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Apprentice waters Chapter 1: the interview

Starring Felix Kamp and Jack Waters
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April 22, 2024 | Full Length Video : 26min 19sec

Sometimes you just gotta take a deep breath and walk out into the unknown. I’d wanted to become an Apprentice ever since finding an old, dusty book about The Order hidden on a secret shelf in the local library. That book kicked off a true adventure which eventually led to my being offered an interview.

Two years on from the very day that I’d discovered the book, I was sitting in a gleaming white room, waiting for… well, that was the part I didn’t know. Everything here is cloaked in such extreme mystery. Of course that aspect makes it all the more exciting, but, as I sat there, in that room filled with billowing linen curtains, reality came crashing in and my heart started to pound. No one knew where I was. Even I had no idea where I was. And, furthermore, I didn’t know what being an Apprentice was all about. I had no other option than to accept whatever was thrown at me.

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A man walked into the room. He was older, bearded, wearing glasses and he was impeccably dressed in a white shirt and tie. He spoke in a soft, yet authoritative accent, which to my ears sounded German. He told me he was about to ask a series of questions and that my task was merely to answer them truthfully, even if they made me uncomfortable.

I instantly felt myself blushing. My dad always told me that I had a guilty conscience. The man asked if I enjoyed the company of men. I said I did. It didn’t seem like such a crazy question. But then he asked if I’d ever touched myself without permission. I barely knew what he meant, but assumed he was talking about my dick. As it happened, I did not masturbate. I had been brought up to believe that it is, if not a sin, a distraction from my studies. He asked if I’d looked at pornography. Again, I was able to answer truthfully that I hadn’t. I avoid anything like that. I was raised to believe sex was something reserved for marriage and marriage only.

Then he started to insinuate that I was a homosexual and to be honest, I felt a little insulted. I couldn’t work out why he felt the need to ask such pointless questions. I am not a homosexual. I felt my face reddening as the questions continued—a mixture of embarrassment and anger. He asked if I was willing to prove that I wasn’t sexually attracted to men. I told him I had nothing to hide.

He instructed me to stand. Then he told me to undress. The request obviously made me feel uncomfortable. I wondered if it was appropriate, or possibly even advisable to refuse, and yet I found myself obediently standing up. There was something about his tone which made me feel the need to be compliant.

I loosened my tie. It felt a little humiliating. I undid the buttons of my shirt as slowly as I could, hoping he’d tell me he’d seen enough. But he allowed me to continue, his eyes boring into me impassively. I tried to hold his gaze, but I was too ashamed.

After removing my shirt, I brought my hands to my belt at which point he said “Stop.” Relief momentarily surged through my body. Then he brought his hands up to my belt and began to remove it himself. I froze. He unzipped my trousers. I held my breath. He brought his fingers up to my penis, squeezing it gently through my underwear. I tried to act nonchalant. Normally I would have punched any man who did anything like that to me, but… well, this was a test wasn’t I? He wanted to know if I was attracted to men and I suppose there are probably few better ways of finding out.

He turned me around and pushed my pants down, then ran his hands over my butt. It was like being hit by a sudden jolt of adrenaline. It sent a shockwave of pure sexual excitement ricocheting through my body, which went directly to my dick. I willed myself not to get hard. I willed myself. I tried to think about a million unsexy things, but by the time he’d turned me back around, I was hard as iron. I just couldn’t control it. I felt so profoundly embarrassed. I’m not attracted to men. He must have been tricking me somehow, and yet the more I looked at him, the harder I got. What the hell is wrong with me?

I was instructed to sit down again and he started to run his hands up and down my leg. Obviously I tried, rather pathetically, to cover my erection with my hand. He asked if I liked what he was doing and I felt obliged to tell the truth. What else was I gonna do?

