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Master Kamp and Apprentice Ryan
April 05, 2021 | Full Length Video : 21min 10sec
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Marcus was very pious by nature. He’d always looked to the church and scriptures for guidance and truth. While others his age were obsessed with social media and reality TV, he kept his mind focused on what he felt was more important: his soul and the pursuit of a higher purpose.

Though he came from a more religious family, Marcus proved to be the most commited of his siblings to the church’s teachings. He even spent hours of personal time looking for more answers, studying history and scripture to unlock what he felt was the true meaning of faith. This dedication did not go unnoticed.

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Master Kamp attended the same church as Marcus. As a prominent member of the community, he would keep an eye out for young talent that could be well placed in the Masonic order. Needless to say, religious types are hungry for guidance and ritual, making them prime candidates for initiation.

The older man was well aware of Marcus’ spiritual devotion, observing that there was never a time when Master Kamp was present that Marcus was not there. Whether it was a Sunday or an evening, Marcus was practicing his faith with unrelenting determination.

Some boys had a calling to be in the clergy, but Master Kamp knew that for some others, it was a reaction to a deep conflict. Marcus was a handsome young man with cleancut features and a beautiful smile, but the boy’s brow was always furrowed in doubt. The only time Master Kamp ever recalled him looking relaxed was when he was in the presence of some of the more handsome men of the church… seeming to lighten up and even, dare he say, flirt.

Kamp thought it would be wise to bring the young man in for an interview, curious to see if his suspicions were correct. He thought someone of Marcus’ dedication and obedience would be a perfect fit for the brotherhood… all he needed was a little persuasion.

Marcus was a little surprised when Master Kamp asked to see him. Marcus knew of Kamp’s background and history, aware of his influence and public power. It wasn’t uncommon for older men in the church to want to mentor and offer guidance for the younger men, so Marcus willingly and happily made the time. Once the two were seated, however, Marcus became markedly less comfortable.

“Have you ever been attracted to another boy?”

Marcus immediately tensed up. It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it, or even acknowledge it within himself. But he needed to give an answer. Stammering, Marcus avoided eye contact with the older man and said no.

Despite Marcus’ body language showing his discomfort, Kamp did not hold back. He continued to probe him, asking about his moral standing with things like pornography, masturbation, even simply having thoughts of same sex attraction. Marcus began to visibly sweat, becoming dangerously close to dampening his fine white dress shirt.

Master Kamp challenged him, saying that it was important he be honest with him and that the church will know if he’s lying. Marcus ran his sweaty palms over his dress pants, showing his nervousness, but he continued to deny any such feelings or attraction. When asked if Marcus would be willing to prove it, Marcus agreed, not questioning what kind of test it would be.

Master Kamp told him to remove his clothes, stripping down to his underwear. Marcus was thrown off, not expecting to have such an invasive test of his character. He felt a little trapped, knowing that the older man was calling his sexual orientation into question and needing an answer. If he declined, he could report his hesitation to the church and his family. But the young man was terrified that Master Kamp would discern the truth about him… a truth even he hadn’t really fully considered.

The older man tied Marcus’ hands behind his back, sitting him down in his chair with nothing covering him but his thin, translucent undergarments. Marcus felt himself get scared, concerned for what Master Kamp would do and what he would learn. And then, like it was some terrible joke of fate, he felt his cock begin to swell between his legs.

Master Kamp could see it as plainly as the anxious look on Marcus’ face. The boy’s erection stood straight, causing his underwear to tent. The material was so sheer that the older man could practically see every ridge and detail of his member through the cloth. It was almost an insult to intelligence to think of it as a garment of any modesty, but it was the only thing that kept Marcus from being completely exposed.

“What’s this?” Kamp asked, tapping the boy’s cock with his knuckles. The older man knew exactly what was going on, but wanted to see how Marcus would react. The boy didn’t even answer, turning his head away in shame and embarrassment. Kamp was amused, seeing that he was aroused by simply the thought of being stripped next to another man. He didn’t let the boy off the hook, though. He wanted to have some fun with him and see just how far he’d be willing to go in his obedience.

Master Kamp began to feel around his body, caressing his inner thighs, creeping up toward his genitals, going so far as to lift up his shirt and feel his stomach and chest. The boy was gifted with a natural athletic physique, clearly having spent more time in his prayer book than in a gym and still having a trim, defined body. His smooth skin made him appear all the more innocent, making his boyish reservations even more enticing.

When Kamp put his hand in the boy’s underwear, Marcus looked away, not wanting to see his own penis in the hand of another man. So deep was his repression that even as his cock throbbed and leaked between Master Kamp’s fingers, he wouldn’t indulge himself in the satisfaction of bearing witness to his own arousal.

Master Kamp did not hold back. He continued to play with Marcus’ cock, feeling it getting harder as he moved from simple fondling to stroking.

“You’re enjoying this,” Master Kamp said firmly. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. His deep, masculine voice echoed around the room, reverberating back at Marcus. The boy couldn’t help but moan as the older man manipulated his loins, playing with him and making him even more aroused.

The young man tried to deny himself the pleasure, but it became too strong to silence. Before long, the physical sensation overwhelmed his thoughts, preventing him from guarding his virtue. He didn’t want to like it, but he did. Very much. And with each stroke of his penis, he could feel the older man’s power over him.

As strange as it was, he felt like it was OK. As long as he was in the hands of Master Kamp, it wasn’t his fault that it felt good. After all, what could he do? He was bound to his chair, enduring the intense pleasure of his throbbing cock being milked.

He felt like something was building up inside him. An urge or a force that he couldn’t control. He tried to keep it down, not wanting it to end, but he knew there was a firework inside him about to go off. He was nervous, but he could see Kamp’s eyes locking on his. Kamp wanted him to go for it. He was pushing him to go for it.

Marcus closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock being worked, thinking of Master Kamp and his power and his handsome face. He thought about Master Kamp kissing him, touching him inside, even—.

