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March 14, 2024 | Full Length Video : 29min 32sec
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The ceremony of the Sacrament is an ancient ritual—one so shrouded in mystery that no one is quite sure of its origins. For many, many years, its secrets have been passed down orally. Its primary focus is to take an Apprentice beyond the zone of trust and submission into a space where he can feel deep fulfillment. Heart, mind, and body are stimulated, and there are few more intense experiences both for him or for his Master.

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Apprentice Tate is nearing the end of his training. He’s been with us for some time and has become one of our most exciting trainees. Reading over his notes, it’s hard to imagine him as the wild child he once was. He’s become one of our most conscientious and obedient Apprentices and his future within The Order looks to be golden. Sure, there are still some minor creases to iron out. He has a tendency not to do up the top button of his shirt. It sounds petty, but this behavior implies either carelessness or defiance and it will not be tolerated.

As is customary, I wore the mask of the Witch Doctor, standing behind the Apprentice and delicately running my hands up and down his body until every one of his senses were activated. I could see in his slate-blue eyes that he desired me and that my touch was gradually sending him into a frenzy of lust. I undid one of his shirt buttons and thrust my large hand against his chest, allowing it to drift down to his belly.

I removed my mask and he held his breath as I undid his purple tie, the back of which, I noted, was covered in flecks of dried semen. A wave of anticipation was plainly surging through his body which made my cock twitch. The Sacrament ceremony requires a Master to practice the art of deep restraint, which is no easy task. As the Apprentice becomes aroused it becomes increasingly difficult for the Master to hold back, but it is vital to do so to prevent an inappropriate power reversal.

Once his tie and shirt had been fully removed, I pushed up his undershirt and made skin-on-skin contact with his pale, well-defined chest. I allowed my hand to wander south, under his belt and then between his legs, grasping his rock-hard dick in my hand. I pulled his head back and contemplated kissing his soft, ruby red lips. But it was too soon, so I focused instead on his nipples, which hardened to my touch as his skin broke out into glorious goosebumps. Still fully suited and booted, I pressed my groin into his backside. The sensation was thrilling and prompted me to gently lick his lips before kissing him with great passion.

I carefully undid his belt and tossed it aside. It made a metallic clatter as it hit the floor. I then unzipped his fly, scooping his hands up and forcing them behind his back as I carefully exposed his beautiful penis. As I slowly ran my hand up and down his shaft, he began to whimper. I whispered in his ear, ordering him to stay still as I slowly stroked his dick. It instantly became clear that I needed to taste the pre-cum which was forming in his piss-slit, so I allowed my lips to slide up and down his dick, while using my tongue to tease out his sweet nectar. I stood again, telling him how proud I was of him. I’ve never spoken a truer set of words.

I pushed him over the bench and removed my suit jacket before rolling up my sleeves. His ass looked so enticing; smooth, round, peach-like. I immediately sank my tongue into it, using copious amounts of saliva to lubricate it before fingering it thoroughly, pushing my thumb down towards his prostate until he was gasping with excitement.

His ass was opening up like a flower, so I pushed him onto his back on the bench, threw his legs apart, then stood between them. I began hastily unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my dick out of my suit trousers, teasing his hole with my giant tip.

It didn’t take much to get my dick inside him. I gently squeezed his neck with my hand to distract him while I slid in, enjoying the look of ecstatic surprise on his face. I fucked him real slow to begin with, turning him onto his side so that his ass felt even tighter on my dick.

I pulled out and got him to stand up with one knee up on the bench, facing away from me. It was in this position that I was able to begin to increase the pace and intensity of my strokes. I was soon banging him with full force. He grunted like a true slut as I went harder and deeper. I could feel the cum rising, and tried to hold off, but I’d passed the point of no return.

I had to shoot. I pulled out and exploded all over his back. The semen flew all the way up to his shoulder blades and gushed down his spine. I immediately re-entered him, and used my fingers to smear my cum into his face as I pushed the rest of what I’d squirted into him. We kissed. It was a kiss which told him quite how well he’d done and how much I’d enjoyed this Sacrament.

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Director: Brian Fitzgibbons, Foxtrot
Producer: Legrand Wolf
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MASTER STONE

Master Stone has broad shoulders and chiseled physique that exude raw power and grace. His most distinctive features are his silver hair and (in striking contrast against) his tanned skin, giving him an air of timeless elegance. Piercing steely eyes leave those who meet his gaze unsettled and intrigued.

In the corridors of high society, Master Stone remains a respected but distant figure, always observing, always calculating. As a wealthy and influential man, he spends his days partaking in opulence. But his true identity lies within the clandestine world of The Order, an exclusive and elusive occult society. In this shadowy organization, he navigates through arcane rituals and ancient knowledge, with power and influence that stretch far beyond the realm of what most men will ever be privileged enough to know of.