Then he pulled my hands behind the chair and tied them together with some sort of rope. I instantly began to feel helpless and more than a little scared. He sat down next to me again and started to run the tips of his fingers over my penis, which, unsurprisingly, yet again, stiffened to his touch. I tried to control my breathing which had gone all shallow as the crazy excitement engulfed me. He pulled my dick out of the front of my underwear and also started to touch, then flick my nipples, wetting his fingers with saliva before running them over the tip of my dick, which started to leak a sort of clear liquid. I don’t know what he was doing to me, but it was kinda incredible.

Moments later, he leaned down and pumped oil onto his hand which he dripped onto my dick, creating an insanely slippery surface which felt awesome when he started to rub it. I heard myself gasping. I tried to suppress the noise, I really did, but it was no good. It came from the pit of my stomach and took me entirely by surprise. I felt so conflicted. I knew what was happening was wrong, but for some reason I didn’t want it to end.

He pulled me forward on the seat and spread my legs real wide, tickling my hole with his finger before untying me. I guess this was the next test. I was now free to push him away, or leave the space. Perhaps I should have, but I didn’t want to. He squirted more oil onto his fingers again and returned his attention to my ass, rubbing the slippery stuff over my hole which, by the way, was now twitching uncontrollably. Then he pushed one of his big fingers into me. It felt weird. It was uncomfortable but not painful and I guess I kind of liked the sensation.

He picked up a small black fabric bag and carefully eased its contents out. There was clear glass or plastic object inside which, rather suspiciously, was shaped like a penis. I instinctively knew that he wanted to push it into me and the thought was terrifying. It was three times the diameter of his finger and really not far off the size of my own penis. He sprayed it, and my dick, with a huge amount of oil before starting to push his finger into me again. Meanwhile, my entire body erupted into the shakes.

As predicted, he was soon pressing the glass object against my butt, slowly and more than patiently applying pressure until I felt my hole relaxing and beginning to open up. And then I felt it creeping into me. It hurt. It really hurt, but I felt my muscles gripping around it like a clamp and pulling it inside me. It was by far the most intense thing which has ever happened to me. I was rock-hard throughout. Harder than I’ve been in my life before. He started to rub my dick really hard. Up and down he went, sending me into a state of absolute ecstasy. I felt a prickling sensation in my balls which started to grow out of control. It was like there was a knot inside me which needed to be released somehow. My entire body went hot and began to tingle.

And then it happened. White liquid came shooting out of the tip of my penis, all over the Master’s hand and onto my belly. I knew instinctively that I had orgasmed.

And it felt real good.

Credits
Director:Brian Fitzgibbons, Foxtrot
Producer:Legrand Wolf
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MASTER KAMP

Master Kamp is a handsome man of great authority. A pillar in the community with a deep, booming voice and rugged good looks. He is known by all as a great man of character and true leader. But what most don't know about him is the power he holds in a secret, Masonic society.

Master Kamp is incredibly influential in helping guide young men to their full potential. He's very aware of their needs and their struggles, helping them traverse their own insecurities and anxieties by discovering the power of their own submission. Nothing makes him more proud than seeing a handsome, driven young man kneel and obey, putting the needs of his superiors before himself.

He's often tasked with interviewing young recruits to see if they have what it takes to be inducted into the secret society... a job he finds most rewarding.

Played by Felix Kamp
APPRENTICE WATERS

This super cute, curly-haired, blond boy brims with charm and confidence. But deep down, all he wants to do is please. His sheltered upbringing has given him more than an air of innocence and he genuinely believes that he’s not attracted to men. He is, of course, utterly deluded and this big-dicked, beautiful-bodied young man is nothing but a ticking time bomb waiting to explode impressively!

