrollably. It was as though every part of me was suddenly hard-wired to my dick. I wanted him so badly. By the time he started to press his lips against the head of my penis, I genuinely thought I was going to explode. I was utterly helpless. I was his. He continued to manipulate my body. He spread my legs wide apart, pushed his large fingers against my hole. While sucking me off, his soft tie brushed gently over my stomach. My body was aching for his touch. Then he kissed me. I felt his rough stubble pressing against my chin and his tongue swirling its way into my mouth. I felt like I was in a movie, on display. He started to suck me again and I found my hips driving into his mouth. It felt good. Real good. He told me to cum for him. To be honest, it was a relief to be given permission to let go. I could feel it tingling in my balls, bursting to free itself from my body. We kissed again and I suddenly felt it gushing out of my dick in quantities which totally shocked me. Squirt after squirt, flying insatiably onto my chest and thighs as my body shook. If this is how it feels to be part of The Order, I hereby dedicate my entire life to it!
2. The Calling 33mn
I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in my life. My father—Master Snow—changed me irreversibly during my Interview. He showed me a form of pleasure that I didn’t know existed. The orgasm I experienced at his hands was beyond anything I have the words to explain… So when Master Snow informed me that my calling was imminent and that he’d be overseeing the ceremony, my heart started to pound with excitement. I hadn’t seen him since the interview, and, to be honest, I’d made a bit of a fool of myself since then—hanging out in areas around the complex where I thought he might be. I couldn’t wait to see him in the flesh again. I was shaking uncontrollably by the time I knocked on his office door. I didn’t know what to expect. Obviously, I was longing for another mind-blowing encounter like the first time, but part of me wondered if I’d failed some sort of test by allowing myself to be taken to that intense place by another man. He sat me down and asked if I still believed that I was not attracted to men. I genuinely didn’t know what to say. Plainly, he’d proven beyond doubt that I was attracted to men. But it struck me at that moment that there is also a possibility that I’m only attracted to him. I’ve certainly never felt the same way about anyone else. So I told him categorically that I wasn’t into guys and, of course, he instantly told me to get undressed and… well, the next few minutes rushed by in a blur. At some point, he instructed me to climb up onto his desk and before I could get my thoughts in order, he’d started to press his tongue against my hole. I have genuinely never felt anything like it. I could feel the stubble from his beard against my asscheeks as his tongue danced and probed. It was utterly sublime—parts of my mind were being activated I didn't know existed. He pulled me around on the desk, repositioning me. It felt as though he was shaping my body for his own pleasure and my body responded by melting into him, desperate to become a single entity. I instantly knew that I was ready to offer myself to him. He told me to bend over the desk. I was too nervous to look around at him so I looked straight ahead, my eyes landing on a picture of some kind of temple on the wall as I listened to the metallic clatter of him undoing his belt. I wondered how, where, and with what I’d be touched next. Seconds later, I felt the tip of his huge penis lining itself up with my hole. My entire body tensed up, though I knew my only option was to try to relax. I felt him push into me. My body immediately went into a cold sweat. It was agonizing—yet, at the same time, it felt right. I felt like it was my duty—perhaps even my purpose—to pleasure Master Snow. My eyes were watering. My head was pounding. I just kept telling myself to relax—like some sort of mantra—staring intently at the picture of the temple on the wall. And then, just like that, I was his. The agony subsided and was replaced by an intense desire for him; a sense that I needed this to happen and didn’t want it to end. HIs hard cock was triggering all my pleasure centers. My skin broke out in goosebumps and the waves of ecstasy began to crash through my body. He went harder and faster. My dick instantly began to tingle and drip with precum. I know it’s insane, but for the briefest moment I imagined we were in love. I imagined this was the start of something magical. A deep connection. An affair. After a while, he told me to get onto my back, and, as I stood, he pressed his lips against mine for the first time. I must have thrown myself at him. It was like something from a film. I was being swept off my feet. We were consummating our feelings for one another. He pushed me onto my back on the desk so that I could glance up at him and see the look of focus on his face. I knew I was pleasing him and, furthermore, that he wanted to pleasure me. The next thing I knew, he’d picked me up and was holding me in his arms, kissing me and fucking me, showing his strength and utterly blowing my mind. He threw me back down onto the desk and continued to nail me in every conceivable position. Each time he pulled out, my body craved for him to return. Then, suddenly, everything went silent. His dick was still sliding in and out of me, but neither of us made a noise. We were connected. His dick was no longer a foreign object entering my body. It was a part of me. He suddenly picked up the tempo. I was desperate for him to cum inside me. It was the only thing I could think of. If he shot in me, somehow we’d be forever linked even beyond our familial bonds. At that moment, I felt his magical load gushing and filling every inch of my insides. He pulled my head back and kissed me again with even more passion and intensity. I knew something very special had begun.