Just then, Marcus felt it. An eruption from deep inside. He felt the burst of hot fluid from his cock, pouring out cum all over his stomach and over Master Kamp’s fingers. It dripped down, icing him like it was fine confection. The air smelled like spring flowers and sex, sweaty and full of his special stuff. He felt like he was floating, flying off the chair and held in place only by Kamp’s hand.

It felt so amazing, but within seconds, he realized what he’d done. He’d just orgasmed and cum in front of Master Kamp. He’d just experienced a same-sex arousal with a member of his own church! He knew he’d have to be punished for it and feared what Master Kamp would do. But before the full weight of it all settled into his mind, he felt something new that was just concerning: He knew he wanted to do it again...

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Chapters
1. The Interview 22mn
Marcus was very pious by nature. He’d always looked to the church and scriptures for guidance and truth. While others his age were obsessed with social media and reality TV, he kept his mind focused on what he felt was more important: his soul and the pursuit of a higher purpose. Though he came from a more religious family, Marcus proved to be the most commited of his siblings to the church’s teachings. He even spent hours of personal time looking for more answers, studying history and scripture to unlock what he felt was the true meaning of faith. This dedication did not go unnoticed. Master Kamp attended the same church as Marcus. As a prominent member of the community, he would keep an eye out for young talent that could be well placed in the Masonic order. Needless to say, religious types are hungry for guidance and ritual, making them prime candidates for initiation. The older man was well aware of Marcus’ spiritual devotion, observing that there was never a time when Master Kamp was present that Marcus was not there. Whether it was a Sunday or an evening, Marcus was practicing his faith with unrelenting determination. Some boys had a calling to be in the clergy, but Master Kamp knew that for some others, it was a reaction to a deep conflict. Marcus was a handsome young man with cleancut features and a beautiful smile, but the boy’s brow was always furrowed in doubt. The only time Master Kamp ever recalled him looking relaxed was when he was in the presence of some of the more handsome men of the church… seeming to lighten up and even, dare he say, flirt. Kamp thought it would be wise to bring the young man in for an interview, curious to see if his suspicions were correct. He thought someone of Marcus’ dedication and obedience would be a perfect fit for the brotherhood… all he needed was a little persuasion. Marcus was a little surprised when Master Kamp asked to see him. Marcus knew of Kamp’s background and history, aware of his influence and public power. It wasn’t uncommon for older men in the church to want to mentor and offer guidance for the younger men, so Marcus willingly and happily made the time. Once the two were seated, however, Marcus became markedly less comfortable. “Have you ever been attracted to another boy?” Marcus immediately tensed up. It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it, or even acknowledge it within himself. But he needed to give an answer. Stammering, Marcus avoided eye contact with the older man and said no. Despite Marcus’ body language showing his discomfort, Kamp did not hold back. He continued to probe him, asking about his moral standing with things like pornography, masturbation, even simply having thoughts of same sex attraction. Marcus began to visibly sweat, becoming dangerously close to dampening his fine white dress shirt. Master Kamp challenged him, saying that it was important he be honest with him and that the church will know if he’s lying. Marcus ran his sweaty palms over his dress pants, showing his nervousness, but he continued to deny any such feelings or attraction. When asked if Marcus would be willing to prove it, Marcus agreed, not questioning what kind of test it would be. Master Kamp told him to remove his clothes, stripping down to his underwear. Marcus was thrown off, not expecting to have such an invasive test of his character. He felt a little trapped, knowing that the older man was calling his sexual orientation into question and needing an answer. If he declined, he could report his hesitation to the church and his family. But the young man was terrified that Master Kamp would discern the truth about him… a truth even he hadn’t really fully considered. The older man tied Marcus’ hands behind his back, sitting him down in his chair with nothing covering him but his thin, translucent undergarments. Marcus felt himself get scared, concerned for what Master Kamp would do and what he would learn. And then, like it was some terrible joke of fate, he felt his cock begin to swell between his legs. Master Kamp could see it as plainly as the anxious look on Marcus’ face. The boy’s erection stood straight, causing his underwear to tent. The material was so sheer that the older man could practically see every ridge and detail of his member through the cloth. It was almost an insult to intelligence to think of it as a garment of any modesty, but it was the only thing that kept Marcus from being completely exposed. “What’s this?” Kamp asked, tapping the boy’s cock with his knuckles. The older man knew exactly what was going on, but wanted to see how Marcus would react. The boy didn’t even answer, turning his head away in shame and embarrassment. Kamp was amused, seeing that he was aroused by simply the thought of being stripped next to another man. He didn’t let the boy off the hook, though. He wanted to have some fun with him and see just how far he’d be willing to go in his obedience. Master Kamp began to feel around his body, caressing his inner thighs, creeping up toward his genitals, going so far as to lift up his shirt and feel his stomach and chest. The boy was gifted with a natural athletic physique, clearly having spent more time in his prayer book than in a gym and still having a trim, defined body. His smooth skin made him appear all the more innocent, making his boyish reservations even more enticing. When Kamp put his hand in the boy’s underwear, Marcus looked away, not wanting to see his own penis in the hand of another man. So deep was his repression that even as his cock throbbed and leaked between Master Kamp’s fingers, he wouldn’t indulge himself in the satisfaction of bearing witness to his own arousal. Master Kamp did not hold back. He continued to play with Marcus’ cock, feeling it getting harder as he moved from simple fondling to stroking. “You’re enjoying this,” Master Kamp said firmly. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. His deep, masculine voice echoed around the room, reverberating back at Marcus. The boy couldn’t help but moan as the older man manipulated his loins, playing with him and making him even more aroused. The young man tried to deny himself the pleasure, but it became too strong to silence. Before long, the physical sensation overwhelmed his thoughts, preventing him from guarding his virtue. He didn’t want to like it, but he did. Very much. And with each stroke of his penis, he could feel the older man’s power over him. As strange as it was, he felt like it was OK. As long as he was in the hands of Master Kamp, it wasn’t his fault that it felt good. After all, what could he do? He was bound to his chair, enduring the intense pleasure of his throbbing cock being milked. He felt like something was building up inside him. An urge or a force that he couldn’t control. He tried to keep it down, not wanting it to end, but he knew there was a firework inside him about to go off. He was nervous, but he could see Kamp’s eyes locking on his. Kamp wanted him to go for it. He was pushing him to go for it. Marcus closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock being worked, thinking of Master Kamp and his power and his handsome face. He thought about Master Kamp kissing him, touching him inside, even—. Just then, Marcus felt it. An eruption from deep inside. He felt the burst of hot fluid from his cock, pouring out cum all over his stomach and over Master Kamp’s fingers. It dripped down, icing him like it was fine confection. The air smelled like spring flowers and sex, sweaty and full of his special stuff. He felt like he was floating, flying off the chair and held in place only by Kamp’s hand. It felt so amazing, but within seconds, he realized what he’d done. He’d just orgasmed and cum in front of Master Kamp. He’d just experienced a same-sex arousal with a member of his own church! He knew he’d have to be punished for it and feared what Master Kamp would do. But before the full weight of it all settled into his mind, he felt something new that was just concerning: He knew he wanted to do it again...
2. The Calling 22mn
It’s not like Marcus could hide it. Even when he tried to deny it, the secret of his sexuality was painted all over his face. The way he looked at older men -- handsome men, men of authority -- practically outed him within seconds. Even when he tried to answer Grandmaster Oaks' questions, he was so confused and flustered that he couldn’t remember which lies to tell. Grandmaster Oaks has that way with younger guys. His salt and pepper hair, clean shaven face, and paternal presence turns every young man into a horny boy desperate for Daddy to tell them what to do. When it came time for Apprentice Marcus to affirm his commitment to the Brotherhood, the young man couldn’t help but wear his attraction on his sleeve. Oaks didn’t mind, though. As much as he loved teasing out the truth, he also loved seeing a hungry boy begging to be touched. He knew he had power over him, not just because of his position or his status, but simply because of the laws of nature. Grandmaster Oaks could communicate his dominance by doing nothing but looking Marcus in the eye, and that look would make the young initiate hard as a rock. The Grandmaster began by standing up and asking Marcus to do the same. The boy’s swollen member was barely concealed in his dress pants, contained in a sheer cloth inside his undergarments. He knew that the rise in his trousers was evident, but Oaks assured him this was nothing to worry about… a fact that only made Marcus more anxious. Oaks held the boy’s cock in his hand, gripping it through his clothes and holding him in place, as if doing so meant he cupped every bit of Apprentice Marcus in his hand. For all intents and purposes, he did. Marcus was still as a statue, unable to move, trapped in his body as Grandmaster Oaks made it his personal plaything to explore. The handsome leader removed Marcus’ clothes, stripping him down until he was bare to his white garments. The see-through fabric revealed both his arousal and his lean, athletic body. Oaks proceeded to strip Marcus of his underwear as well, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable to this older man’s designs. The silver-haired, suited man ran his hands over the apprentice’s body, feeling his smooth skin and lithe, muscular frame. He could feel his heart beating fast in his chest, but that did not deter him from inspecting the young man’s body. Marcus wanted to react, to reach out and touch Oaks in return, but his fear of his own desires kept him in a state of aroused panic. The only thing that seemed to break Marcus of his rigidity was the offer of a drink from Oaks. The older man handed him a red chalice, containing some sort of liquid. It was less of a refreshment and more of a ceremonial gesture. Like taking communion, Marcus was told to drink from the mysterious cup in order to continue in becoming a member of the Masonic Order. Taking the cup to his lips, Marcus tasted the strange substance. It was light, very floral, and fragrant as it poured down his throat. He couldn’t tell why, but something about it seemed familiar. He couldn’t place it, but the chalice was empty before he could think any more on it. After taking the cup and placing it to the side, the handsome daddy ordered the young man to get up on his desk on all fours. Marcus did as he was told, feeling a little strange about presenting himself like a prize pony. Apprentice Marcus arched his back as instructed, putting his naked body on display for Grandmaster Oaks to enjoy. The older man explored the boy’s chest and stomach, observing the way he trembled in fear. Oaks knew Marcus wasn’t afraid of him, but rather of his own desires. This boy wanted to be touched, to be toyed with, and to be teased, but he wouldn’t dare ask for it outright. He needed Oaks to be the one to call the shots--to command him and take him. Grandmaster Oaks took two fingers and slowly pressed them to Marcus’ lips, feeling their soft, pouty fullness before penetrating deep into his mouth. Marcus wasn’t sure what to do, but he split his lips and took the older man into his mouth, tasting his fingers on his tongue. It was heaven. The older man’s flesh was savory and sweet. It was subtle but powerful in its effect. It drove Marcus wild knowing the Grandmaster was inside him. It made his body come alive and his loins ache with passion. Oaks could see that Marcus needed more than just two fingers inside him, so he ordered Marcus to kneel on the floor before him. The boy obediently got down off the table, knelt down and looked up at his handsome leader. The Grandmaster was stunning; somehow even more attractive than he had been when he first came into the room. Now, looking up at him, Marcus saw his Master--and he would do whatever was asked of him. Oaks slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. Marcus watched like a hungry puppy waiting for a treat. He practically panted in anticipation as the older man pulled down his own underwear, revealing his big, hairy cock. Marcus’ eyes went wide, eager to take it in his mouth and taste it. The Grandmaster paused, observing Marcus, seeing the intense desire painted on his face. It was beautiful. Absolute perfection. Pushing his hips slightly forward, he brought the head of his cock to Marcus’ lips and watched as the boy took it in. Marcus worshipped Grandmaster Oaks’ magnificence. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted that, both anxious and thrilled that he was actually getting it. Breathing through his nose as he swallowed it down, Marcus moaned and lapped at the older man’s meat, caught up in an unexpected rush of feelings and desires. He’d forgotten all about his anxieties and nervousness, his lies and secrets. The truest, purest part of him at that moment was his hunger for the powerful leader… and he was proving it with each bob of his head. The Grandmaster loved watching Marcus swallow him down. He loved how passionately this boy sucked him and wanted to service him. He knew Marcus would make a good apprentice and be a valuable member of the Order. But this hot daddy wasn’t going to end his inspection with just a blowjob. Standing Marcus up, he brought him around to the back of his desk, bending him over so the boy’s elbows supported him on the flat surface. Marcus had only a slight idea of what was to come, having never done this before. He braced himself as Oaks removed his pants and underwear, leaving him bottomless with his swinging cock out. Marcus felt as it pressed up behind him, sneaking between his two smooth cheeks, trying to pry inside his body. The feeling started with a firm pressure on his hole, like a rod trying to break through. The saliva from his sucking gave the hard shaft just enough slickness to puncture his sphincter, giving him a slight sting and a burn as it moved inside. He winced, trying not to disappoint the older man and to show that he could take it. His body shook as he struggled, all the while Grandmaster Oaks whispered, “that’s it. You can do it…” Marcus wasn’t sure what changed in him, but suddenly his body seemed ready to receive his leader. The older man’s cock broke through into Marcus’ hungry hole, prying it apart until Oaks was almost completely engulfed in the boy’s ass. It was epic. Marcus hadn’t felt anything like it. It was a deep feeling of submission and satisfaction that he hadn’t ever known. He wanted more, so much more, and Oaks was happy to give it to him. Thrusting back and forth, the Grandmaster fucked the young apprentice, moving deeper and deeper each time. Marcus’ cock hung hard and long between his legs, bouncing up and down as he held onto the desk for leverage. He tried to keep himself right where the older man wanted him, not wanting to break the momentum of his leader’s pleasure. Oaks didn’t seem to have trouble getting what he needed. He held onto the boy’s hips, feeling that tight hole wrap around his shaft and bring him nearly to the point of climax. He held out as long as he could, but he knew that part of this was for Marcus, not just for him. The boy needed to be inseminated to be accepted into the Order, and the Grandmaster wanted to give the boy a juicy breeding to secure his place...
3. Disciplinary Action 21mn
A boy’s sexuality is irrelevant to the Masons. While many acts of homosexuality occur, it is often the case that the leaders and initiates live very different lives outside of the order. For some, the idea of being with another is part of what keeps them dedicated and committed to the secret society. For others, it’s a fair exchange for what the brotherhood provides. Occasionally, a young man will come through with an apparent same-sex attraction, but struggling to determine if this is right or wrong. For the Masons, this provides a fertile opportunity to test the boy’s determination and drive. Getting inside the head of a young, impressionable apprentice is what every master dreams of. And today, Grandmaster Oaks continues to dive into Apprentice Ryan’s mind. When the order came for Apprentice Ryan to receive disciplinary action, he did not question it. He’d been trying to hide his attraction to men in general, but being around the silver-haired daddy proved too much for his carefully constructed denials. Grandmaster Oaks was stunningly handsome with a powerful charisma that cut deep into his core. Ryan didn’t feel like he could hide anything from him. Grandmaster Oaks enjoyed seeing the young man squirm. His struggle was something he liked to tease out and play with. Not only did it make Ryan’s arousal all the more decadent, but Grandmaster Oaks knew he could use it to keep the apprentice submissive and receptive to any instruction he was given. The temple lodge was empty at night, giving Grandmaster Oaks the perfect opportunity to give Apprentice Ryan the kind of discipline he needed. Assisted by Grandmaster Angus, the two were powerful, commanding figures that could turn Apprentice Ryan into a scared little boy with just their presence. The young man entered the dark, private room as he was told, steeling himself for what was to come. Grandmaster Oaks sat on a large, red chair with a high back and arms. It looked like a throne, which made Oaks resemble a king as he sat tall in his suit and tie. Angus stood behind him and to the side, arms crossed in front of him, eyeing Ryan as he made his way to the seated master. Oak ordered the young man to drop his pants. Ryan did as he was told, nerves shaking his hands as he fumbled with his zipper. With his pants down at his ankles, Oaks pulled him forward and placed him face down on his lap. His crotch rested against Oaks’ leg and his ass hung over, exposed and vulnerable. Ryan knew this position. He’d experienced it many times growing up. But it had been years since he was bent over someone’s knee to be punished. Oaks wasted no time. His hand slapped down on Apprentice Ryan’s ass, giving him a sharp, sudden jolt of pain that worked up through his spine to the base of his skull. It was quick, but it was effective in getting Ryan’s full attention. All the boy could think about was his ass being spanked, waiting for the next hand to strike and the resulting rush of pain. The spanking continued with the raps coming faster and in higher frequency. Soon, he felt like his ass being pelted with needles, stinging his flesh again and again. It was amazing how the body seemed to make it worse over time rather than try to soften the blows. Ryan could hardly think about anything but the pain he endured. Not even that his cock was growing hard and rigid up against the older man’s thigh. Grandmaster Oaks could feel the boy’s excitement growing. In fact, he counted on it. He knew the best way to make a boy feel like he deserved punishment was to make him feel like he was the cause of his own transgression. And for a boy who thought being attracted to men was the ultimate sin, getting him hard was simple and delightful. Playing with his head, Oaks told him that he wasn’t meant to enjoy this, that he was being punished for his behavior and thoughts. He stood the boy up, unable to hide the devilish grin on his face at the sight of his erection. He pulled it out, teasing it in