Played by Jack Waters
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Apprentice Waters: Chapters
1. The Interview 27mn
Sometimes you just gotta take a deep breath and walk out into the unknown. I’d wanted to become an Apprentice ever since finding an old, dusty book about The Order hidden on a secret shelf in the local library. That book kicked off a true adventure which eventually led to my being offered an interview. Two years on from the very day that I’d discovered the book, I was sitting in a gleaming white room, waiting for… well, that was the part I didn’t know. Everything here is cloaked in such extreme mystery. Of course that aspect makes it all the more exciting, but, as I sat there, in that room filled with billowing linen curtains, reality came crashing in and my heart started to pound. No one knew where I was. Even I had no idea where I was. And, furthermore, I didn’t know what being an Apprentice was all about. I had no other option than to accept whatever was thrown at me. A man walked into the room. He was older, bearded, wearing glasses and he was impeccably dressed in a white shirt and tie. He spoke in a soft, yet authoritative accent, which to my ears sounded German. He told me he was about to ask a series of questions and that my task was merely to answer them truthfully, even if they made me uncomfortable. I instantly felt myself blushing. My dad always told me that I had a guilty conscience. The man asked if I enjoyed the company of men. I said I did. It didn’t seem like such a crazy question. But then he asked if I’d ever touched myself without permission. I barely knew what he meant, but assumed he was talking about my dick. As it happened, I did not masturbate. I had been brought up to believe that it is, if not a sin, a distraction from my studies. He asked if I’d looked at pornography. Again, I was able to answer truthfully that I hadn’t. I avoid anything like that. I was raised to believe sex was something reserved for marriage and marriage only. Then he started to insinuate that I was a homosexual and to be honest, I felt a little insulted. I couldn’t work out why he felt the need to ask such pointless questions. I am not a homosexual. I felt my face reddening as the questions continued—a mixture of embarrassment and anger. He asked if I was willing to prove that I wasn’t sexually attracted to men. I told him I had nothing to hide. He instructed me to stand. Then he told me to undress. The request obviously made me feel uncomfortable. I wondered if it was appropriate, or possibly even advisable to refuse, and yet I found myself obediently standing up. There was something about his tone which made me feel the need to be compliant. I loosened my tie. It felt a little humiliating. I undid the buttons of my shirt as slowly as I could, hoping he’d tell me he’d seen enough. But he allowed me to continue, his eyes boring into me impassively. I tried to hold his gaze, but I was too ashamed. After removing my shirt, I brought my hands to my belt at which point he said “Stop.” Relief momentarily surged through my body. Then he brought his hands up to my belt and began to remove it himself. I froze. He unzipped my trousers. I held my breath. He brought his fingers up to my penis, squeezing it gently through my underwear. I tried to act nonchalant. Normally I would have punched any man who did anything like that to me, but… well, this was a test wasn’t I? He wanted to know if I was attracted to men and I suppose there are probably few better ways of finding out. He turned me around and pushed my pants down, then ran his hands over my butt. It was like being hit by a sudden jolt of adrenaline. It sent a shockwave of pure sexual excitement ricocheting through my body, which went directly to my dick. I willed myself not to get hard. I willed myself. I tried to think about a million unsexy things, but by the time he’d turned me back around, I was hard as iron. I just couldn’t control it. I felt so profoundly embarrassed. I’m not attracted to men. He must have been tricking me somehow, and yet the more I looked at him, the harder I got. What the hell is wrong with me? I was instructed to sit down again and he started to run his hands up and down my leg. Obviously I tried, rather pathetically, to cover my erection with my hand. He asked if I liked what he was doing and I felt obliged to tell the truth. What else was I gonna do? Then he pulled my hands behind the chair and tied them together with some sort of rope. I instantly began to feel helpless and more than a little scared. He sat down next to me again and started to run the tips of his fingers over my penis, which, unsurprisingly, yet again, stiffened to his touch. I tried to control my breathing which had gone all shallow as the crazy excitement engulfed me. He pulled my dick out of the front of my underwear and also started to touch, then flick my nipples, wetting his fingers with saliva before running them over the tip of my dick, which started to leak a sort of clear liquid. I don’t know what he was doing to me, but it was kinda incredible. Moments later, he