3. Anointment 31mn
Apprentice White has generated quite a lot of excitement within the upper echelons of The Brotherhood. We’ve been watching him closely and we’re unanimous in the belief that the boy shows real promise. Master Snow’s feedback from the Apprentice’s initial stages read like a love letter and, for some time now, the rest of us Masters had been jostling to further investigate the boy's obvious potential. My opportunity to do just that arose very suddenly when the boy was selected for anointment. I happened to be in a position where I could offer to oversee the ceremony, much, I assume, to the chagrin of Master Snow, who I’m pretty sure would have been much happier to have kept young Apprentice White to himself. The boy certainly didn’t disappoint close-up. He was blond and blue-eyed with almost flawless skin. He came across as being quite confident and self-assured, but a few minutes in his company and you could realize this young Apprentice was actually quite shy and nervous. He was plainly eager to please—in short, exactly the sort of boy we want. He seemed very nervous as he entered the chamber. These sorts of rituals can be overwhelming for the Apprentices; the anointing ceremony is all about purity. He is stripped of his clothing and instructed to wear a white robe. We, as Masters, are dressed in white formal clothing which is meticulously cleaned and prepared for us by chamber staff. The well-tailored, white suits which we wear are the clothes of masculinity, of superiority, and of carnal conquest. Our ties must be very carefully knotted. The bottom “v” must hang just below the waistband of the pants. It is, after all, an arrow which points towards the crotch and dares its viewer to question what is stirring within. Upon establishing that Apprentice White was committed to embracing the concept of total submission, I removed my jacket and rolled up my sleeves. I could see his eyes flickering repeatedly to the front of my pants. He’s been in this place long enough to know that all rituals come with specific expectations and I think he was both excited and nervous to learn what was heading his way. The anointing ceremony is about cleansing a boy and blessing him, stripping him back to his essence, so that he can emerge, like a phoenix, from his own ashes with a new-found sense of understanding and purpose. It is the most important step in his journey; allowing his body, mind, and heart to become the property of The Brotherhood. The ritual is one of the most intensely sensual, deeply spiritual and profoundly erotic of all of the ceremonies we perform. It involves the use of rare, perfumed oils which are massaged into significant locations across an Apprentice’s body. They take it seriously, knowing instinctively that it is an important right of passage. Apprentice White seemed particularly immersed in the procedure. His focus impressed me greatly and every time I touched another part of his soft, pale flesh, my dick stiffened that little bit more. I stared deep into his eyes, barely able to conceal my desire for him, and he returned my glances with a look which seemed conflicted. As the ceremony progressed, I felt him trembling more and more, trying desperately, but failing, to control the waves of pleasure rippling through his inexperienced body. I pushed the robe aside and slowly ran my fingers over his nipples before rubbing the warm oils into his chest. He was breathing heavily and I could feel his heart thumping. He was almost certainly attempting to resist me. The Apprentices will often develop a deep, loving and monogamous attachment to their first Master, and I knew from Master Snow’s notes that their encounters had been uncharacteristically intense. There is, however, nothing more beautiful than slowly pushing an Apprentice towards a place where he has no option but to be unfaithful to a man he believes he’s in love with. I knew that Apprentice White would not be able to resist for long, but yielding to me had to be his choice. The guilt he would almost certainly experience as a result of his actions needed to be a self-inflicted wound. His penis began to grow and throb as I knelt down to anoint his loins before slowly running my lips over his member. Anxiety soon gave way to lust and, as I took his rock-hard, soon-to-be throbbing dick further and further into my mouth, I knew the boy was mine. I deep-throated him. I got every last inch of his beautiful dick deep into my mouth, pushing his legs further and further apart to trigger an even more explosive reaction from his groin. He responded almost violently, such was the profundity of the pleasure he was experiencing. While sucking, I slowly undressed myself down to my garments, standing, at one stage, to teasingly allow my pants to fall to the ground, before squatting in front of him and resuming my oral seduction. Eventually, I