close
MasonicBoys
Master Cox, Master Fantana and Apprentice Basinger
February 17, 2022 | Full Length Video : 18min 39sec
GET YOUR MEMBERSHIP

I received another message from Master Cox this morning. I was to immediately report to Room 11 where I’d receive further instructions.

I’d heard nothing from him since my punishment a month ago. I’d been trying to keep my head down and work as hard as I could in the hope he’d hear good things about my progress, so I sincerely hoped I wasn’t in trouble again.

I really really ...[Read more]

I really really want Master Cox to be pleased with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of masculine power which I find utterly compelling and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to feel him inside me again.

So, I went to Room 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to dress myself in the white ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg.

It took me the longest time to figure out how to put them on. At first glance they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated white fabric. I got into quite a panic trying to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being punished again. In the end I think I managed to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I felt it looked like some sort of baggy toga.

I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice telling me to crawl, so I immediately got on all fours. The room was blinding. Almost everything inside was white and it was really brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric.

I saw Master Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking incredibly formal, in a pure white suit, shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how handsome and smart he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a load inside me!

My eyes moved from Fantana onto a flash of pure red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a huge white bed in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so long to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the room and I guess it scared me a little - almost as though that pool of blood red were warning me of danger.

Then I saw Master Cox sitting on the bed and instantly felt this crazy bolt of electricity surging through my body. He was similarly dressed to Master Fantana and looked every bit as smart and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous.

I crawled across the room towards him and stopped at his feet. He told me to begin washing, and some sort of instinct must have kicked in, because I knew I needed to carefully remove his white slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the bowl of holy water in front of the bed and delicately work it into his feet. I was half expecting him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up.

He turned me around and started to touch me so intimately. Fireworks immediately started exploding in my head and my whole body began to shake. This was my master; the man who’d relieved me of my boyhood and made me a man in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inside me again. I needed to relive the power surge which came when I felt his life-giving seed gushing into my body. That moment, when he pushed himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to treat however he wanted. I would have done anything for him.

He undid the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me entirely naked and vulnerable. He instructed me to get on my knees before unbuckling his belt and letting his trousers and underpants fall to the floor. His dick was hard and I sucked it as lovingly as I could while he removed the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whimpering gently.

He sat back down on the bed and I continued to use my mouth to pleasure him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got completely carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him felt right.

He pushed me on all fours down onto the bed and I thrust my ass towards him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I felt the tip of his dick gliding over my hole and then slowly making its way inside me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining calm was important.

And then he was making love to me and my dick was hard as a rock. I could feel the pre-cum cascading from my dick.

I found myself looking straight at Master Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to remember shooting his semen inside me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again.

But Master Cox’ dick felt so good. I loved that he seemed as excited this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was banging me even harder this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my legs back so he could fuck me really deep and kiss me passionately at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost.

Fantana was rubbing himself and gently touching my nipples. Then he pulled his hard dick out of his suit pants and I got on all fours and sucked it while Master Cox banged me like some sort of crazy animal from behind.

Then he started to convulse violently and roar and gasp and suddenly I could feel his life-seed entering me again, gushing into me like he’d pushed a hose pipe into my ass and turned on the tap. As he pulled out it squirted everywhere.

Then Fantana told me to roll onto my back, and started jerking his dick right over my face, until he exploded into my mouth. Then he kissed me really passionately. And I lay there, full of the cum of these great men, feeling stronger, bolder and more beautiful.