leaned down and pumped oil onto his hand which he dripped onto my dick, creating an insanely slippery surface which felt awesome when he started to rub it. I heard myself gasping. I tried to suppress the noise, I really did, but it was no good. It came from the pit of my stomach and took me entirely by surprise. I felt so conflicted. I knew what was happening was wrong, but for some reason I didn’t want it to end. He pulled me forward on the seat and spread my legs real wide, tickling my hole with his finger before untying me. I guess this was the next test. I was now free to push him away, or leave the space. Perhaps I should have, but I didn’t want to. He squirted more oil onto his fingers again and returned his attention to my ass, rubbing the slippery stuff over my hole which, by the way, was now twitching uncontrollably. Then he pushed one of his big fingers into me. It felt weird. It was uncomfortable but not painful and I guess I kind of liked the sensation. He picked up a small black fabric bag and carefully eased its contents out. There was clear glass or plastic object inside which, rather suspiciously, was shaped like a penis. I instinctively knew that he wanted to push it into me and the thought was terrifying. It was three times the diameter of his finger and really not far off the size of my own penis. He sprayed it, and my dick, with a huge amount of oil before starting to push his finger into me again. Meanwhile, my entire body erupted into the shakes. As predicted, he was soon pressing the glass object against my butt, slowly and more than patiently applying pressure until I felt my hole relaxing and beginning to open up. And then I felt it creeping into me. It hurt. It really hurt, but I felt my muscles gripping around it like a clamp and pulling it inside me. It was by far the most intense thing which has ever happened to me. I was rock-hard throughout. Harder than I’ve been in my life before. He started to rub my dick really hard. Up and down he went, sending me into a state of absolute ecstasy. I felt a prickling sensation in my balls which started to grow out of control. It was like there was a knot inside me which needed to be released somehow. My entire body went hot and began to tingle. And then it happened. White liquid came shooting out of the tip of my penis, all over the Master’s hand and onto my belly. I knew instinctively that I had orgasmed. And it felt real good.
2. The Calling 37mn
To be honest, my world was pretty much turned upside down by Master Kamp. What happened during that interview filled my head with countless fundamental questions. Am I attracted to men or did he somehow play a trick on me? Was my interview to become an Apprentice successful, or did I mess things up by succumbing to his advances? I’m still here; I mean, haven’t been sent home—but I’m not sure what’s supposed to happen next. I’m in complete limbo. Or at least I was. I received my Calling two days ago. I had no idea what a calling was. Was I being called into the office because I’d fallen into temptation? Or did I do such a good job I get to take on the next stage of my journey within The Order? I spent so long getting myself ready. Worrying about my tie; is it too long or too short? Am I overthinking everything just to walk into Master Scott’s office to be told “thanks but no thanks?” I tapped on the door, shaking profusely. Master Scott called for me to enter. His office was warm and it smelled just like him, which I liked. Master Scott himself looked like he was here with a purpose. He looked strong and sexy, with graying hair and the sort of tidy-yet-oversized mustache that only men of a certain vintage can pull off. His suit was impeccable. Since arriving here at The Complex, I’ve realized Master Scott is the sexiest man I’ve ever met. I try not to dwell too much on that though; I wouldn’t want to unnecessarily open up that can of worms. Master Scott made me wait in silence while he went through my file. I spent a lot of time staring at the floor, waiting in anticipation of what he had to say. He eventually placed the file in a drawer in his desk and turned to speak. His voice was stern and authoritative. He used a lot of big words but from what I could gather, I’d been selected to advance into The Brotherhood as an Apprentice. This was the best news I’d heard since arriving but I didn’t want it to show in my face. He told me he was here to prepare me for his seed. He asked if I understood. I nodded and said yes because I didn’t want to look stupid. Then he instructed me to stand. I was asked to undress. You’d have thought, after the last time, that it would have seemed easier. I don’t know any world in which an apprentice would walk into a space and immediately be required to take their clothes off. I found myself doing as commanded, starting with my tie, somewhat amused by the irony of it having taken me so long to get right, only so I could remove it quickly, possibly without even being noticed. Was there something for me to learn there, too? I couldn’t stop shaking. The whole situation was making me feel