his hand, as if pointing at it as the cause of his punishment. Grandmaster Oaks ordered Ryan to remove the remainder of his clothing, leaving the boy completely exposed and open for more abuse. Oaks bent Ryan back over his knee, impressed by the already present red glow that emanated off his smooth, pale butt cheeks. The older man had given him a good color, but he was far from done. Taking a paddle from his fellow master, Oaks ran the cold, smooth surface of the wood against the warm welt on the apprentice’s behind. It felt comforting and cooling at first, but Ryan knew this was not meant to make things better. Ryan gripped Oaks’ far leg, holding onto it for support as he braced himself for more punishment. He felt deep down down that he deserved it, but he also found himself incredibly aroused by it. In a weird, confusing way, his denial of his sexuality only made his desire even stronger. He wanted Oaks’ to tease him, touch him, even fuck him. Oaks gave Ryan a session with the paddle, watching his body flinch and twitch every time he readied himself for a smack and after it was received. Seeing the apprentice’s ass shake in response made the older man feel powerful and strong. It also made him hungry to see what more the boy’s ass could take. Grandmaster Oaks turned Ryan upside down, resting him on his head with his legs and hole up toward him. It was an awkward, uncomfortable position for Ryan to be in, but it gave the older man unfettered, easy access to his hole. And ultimately, that’s all that mattered. Taking out some of his favorite toys, Grandmaster Oaks took pleasure in opening up the boy’s hole, getting it wet with oil and sliding his phallic objects inside. As he did, Ryan’s throbbing hard cock hung down towards his face like the sword of Damocles, threatening to rain down his own juices as he got more and more aroused. Oaks told him to touch himself, something Ryan was desperate to do, but nervous about what more Oaks would put inside him. As the boy worked himself closer and closer to climax, Grandmaster Oaks proceed with great delight in filling the boy’s hole, pushing a large, graduated plug deeper and deeper into his anal cavity. The knobby black object pushed hard against Apprentice Ryan’s prostate, making him leak pre-cum onto his chest and face. Ryan felt exposed and humiliated and completely out of control… and he loved every second of it. He tried to hold out as long as he could, not wanting the moment to end. He knew that once it was over, he was going to retreat back to his confusion and frustration, battling his inner urges and trying to live up to the rest of society. But here, in that room, on the edge of climax, Apprentice Ryan could be as sexual and horny and hungry as he wanted to be… and Grandmaster Oaks would tell him to go further. He locked eyes with the older man, hearing his encouraging words and seeing his mischievous smile. It was too much for him to take, and a jet of watery white liquid sprayed out of the end of his cock and all over his face. It was wild and intense, and Grandmaster Oaks couldn’t be happier to see the boy in such ecstasy...
4. Atonement 29mn
Apprentice Ryan’s body shook like a leaf as he bent over the bench. He looked at the dark, glistening knobs beneath him, a sort of trail of where he had come from. He felt Grandmaster Angus’ big, hairy hands on his worn out ass, caressing him and soothing him as he stared down at the objects of his atonement. The first few plugs stretched him out fine, with only a modest amount of struggle before he found himself pleased with his own capability. But the last two did him in, stretching him beyond what he could handle, leaving him a shaking, weakened wreck. He tried to muster up the strength to continue, but alas, he had to bow out, leaving the final and largest plug unconquered. As a result, Grandmaster Angus had to give him his punishment. Ryan didn’t know what was coming. He knew the leaders had strange methods of keeping initiates in line, but he was fortunate to have had to experience them all. As he awaited his fate, he took the time to catch his breath, steeling himself Angus’ plans, even allowing himself to find pleasure in the soft touches to his ass. Ryan felt a warm tongue on his hole, a much needed salve on his weary insides. He let out soft moans, grateful for the gentle massage and relaxation. He wanted to look back, but he was told to keep his eyes forward and his hands on the bench, locking himself in place for what was to come. His ears were careful to pick up on the sound of clothes rustling and falling behind him. Grandmaster Angus was slowly removing his shirt and pants, stripping down to just his undergarments as Apprentice Ryan obeyed his orders. The young man didn’t know how much further he would go, but suddenly and without warning, he felt something slip into his searing hot hole. At first, Ryan feared it was another plug, aimed at splitting him apart and making him suffer. Instead, it was the familiar, smooth, girthy member of Grandmaster Angus. The bare cock slid inside him with a single thrust, not hesitating or stopping. Apprentice Ryan was well warmed up enough to handle the older man’s member, his hole loose enough to breed but still tight enough to grip. Instinctively, the young man clenched down on Angus’ cock, as if subconsciously wanting to milk him of the load he carried in his hairy, hanging nuts. As Apprentice Ryan became accustomed to the fucking, he found his cock beginning to harden and leak out a steady stream of precum. It dripped down onto the dark wood bench, pooling up and streaking as his body rocked back and forth. Bishop Angus took his hands around Ryan’s neck, holding him in place with a firm grip without choking him. Though, as Angus’ breeding thrusts increased in pace and intensity, the burly man’s grip occasionally tightened, giving Ryan a thrilling feeling of submission and powerlessness. Apprentice Ryan learned from the masters that in the temple, his body was not his own. It belonged to the men of the Order to use as the pleased. Never more than in that moment did that sentiment ring true. Ryan felt himself a passenger in his flesh, his consciousness simply an occupant of the vessel that Bishop Angus controlled and owned. He belonged to him, bouncing on the end of his cock with his neck in a vice grip, feeling his insides shift to make room for the throbbing member of the older man. Bishop Angus felt himself approaching climax. As he did, he squeezed Ryan’s neck a little tighter. The excitement was enough to send bursts of energy to his loins, causing a chain reaction that led to the eruption of his prostate. Jets of hot, white cum sprung from his cock, filling up the apprentice’s hole as he struggled to stay upright and still. Ryan breathed deep, feeling the milky load swirling in his guts, stirred up by Angus’ declining erection, moving deeper in his body. Ryan couldn’t believe he could take it after all he’d endured, but he was proud of himself for holding out until the end...