parted ways with his groin, and moved up to kiss him. As our tongues began to brush against each other, I realized I was feeling a very deep desire for him, suddenly understanding exactly why he got such a good write-up from the previous Master. His lips were tender, soft, and cool, and they were hungry for mine. I pushed him to his knees and stood up, pulling my garments down to reveal the immensity of my member. I saw his eyes widening in fear as I pulled it out and offered it to him. He was quick to respond, however, sucking me with such natural skill that I found myself, briefly, on defense; I had to force myself not to orgasm. He was soon on all fours on the floor, clinging onto the bench to steady himself while I pressed my tongue deep into his tight little ass. His face seemed to cloud over, I suspect, as he realized exactly what he was about to do. Of course, that just made me want him all the more, and I rapidly sank my 9-inch weapon deep into his stunning ass, teaching him, in one move, that his body belongs to The Brotherhood and not just one member thereof. Besides, his precious Master Snow would soon be pleasuring himself with another boy. Apprentice White’s butt was about as satisfying as an ass can get. Fucking it was like putting my dick in a well-lubed clamp. I took him from behind. He didn’t need to see the look of bliss on my face. That would have given him power that he didn’t deserve. A few seconds later, I sensed a sudden change in his demeanor. A smile flashed across his face which seemed to say, “go on, use me like you want to use me… My body is yours.” He started to yell and groan in deep arousal the moment he yielded to me and at that point, I was able to really ramp things up. The more I offered my thick, daddy dick, the more he seemed to crave it. Before long, he was begging me to pound him harder, lost with lust like an animal! I grabbed his throat, pulled his head back, wrapped my huge thighs around his and rammed my dick into him with all the strength in my body. Only then was it time to turn him around so that we could look into each other’s eyes. I needed to know for certain that the lesson had been learned. Of course, the look of pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes told me instantly that it had, and that I could now enjoy experimenting with a few less-orthodox positions, pulling his body into contortions to see which felt the most thrilling. It was high-octane, deeply-satisfying sex, and he was soon yelling at me to cum inside him, which I did with uncontrollable force, collapsing on top of him and throwing my lips onto his with great passion. Apprentice White is indeed a boy with a great future, and I look forward to further guiding him towards that glittering horizon.
4. The Covenant 30mn
I have thought a great deal about Apprentice White since our encounter. It’s clear to me that the boy is special and a great future lies ahead of him. We here at The Order have Master Snow to thank for spotting this potential. Snow, of course, became overly attached to the boy, but after experiencing young Apprentice White’s soft, alluring flesh, I understood why. Master Snow was desperate to oversee the boy’s continued development, but I am the more senior Master and I am not yet done with this Apprentice. For all these reasons, it became important for Master Snow to witness him yielding to me, so I ensured that he was present for the covenant ritual. Any residual feelings that Apprentice White may have had for Master Snow would have been swept aside by his desire to serve a more dominant Master. Me. The Apprentice was suitably submissive as he crawled into the room, his white ceremonial gown clinging perilously to his body. As is customary, I instructed him to wash my feet. It is an ancient ritual and an act both of great sensuality and absolute servitude, which, I’m pleased to say, Apprentice White took seriously. He carefully removed my slippers and socks before gently, and with great concentration, passing the moistened cloth over every inch of my foot. I instructed him to stand, and then slowly ran my hands over the flesh which his flimsy gown had left exposed. He shuddered and shivered with heady expectation. I removed my suit jacket and undid the ribbons of his ceremonial robe. The white, pleated fabric billowed to the floor, leaving the boy entirely naked. I stood behind him and continued to run my hands softly up and down his body, feeling the goosebumps forming on his upper arms and pushing my fully-clothed torso into the arch of his back. The boy was fully aware of the presence of Master Snow, but made no attempt to look back at him, remaining firmly in the moment and entirely focused on me. I could feel my dick throbbing inside my tight suit pants. After being presented with an ass that beautiful, it was hardly surprising that my big fella was making