incredibly uneasy, largely because I simply didn’t know what to expect. All I knew was that I wanted it to continue. After all, the shaking could be coming from a place of excitement rather than fear. Right? I took my shirt off and could feel his eyes taking in every inch of my body. I’ll confess: I really like being objectified like that. I go to the gym. I like to look good. I enjoyed being watched by Master Scott. I took my time undressing because I knew I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself. As I began to unbuckle my belt, he stopped me and took over; undoing the buttons on my pants and pulling them to the floor before touching my stomach with his own rugged yet gentle hands. Oh how I liked that part! Master Scott made me feel safe. The more he touched my torso, the more excited I felt. Maybe it was time to acknowledge that I am attracted to men. He removed my garment top and began to touch my naked flesh. I instantly broke out into goosebumps. I stared at his face, suddenly longing to press my lips against his, to feel his mustache ticking my upper lip. I knew that my dick was rock-hard and tenting in my garment bottoms, but I didn’t care. Master Scott clearly wanted me to be hard. He turned me around and set his attention on my butt. He told me to climb up onto his desk and display myself, entirely naked, on all fours. It felt a little strange with him still fully clothed, ordering me around like some prime piece of livestock but at the same time, I really liked it. I have worked hard on this body and it felt like he was appreciating that hard effort. His jacket came off, he pushed up his sleeves, and removed his glasses. I felt a quiver down my spine when his tongue touched my hole. As he continued, I felt pure pleasure ripple through my body. The further he pushed his tongue into my hole, the more intense the pleasure felt. I tried to speak but all I could do was moan in ecstacy. It felt so good. He pulled me off the table and pushed me to my knees. Then he began exploring my mouth with his thick fingers. I hoped he was making sure my mouth was ready for something else! Then he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled down his garments, revealing the most massive penis I have ever seen. I wanted to give it a taste so badly. I’ve never done that before. I didn’t really know what to do next but I followed that instinct. I wrapped my lips around his penis and slid them up and down his shaft, occasionally sucking, occasionally licking. I could tell by his moaning that I was doing a good job. He tastes so good; I took it too far into my mouth a few times and it made me gag. But, I liked making him feel good. Then he brought me to my feet and pushed me against the desk. I knew the moment had arrived. I never thought I’d be losing my virginity like this, but it was all my body wanted at this moment. I always assumed that I’d be pushing my dick into someone, and furthermore that this person would not also have a penis, and yet, here I was, wondering how on earth it would feel to take something so large inside me, panicking so hard that it would hurt like hell that my hole almost clamped itself shut. He started to rub the head of his dick against my opening. There was a lot of spit and oil down there; his cock felt really good sliding between my cheeks. There was a silence as he positioned his dick. I felt him starting to push. It instantly made me wince. There was surely no way he would be able to push that giant thing into something so tight. I wondered if I ought to have told him that I’d not done anything like this before, but I didn’t want to admit that to him. I didn’t want him to stop. So I focused all of my energy into staying relaxed despite the fact that I felt like I was being torn apart. Then I felt this sort of prickly wave coming over me and what was at first a confusing experience began to feel incredible. I felt myself calming down and enjoying the sensation of his big dick sliding in and out of me, twitching and throbbing with every thrust. He pulled out. I felt relieved and yet I wanted him back inside of me. He pushed me onto my back on the desk and raised my legs in the air, staring down at me as he thrust his cock back inside my now-relaxed hole. I liked looking at his face. I liked how he looked at me. He slowly started to pick up the pace and depth of his thrusts. As I winced, he checked that I was okay. I nodded, he continued; I felt safe with him. I just closed my eyes and allowed the alternate waves of pleasure and pain to ripple up and down my shivering body. He leaned down and pushed his lips against mine. It felt so wonderful to kiss him. So intimate. So intense. I loved that he wanted me and that I’d made him so hard. He smiled at me. I smiled back. I wanted him. I wanted his seed. He went faster and faster and started to groan, his manly-deep voice getting higher in pitch and then, all of a sudden, I felt his dick pulse deep inside me. His beautiful seed filled my guts, making me feel alive. Making me feel like a man.
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