5. The Covenant 19mn
Apprentice Ryan’s devotion to the order was profound. After a lifetime of lessons on obedience and blind loyalty, the Masons were able to help him go even further in his submission. The young man left his atonement with a renewed sense of purpose. Not only was he eager to do whatever the powerful men of the secret society asked of him, but he no longer felt the doubt and fears that had become so burdensome on his path to true service. The masters removed his clothes, placed him in a ceremonial robe, and presented him before a ritualized, white, hanging sheet, telling him to do as he was told no questions asked. Even when a massive, hard, erect penis slipped through a hole in the sheet, Ryan did not react. He accepted it without reservation. And when Grandmaster Felix pushed his mouth down upon it, he gladly parted his lips and took it down. Apprentice Ryan gagged and struggled, but not because of an unwillingness to sacrifice his throat for the ceremony. Felix was impressed by how much the young man could take, indulging in the sounds of his choking. Apprentice Ryan felt his eyes begin to water, but he did not back away. His trust in the Masons was so complete that he would do whatever was required. Showing his unwavering commitment to their cause, the older men lifted Apprentice Ryan back to his feet and guided him through the veil. Apprentice Ryan felt weightless as he moved into the next room, a tingling sensation running up his spine and over his head as he saw Grandmaster Angus sitting on the end of a large, white bed. He welcomed the sight of the handsome man, but was so resigned to his submission that he barely registered more than a pleasant, respectful smile on his face. Grandmaster Angus instructed him to wash him, pointing to a bowl of blessed water and a ceremonial cloth beside it on the floor. Apprentice Ryan removed the older man’s socks and shoes, washing his feet down on the ground, deferential towards his master. The weightlessness persisted in his body as his gestures felt unusually easy and smooth. Grandmaster Angus could see the boy’s fluidity, smiling as he realized the completion of the young man’s transformation. He was free. Free of doubt. Free of worry. Free of fear. Free of all the complications of life that lead a young man to consider his own self-interest and pursuits. Apprentice Ryan was his now. He was a spirit and mind of the Masons, possessed to be submissive and subservient. And he had no struggle whatsoever. Grandmaster Angus stood to remove his clothing, giving Ryan more of his powerful body to wash. The cool, wet cloth moved over Angus’ broad, hairy chest, gently catching his dark, salt and pepper chest hair, around his prominent, masculine nipples, and down to his stomach. Apprentice Ryan paused slightly when his washcloth approached the man’s genitals, now swollen from excitement. Grandmaster Angus was curious to see what Ryan would do. The young apprentice looked at his master, as if seeking permission to continue. Angus smiled and nodded. It was clear that the young man perceived the handling of the older man’s loins as a privilege, even when tasked with washing it. Satisfaction from service… the sign of true submission. As Ryan completed his work, Grandmaster Angus began his. Removing Ryan’s clothes and placing him on the bed, Grandmaster Angus knew that the reward for such submission and obedience was a deep, powerful, personal breeding. Grandmaster Angus spread Ryan’s legs apart, giving him a view of his perfect, peachy ass. The young man’s hole was on display, tight and smooth despite the endurance it had to display during their previous encounter. Angus pumped out some ceremonial oil from a nearby container and slowly and gently spread it over the young man’s hole. Apprentice Ryan’s sphincter clenched as the cool liquid met his hole, feeling it warm as Angus’ beefy, manly fingers spread it over him. Apprentice Ryan felt a stirring within himself. His body began to take weight and feel more occupied by his mind. His penis stiffened and he allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure that he received. Grandmaster Angus could see Apprentice Ryan beginning to open up, not just externally but mentally and emotionally as well. That made Angus’s cock leak, thinking about how much this meant to the young man. Before Angus slid his bare cock inside Ryan’s hole, he leaned in and gave his hole a kiss. The covenant he was about to make was important, and it was good that he was fully present and eager for it…
6. Ordination 19mn
Right from the beginning they told me that my body didn’t belong to me. They said if I wanted to join the Brotherhood, I’d need to keep myself pure for at least six months - and then I’d have to give myself entirely to them. They said I’d need to remember my promise at all times.. Grandmaster Bishop Angus called me in today for my ordination. As I walked through the long, grand corridors of the complex, my heart started to pound. I instinctively knew that the promise I’d made all those months ago was about to become reality. The training so far has been confusing and oblique, but it’s also been exciting and erotic beyond words. My body has been used by masked strangers, I’ve been humiliated, confused and abused and yet, I find myself slowly starting to learn the meaning of pleasure… and my purpose in life. I’ve always had a thing about Grandmaster Angus. Whenever I see him, I find myself blushing! He exudes masculinity and power. I think he must know how he makes me feel because he’s been paying me a lot of attention recently. Many men have used me for their carnal pleasure in the last few months and it’s been mind-blowing in all the right ways, but Grandmaster Angus remains the only man I’ve truly felt connected to. I was excited and relieved, therefore, when I found out that he was going to be ordaining me. I dressed in my best suit and tried to get the tie knot looking just right with the “v” at the bottom hanging just beyond the top of the belt. I watched a tie-tying internet tutorial delivered by a Brit, so I figured I looked pretty classy. The ordination room was dazzlingly white - intimidatingly so. It’s lined with curtains, plainly made from incredibly expensive fabrics, and has a pure white carpet which put me on edge because I’d recently polished my shoes and instantly started worrying that the black polish would somehow wipe off and stain it. I guess all that whiteness is there to remind us about our vows of chastity. Grandmaster Angus was standing in the room waiting for me. He looked so handsome and dapper in his beautifully-tailored, white suit. The sight of him made me blush more than ever before. It also made me feel incredibly sexy, remembering those past occasions when he’d used my body. It struck me at that moment that I’ve always somehow held back. We pledged to give ourselves entirely to the Grandmasters, but, at that moment, as I looked into Angus’ eyes, I knew two things; firstly that this final stage of complete yielding was yet