a bid for freedom. I turned Noah around and instructed him to get onto his knees, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt and loosening my tie. He knelt but soon realized that I expected him to take the initiative. He reached out to the bulge in my pants and rubbed it nervously with the palm of his hand. I unbuttoned my shirt and looked into his eyes as I pulled down the zipper of my pants, pushing his roving hands back towards my dick, which he pulled through my garments and began to suck. I had forgotten quite how good that boy’s mouth felt as it explored my forbidden fruit. He is a remarkably adept deep-throated—skills, one assumes, that he was taught by Master Snow. I try to remain dispassionate throughout these key rituals, but Noah had me panting and groaning like some kind of addict. As he looked up at me with those innocent, ice-blue eyes, I wondered if a little part of me was becoming addicted to him. I threw the boy onto the bed and pushed his legs over his shoulders so that I could get my tongue inside his tight hole. I called Master Snow over and instructed him to hold the boy’s legs in position. It felt like a suitably humiliating request for my rival in this boy’s affections. Master Snow immediately did as ordered, a wicked smile forming at the corners of his mouth as he looked down at Noah’s pleasure-filled face. I noticed the boy looking up at his former Master and observed a certain connection which should have bothered me, but found it added something exciting to the proceedings. The young Apprentice was confused and conflicted and that is good for him. My tongue worked the Apprentice’s hole for what seemed an eternity. I wanted it brimming with saliva so that my dick could slide effortlessly inside. His entire body started to shake as I pushed myself into him. Master Snow kept a firm grip on the legs and I was rapidly able to build up a more-than-satisfying rhythm before fucking the boy with some degree of force. I found myself staring, I guess a little smugly, into Master Snow’s eyes, realizing what a profoundly beautiful man he is, too. Master Snow had managed to push his crotch right up against the back of the Apprentice’s head and as I pushed my big dick into the boy, his headwear was rubbing against the Master’s balls—causing him to tent rather impressively in his suit pants. I got myself into a push-up position and continued to bang the boy, knowing that every muscle in my body was tensed and flexing, enjoying, not just the sensation of my dick inside Apprentice White’s tight hole, but the feeling of Master Snow’s eyes boring lustfully into mine. The boy was soon howling with a look of almost shock plastered across his face. I took every opportunity to hold my fellow Master’s gaze as he watched me with a mixture of respect and intense sexual excitement. The sweat was suddenly flying from every pore in my body but I continued to fuck the boy with increasing force and energy. I glanced down and witnessed the Apprentice pressing his lips against the fabric of Master Snow’s pants, kissing there delicately. From that moment on, all I could think about was how amazing it would have been to watch Master Snow seducing the apprentice. I pulled out and flipped the boy onto all fours, immediately pushing my swollen dick back inside him. Master Snow knelt down so that his face was level with Noah’s. They soon locked eyes, and, as I fucked with hard, brutal strokes, Master Snow began to touch the boy with infinite fondness. Moments later, they began to kiss like lovers. This extreme tenderness was in complete contrast to the aggressive way that I was hammering the boy. The contradiction pleased me. Apprentice White grabbed his own dick and started jerking himself violently, never once taking his eyes from the penetrating gaze of Master Snow. In that moment I was forced to succumb to the idea that, although the boy’s body was mine, his heart and mind belonged to another. Having seen them interacting with such passion, it would have been silly to fight it. I closed my eyes and fucked harder and faster, knowing that I needed to nut and knowing that Apprentice White was jerking himself with increasing vigor. I opened my eyes again and saw Master Snow closing his hand around the boy’s throat, demonstrating his absolute power over him while intensifying the pleasure Apprentice White himself must have been experiencing. At last, I blasted my semen deep into the boy’s guts before pulling out. The Apprentice plainly wanted to stay and play with Master Snow, but that is not how things work here in The Order. The Apprentice doesn’t get to make decisions. A quick nod of the head was all that was needed to bring Master Snow to his feet. We calmly exited the room, leaving the boy to his thoughts and my semen slowly dripping out of his hole.
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