Photos
Apprentice Basinger series cover
Chapters
1. The Interview 18mn
Apprentice Basinger sat expectactantly, wondering with intense anticipation what Grandmaster Wolf would ask him. Entrance into the Masonic Order wasn’t guaranteed, and Basinger knew that it would require more than just a sunny smile and a charming personality. Basinger had always pushed himself to be the best, wanting to be seen as capable and reliable especially by his older mentors. He knew the Masons offered him a chance to prove himself and be accepted into a larger fraternity of men much like himself. Of course, like anything else, he did his best to prepare for the challenge and come with a strong, confident presentation. But once he saw Grandmaster Wolf, his fortitude was shaken. The tall, handsome older man stood a solid foot taller than the young initiate. He had a stern yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the fine white suit he wore. He was practically like an archangel, delivering a message of warning and caution. Basinger felt he should tread lightly, not wanting to disappoint his interviewer, but deep down, he found himself distracted by the way he looked at him. The questions started simple at first. Information about school and sports and activities fell out of Basinger’s mouth like they were pre-recorded deep in his lungs, set to auto-response from a lifetime of regurgitating the facts and details of what made him stand out amongst his peers. But what struck Basinger strange, setting him off his routine, was when Grandmaster Wolf began to ask him about his sexuality. The older man didn’t come out directly and ask him if he was gay, but he hinted at the idea by asking if he’d ever been attracted to men. Basinger felt like this was a trap, one he had to avoid at all costs in order to get what he wanted. He denied any such feelings, knowing full well that he was in that very moment trying to suppress his arousal to the questioner. Grandmaster Wolf was no fool, however. He knew that Basinger was hiding something. He could see the subtle ways in which Basinger would steal glances at his body, eyeing the space between his thighs, even parting his lips ever so slightly as if in thought about what that spot concealed. Wolf knew he had to put Basinger to the test. He told him to remove his clothes, leaving just his sheer, white underwear on. Basinger was confused and reluctant at first, but Wolf’s words were delivered with such authority, Basinger was compelled to comply. And of course, Basinger was unexpectedly happy to do so. Wolf could see that Basinger was sporting a pretty substantial member beneath his sheer underwear. The thin white fabric draped delicately over an impressive size of manhood sprouting upward. Apprentice Basinger didn’t know what to do, knowing that any objection could put his position in the order in jeopardy. So he went along with Grandmaster Wolf’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience. When Grandmaster Wolf tied the young man’s hands behind his back, Basinger knew the interview was taking a direction he had not prepared for. He’d heard rumors of the crazy various rituals and ceremonies the Masons performed, but he didn’t think they were still in practice. He had imagined a number of archaic formalities would have been lost to modernization, keeping the organization more aligned with occupational pursuits and tradecraft. But as Basinger’s assumptions began to shatter, he saw a dark spot appear on the cloth covering his cock. It was a small, wet droplet forming against the white material of the underwear. Precum. Basinger was leaking precum onto his shorts, stimulated and aroused by the intimate way Grandmaster Wolf tied him to the chair, keeping him in place. Basinger was confused and alarmed, but no more so than when Grandmaster Wolf placed the tip of his long, powerful finger down on the spot, catching the liquid on his skin and gently pulling it away in a silky, thin string. Apprentice Basinger didn’t know if Wolf would cast him out for that, but then, to his complete shock, Basinger watched as Grandmaster Wolf took the tip of his wetted finger and placed it in his mouth. The boy trembled, not knowing what the older man was capable of, but finding himself unquestionably desperate to find out...
2. Disciplinary Action 21mn
I didn’t know what I’d done wrong. They just told me to report to Master Cox in a room I didn’t even know existed. They said I was going to be disciplined but no one told me why. Very little in this place seems to make sense. There are rituals and rules I can’t get my head around… I want to do my best and I’ve tried my hardest to behave myself and read everything they hand to me. I’ve tried to look smart at all times, to be confident and polite… I just don’t know if it’s working. I’ve been racking my brain to work out how I overstepped the mark. I keep returning to the incident with Master Legrand, which was about as bizarre as it was amazing. I guess you could say he seduced me. Except, I don’t know if it was sexual for him because he stayed dressed in his suit and tie throughout. But he got me naked… and very hard, and when his finger went right up inside me, I shot the biggest load! I’ve never cum like that before but then again, I’ve never been touched like that before. Of course, it’s made me want more. In fact, I’ve literally become obsessed with the idea. And I’m wondering if that’s the reason I’m being punished. Maybe they’ve decided I’m impure? They talk a heck of a lot about the importance of chastity and I have abstained. All my life… So, I went into the room. When I arrived, Master Cox was sitting on a sort of red throne. I’ve seen him around but not had that much to do with him, so I was surprised he even knew my name. He’s always seemed quite aloof and he was particularly icy with me this afternoon. I turned around and saw Master Fantana standing in the corner. I was quite relieved to see him. He’s nearer to my age and he hangs out with us quite a bit. He’s always seemed really friendly before but he was suddenly really distant. I felt like he was almost looking through me and it made me feel really uncomfortable. Then Master Cox told Fantana to undress me. My heart started pounding. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. He took my clothes off so slowly. It felt really intimate. Of course, I instantly started to get hard. Master Cox remained on his chair, real still, just watching while Fantana stripped me down to my underwear, touching me seductively. I was tenting like crazy in my underpants and, by the time he’d pushed them off, I was rock solid! Master Cox told Fantana to prepare me, and he started to rub oil into my chest. His hands were just gliding all over my body. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. Then he pulled a satin cloth off a bench which was covered in plastic and rubber pegs of different sizes, all standing to attention like little dick-shaped soldiers. I was instantly terrified… Master Cox pointed at the oil bottle and told me to prepare the first peg. I knew what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to sit on it and THAT was my punishment. That plastic peg was somehow gonna go up inside me. I felt really cold all of a sudden. Even the smallest of the pegs looked enormous. But I couldn’t refuse, so I took a deep breath, covered my hands in as much oil as I could, and doused the peg in it. I took another deep breath, stood with my legs on either side of the bench, and very slowly sat down. I could feel gravity forcing me down onto the peg. It was agony. I wanted to scream. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to grab my clothes and run… anywhere… but something told me I needed to stay. Once the peg was all the way inside, Master Cox gestured for me to bounce up and down on it. And even though it felt like I was being torn apart, my dick was inexplicably hard. And after a few moments the searing pain stopped and I started to… if not exactly enjoy the sensation… realize it felt erotic. Then Master Cox told me to prepare the next peg, which was even bigger. Of course, I did as I was told and when he told me to sit on it, I sat on it. I could feel my ass opening up somehow. It was almost as though the peg were being pulled into me by invisible magnets or something. I was sweating and staring Master Cox in the eye as bravely as I could while trying to regulate my breathing… Then we moved on to the next peg… which was larger still and I really struggled to get it inside. At that moment, Fantana stepped forward and pushed down on my shoulders so I had no option but to take the damned thing inside me. He did the same when we moved onto the fourth peg… We got as far as the fifth peg which I genuinely thought was going to ruin me. My whole body was shaking uncontrollably. I tried so hard, but I just couldn’t get it inside me… So Master Cox told me I’d need to be punished further. He told me to lie on the bench, and Fantana lifted my feet up. I could see Master Cox unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trouser fly. I instantly knew what he was gonna do. I just lay back and thought, “Is this it? Is this my special moment? My first time? With a man I barely know?” Part of me felt terrified. Part of me was excited. He dropped his pants, pulled his dick out, tilted my body back, lined himself up against me, and then, well that was it. He took my virginity with a hard, almost impassive look on his face. And then he was slamming himself into me, still in his shirt and tie. It was excruciatingly painful but, for some reason, I didn’t want it to stop. And then I suddenly realized it felt amazing. I wanted every inch of him inside me. I was feeling dirty, somehow. Liberated. Manly… Then he asked if Fantana wanted a turn. Fantana nodded and I felt a rush of excitement. He stepped forward and lowered his pants, before thrusting his giant rod into me. Then he was pounding me real hard and Cox was kissing me and I wanted it all so bad. He was jerking my dick and kissing and biting me as he fucked me and I just wanted to be used. Then he started to cum. I could feel it gushing right into me like some sort of crazy geyser. He pulled out seconds later and I could feel the cum squirting out of me. Then Master Cox said it was his turn. He pushed himself into my ass again and started pounding me even harder than before. I thought I was gonna pass out. Then he started to tremble. And then he came. Right into me. And that was it. That was my moment. Master Cox threw a towel at me and told me to clean myself up. I was left alone in the room, now changed and different. Suddenly a man.
3. The Covenant 19mn
I received another message from Master Cox this morning. I was to immediately report to Room 11 where I’d receive further instructions. I’d heard nothing from him since my punishment a month ago. I’d been trying to keep my head down and work as hard as I could in the hope he’d hear good things about my progress, so I sincerely hoped I wasn’t in trouble again. I really really want Master Cox to be pleased with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of masculine power which I find utterly compelling and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to feel him inside me again. So, I went to Room 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to dress myself in the white ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg. It took me the longest time to figure out how to put them on. At first glance they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated white fabric. I got into quite a panic trying to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being punished again. In the end I think I managed to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I felt it looked like some sort of baggy toga. I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice telling me to crawl, so I immediately got on all fours. The room was blinding. Almost everything inside was white and it was really brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric. I saw Master Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking incredibly formal, in a pure white suit, shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how handsome and smart he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a load inside me! My eyes moved from Fantana onto a flash of pure red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a huge white bed in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so long to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the room and I guess it scared me a little - almost as though that pool of blood red were warning me of danger. Then I saw Master Cox sitting on the bed and instantly felt this crazy bolt of electricity surging through my body. He was similarly dressed to Master Fantana and looked every bit as smart and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous. I crawled across the room towards him and stopped at his feet. He told me to begin washing, and some sort of instinct must have kicked in, because I knew I needed to carefully remove his white slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the bowl of holy water in front of the bed and delicately work it into his feet. I was half expecting him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up. He turned me around and started to touch me so intimately. Fireworks immediately started exploding in my head and my whole body began to shake. This was my master; the man who’d relieved me of my boyhood and made me a man in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inside me again. I needed to relive the power surge which came when I felt his life-giving seed gushing into my body. That moment, when he pushed himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to treat however he wanted. I would have done anything for him. He undid the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me entirely naked and vulnerable. He instructed me to get on my knees before unbuckling his belt and letting his trousers and underpants fall to the floor. His dick was hard and I sucked it as lovingly as I could while he removed the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whimpering gently. He sat back down on the bed and I continued to use my mouth to pleasure him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got completely carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him felt right. He pushed me on all fours down onto the bed and I thrust my ass towards him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I felt the tip of his dick gliding over my hole and then slowly making its way inside me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining calm was important. And then he was making love to me and my dick was hard as a rock. I could feel the pre-cum cascading from my dick. I found myself looking straight at Master Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to remember shooting his semen inside me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again. But Master Cox’ dick felt so good. I loved that he seemed as excited this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was banging me even harder this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my legs back so he could fuck me really deep and kiss me passionately at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost. Fantana was rubbing himself and gently touching my nipples. Then he pulled his hard dick out of his suit pants and I got on all fours and sucked it while Master Cox banged me like some sort of crazy animal from behind. Then he started to convulse violently and roar and gasp and suddenly I could feel his life-seed entering me again, gushing into me like he’d pushed a hose pipe into my ass and turned on the tap. As he pulled out it squirted everywhere. Then Fantana told me to roll onto my back, and started jerking his dick right over my face, until he exploded into my mouth. Then he kissed me really passionately. And I lay there, full of the cum of these great men, feeling stronger, bolder and more beautiful.