to happen and secondly that, when the time did come, I wanted to give myself to Angus. He walked across to me and carefully undid my tie before seductively unbuttoning my shirt. I instantly started to feel aroused. My breath became shallow. My body tingled. Every time his hand brushed against my chest, stomach or shoulders, I felt myself shivering. Strongly erotic thoughts danced in my brain. He unbuckled my belt and undid my pants which dropped heavily to the floor. Then he told me to take off my shoes. I started to nervously fumble at the laces, again worrying that if I took them off too quickly, I’d end up smearing the carpet with boot polish! Before long, I was naked but for my underpants. He was still fully clothed as he pulled me in and started to kiss me. The sensation of kissing a man still feels a little bizarre. Joining the Brotherhood has gone a long way when it comes to sweeping feelings of religious guilt aside, but they still bubble up from time to time. That said, the kiss was breathtaking. His beard bristled against my chin. It felt passionate and loving and so so exciting. He ran his hands down my body and over my ass before pushing my underpants to the ground. I caught myself wondering what my father would have said if he’d walked into the room at that point! That thought was swept aside the moment Grandmaster Angus began to strip. I was desperate to see that hairy chest of his again and was excited to see his dick tenting impressively in his suit pants. There’s something really thrilling about making a man as important as Grandmaster Angus as hard as he got at that moment. He removed his shirt and there it was - that perfect hairy chest, swirling and matting like a beautiful rug through the see-through fabric of his undershirt. He dropped his pants to reveal his enormous, muscular thighs before sitting me down on the edge of a couch, getting onto his knees and sucking my dick. It felt beyond amazing and I’m pretty sure I began to whimper the moment he started to glide those soft lips of his up and down my stiffening shaft. Then he kissed me again. Everything felt so right, so instinctive, so familiar! But somehow, for the first time, respectful. Dare I say… loving? His dick is, of course, bigger than mine, and considerably thicker. I started sucking him, taking my cues from the noises he was making. The more he groaned and sighed, the more confidence I gained and the better I got… At least I hope that’s the case! As usual, he got quite domineering with me, which I liked. He ordered me around and was fairly uncompromising in the way that he handled me. If he wanted me somewhere else, he’d tell me to move, or just pick me up and physically shove me there with his strong arms. Before I knew it, I was lying down on the couch and he was rubbing oil into his dick which he then pressed into my hole with his fingers. It made me feel nervous all of a sudden, because I knew the moment had arrived. Those last encounters had just been sex. This time I was going to give myself to him. Properly. As he pushed his dick into me, I felt a familiar rush of conflicting sensations. It hurt like hell, but it also felt amazing. I felt violated, yet utterly complete. I wanted him to stop, but the idea of him stopping was unthinkable. I lay on my back, legs in the air, watching the look of intense pleasure on his face and I realized, right then, that my life’s purpose was to serve him. His profound pleasure was my only goal. His strokes got faster. He was using his entire body weight and strength to plow his dick in and out of me, tossing me about like a rag doll to find the most pleasurable angle, his giant thighs bouncing off the sides of my butt cheeks. He was forcing my body into more and more crazy contortions. I was bent double, legs around my ears, barely able to breathe at one point. But I longed for it to continue! I kept wondering if he’d done this with any of the other apprentices, and if so which ones. The thought made me both horny and incredibly jealous. I guess I really wanted it to be as special for him as it was turning out to be for me. Was this magical encounter going to be the start of something incredible? I couldn’t take my hands off my dick. My body had become a vessel of pleasure for us both. I instinctively knew that he was gonna cum. I don’t think anyone could have kept that level of thrusting going for very long before exploding. And boy did he explode! He pulled out just as his dick started to spray pearls and pearls of semen and before the glorious rain had stopped, he sank it back into me again. I could still feel him twitching many many seconds later. It was the most remarkable feeling. Like I was being branded somehow. Like the Grandmaster was marking his territory. And I knew, at that moment, that my body was no longer mine…
7. The Sacrament 26mn
Grandmaster Wolf was wearing the ceremonial mask when Apprentice Marcus tentatively entered the dark room. Legrand was a legendary, almost mystical figure within the order, who was rarely seen within the Masonic complex. His name alone could make the young apprentices shake with fear. Those who met him never spoke of what had happened in his presence, but afterwards, they all seemed different somehow; more aloof, more arrogant. He’d changed them. Marcus was shaking uncontrollably by the time the Grandmaster had slowly, yet purposely, made his way across the room to him. Marcus couldn’t believe how tall the older man was and the power and magnetism he seemed to radiate. His immediate instinct was to yield to him. Beg for him… Wolf gently caressed Marcus’ soft, trembling face. The gesture seemed respectful, loving almost, but the sensual mood instantly changed as the Grandmaster forcefully undid the boy’s carefully knotted tie and tossed it across the room before unbuttoning his shirt in a manner which almost felt dismissive. A bolt of fear shot through Marcus’ body. If he was to be punished, he hoped it would be quick and relatively painless… The Grandmaster stood behind the boy. He unbuckled Marcus’ belt and pushed down his pants before running his large hands seductively over what felt like every inch of the boy’s body. Marcus couldn’t help but let out a whimper. Since his apprenticeship began, he’s always felt at his most sexually receptive when being controlled by a truly dominant man. Wolf’s hand slid under the waistband of Marcus’ underpants and slowly made its way towards the boy’s ever-stiffening manhood. Moments later, Marcus felt himself being picked up and placed him on the ceremonial table. Grandmaster Wolf slowly stripped him down to his underwear before surveying him like a work of art. It was at this point that the Grandmaster removed his mask and Marcus was able to see him for the first time. The sight was unnerving. Wolf’s pale blue, sagacious eyes bore into the boy but revealed nothing. Marcus couldn’t tell if the Grandmaster was happy, angry or aroused. His auburn hair almost looked like flames flickering in the candlelight. The expensive jewels on the rings on his fingers glinted hypnotically… Marcus was not expecting the Grandmaster to suddenly scoop him up in his arms and kiss him passionately. Marcus’ beautiful cock instantly started to bulge uncontrollably in his semi-see-through underpants and Wolf grabbed it seductively. Marcus’ lips melted into the Grandmaster’s and he started to buzz with an almost desperate desire for the older man. Marcus could feel Wolf’s giant dick, through the fabric of his suit trousers, pressing into him. He knew at that moment that he needed it inside him. Marcus was soon entirely naked and lying on his back on the table while the fully suited Grandmaster carefully positioned him in readiness for penetration. The older man slid his jacket off and pulled Marcus’ trembling hand to the bulge in his trousers. Marcus wasn’t sure he’d ever felt anything that size before. It was almost impossible to comprehend what he was feeling through the bulging fabric. He couldn’t imagine it would be possible to take it, but he knew he needed to try… Wolf’s giant dick was soon out of the fly of his pants and Marcus was able to wrap his palm around it. Even in the flesh, the Grandmaster’s manhood bewildered the boy, but when Wolf asked if he wanted it inside him, there was only one possible answer… Marcus started to shake uncontrollably as Wolf pushed his large thumb into the boy’s tight hole. He told Marcus he was going to breed him and, seconds later, he was lining up his massive weapon with the boy’s hole. The boy bravely took a deep breath - entirely unsure how the encounter was going to play out. At that moment it seemed like there was only one plausible outcome; his hole was going to be torn apart… The Grandmaster certainly knew how to get the boy twitching. He dipped his fingers into a vat of Persian oil and drizzled the residue onto the boy’s hole. Marcus could feel the cool oil dripping down into his crack. And then, just like that, the Grandmaster started to push himself inside. He went real slow to begin with. He could tell Marcus was nervous and tight as all hell, but, inch-by-inch, he fed his meat into the boy. Marcus’ hole was almost clamped shut to begin with, but, with every imperceptible, tiny thrust, it started to open up and then grip itself steadfastly around the Grandmaster’s dick. And then the fucking began. Marcus groaned in deep, deep satisfaction. If anyone at that moment had asked how he felt, he would have answered “complete”. It was almost as though his life had led him step-by-step to this life-changing moment. The moment when he finally understood that his purpose was to serve a man who epitomized masculinity like Grandmaster Wolf. That a man like that should desire him in return was the cherry on the cake. Marcus knew he would walk out of that room feeling a foot taller. By now, Wolf was far inside him, pushing his enormous meat nut-deep into the boy’s begging hole with increasing force and passion. Waves of pleasure crashed through both men’s bodies. Pre-cum poured out of the tip of Marcus’ dick. They stared into each other’s eyes, both feeling a profound sense of destiny. Wolf grabbed Marcus’ ball sack real tight, sending shivers of pain through his body. Marcus, now completely over-stimulated, started to jerk himself, desperate on one hand for release, yet, on the other, desperate for the experience not to end. But Marcus knew that Wolf was eventually gonna fuck the cum out of him. And sure enough, an intense, orgasmic sensation started to build in his gut and then came roaring through his body like a high speed train. The orgasm was so extraordinary that it felt almost internal. Wolf could feel Marcus’ ass muscles rippling up and down his dick as the boy shot his load. It got him so turned on, he started to pound Marcus with a near brutal force, spraying a huge, wet load deep into the boy which gushed out of him uncontrollably as he pulled out.
8. Second Anointing 19mn
Marcus always takes a deep breath to steady his nerves before walking into one of the formal rooms. He’s never quite sure what, or who to expect inside. When he saw Grandmaster Savage in his pure white suit standing in front of the ceremonial table, his heart started pounding really fast. Marcus had had very few dealings with Savage and didn’t know how to act around him, but when he was ordered, quite abruptly and aggressively, to sit on the altar, he started to feel anxious. Savage started to strip almost immediately. There was something almost clinical about the way he went about his business, but, when he knelt down to gently rub ceremonial oils into Marcus’ feet, the power dynamic changed considerably. Marcus liked the sensation of being anointed. He loved the feeling of the Grandmaster’s slippery hands seductively skating across the soles of his feet. It tickled a little, but also felt comforting and arousing… And if there’s one thing that Marcus had learned during his time with the Brotherhood, it’s that he was never to feel ashamed of sexual arousal. Savage then instructed Marcus to get on all fours on the altar before tapping him with his oil-covered fingers, with great precision, in various significant bodily locations; temples, ears, eyes, nose, mouth… The boy was soon stripped semi-naked so that his torso could be massaged. He was surprised that the warm oils made him shudder. He couldn’t tell if he was shaking with fear, or excitement. He concluded it was the latter. There was something deeply alluring about Grandmaster Savage. He had such piercing eyes, which peered into Marcus’ soul, seemingly knowing everything about him without needing to be asked. Savage moved from Marcus’ front to his back, systematically coating every part of the boy’s smooth body with the musky-scented oils. Savage turned his attention to Marcus’ butt cheeks, which he began to bite erotically. Marcus’ body was his. Savage soon had his tongue inside the boy’s timid body, then several fingers, using huge streams of saliva to get him lubed up and ready for action. Marcus trembled as he felt the Grandmaster climbing onto the altar behind him. Savage was still in his underpants, but they were made of a see-through fabric, so when he thrust his erect dick between Marcus’ ass cheeks, the boy could feel the stickiness of the Grandmaster’s oozing pre-cum. Savage slowly pushed his undergarments down before drizzling large quantities of oil onto and into the boy’s twitching hole. Long strands of pre-cum dripped uncontrollably from the Grandmaster’s over-excited dick as he started to line himself up with his target. The Grandmaster slowly sank his large dick into Marcus’ oily ass, and within seconds, was banging him at full tilt, rock-hard cock slamming deep into the groaning, well-trained boy. Savage threw the apprentice onto his back and continued the onslaught. He was horny. The boy had excited him and he needed to shoot as soon as possible. He pulled out and blasted an abnormally large and thick load, which sprayed across Marcus’ torso, branding him with the Grandmaster’s special juices.