His wealth opens doors, but it's his association with The Order that makes him truly revered. Master Stone's specialty lies in the art of hypnotic interrogation, a skill honed within and used extensively in his tasks under The Order. He delves into the minds of boys currently under ordainment, unraveling their secrets locked deep within.

Played by Dillon Stone
APPRENTICE TATE

Hazel-eyed Apprentice Tate is both beautiful and has an air of steely determination. Some within The Order have suggested he could be too arrogant to be trained effectively. Wild as this stallion may be, however, his lithe body still craves to be the dominion of older, larger men. And there's plenty of strong men within The Order that love to break in challenging apprentices...

Played by Ethan Tate
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Apprentice Tate

Apprentice Tate: Chapters
1. Atonement 32mn
Walking into that dark, cold, candlelit room was probably the most intimidating thing I’ve ever done. I had no idea how big the room actually was. It was just an expanse of darkness. The ceilings were tall and it smelled of damp and woodsmoke, and the expensive scents of the three, masked, suited men who were sitting on antique chairs in front of me. One of the men stood up. His mask covered most of his face and I couldn’t tell who it was. I could see that he was thick set and that he had a reddish beard. I was also aware that he was making me feel uneasy but I was inexplicably drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame… He encouraged me to drink some sort of liquid from an ornate glass vessel. My mouth was incredibly dry and I was grateful for the moisture. He turned me around and pressed himself into my back. His aftershave made me light-headed; it seemed to engulf me in a bubble of sensuality. He delicately ran his hands over my chest and stomach and then down towards my groin. The gesture made me gasp and I could feel my penis stiffening. Then, just like that, he sat back down again, leaving me alone in the middle of the room, not sure what to do and wondering if I’d displeased him in some way. At that point, the two other men stood and pulled a giant piece of black fabric away from the top of a long, low table. A series of pegs of increasing sizes had been attached to it. I remember thinking how much they looked like erect penises and, as the thought occurred to me, my body froze as I realized what was about to happen. At that moment, all three men pulled their masks off. I instantly recognised one of them as Master Barrett. I’d seen him around the complex on numerous occasions and always gotten tongue-tied with him because he’s so unbelievably handsome! The stocky guy who’d pressed himself up against me was Grandmaster Marko. We’d never met in person, but I’d seen his photograph in a pamphlet which introduced the apprentices to two new leaders. Master Barrett stood up again and walked over to me, turning me around and thrusting his body into my back just as Marko had done. He started to undo the buttons on my shirt and a rush of excitement swept through my body like a tidal wave. He undid my tie and tossed it onto a chair and then continued to undress me as my heart thumped with anticipation. He carefully undid my belt and pushed my pants to the ground. At that moment, Barrett stepped aside. Grandmaster Marko returned and started to feel my body with his giant hands, pushing my underpants down and exposing my erect dick, his warm breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck. He told me to move to the head of the table and pulled out a tray with metal bottles on it. I instinctively knew that they were filled with oils which would be used to lubricate the pegs I’d expected to sit on. And sure enough, Master Barrett did just that and I walked across to it as casually as I could, attempting to disguise the pure terror that I was feeling. The first peg, as it turned out, wasn’t that large and it slipped into me without a huge amount of discomfort. Grandmaster Marko instructed me to grind myself up and down on it and the sensation was actually remarkably pleasurable. I looked him straight in the eye, imagining I was riding his dick. The look on his face informed me that he knew exactly what I was thinking and, furthermore, that he approved. Master Barrett stood over me and grabbed my dick with his oil-covered hands before moving on to prepare the next peg, which was a little larger than the first. I stood and lowered myself down onto it. The sensation of it entering my body sent shivers down my spine and forced me to grit my teeth a little but, again, once I’d lowered myself all the way down, it felt fairly comfortable and more than a little exciting. In fact, my dick was rock hard, despite the whole thing also feeling weird and scary and more than a little bit humiliating. The feeling of Master Barrett standing so close to me as I rode the peg, touching me so seductively, made everything feel mind-blowingly amazing. I lowered myself down onto the third peg with considerably less comfort. It still felt pretty good inside me, but I could tell it was pushing my limits and as I continued to the fourth, desperate to please, I was worrying that the fifth would pretty much tear me apart. Nevertheless, I continued to look across at Grandmaster Marko with utter defiance in my eyes - almost daring him to tell me he didn’t think I was capable of doing it. He stood up and walked towards me, scooping me into his enormous arms and running his hands over my big, oil-covered cock before kissing me erotically and tenderly… like a true lover. I literally melted into his lips. I wanted him more at that moment than I’ve wanted any man in my life, and when he pushed his finger into my ass, I wanted every part of him inside me. I wanted to yield to him, to give myself entirely to him, to let him have me in whichever ways he wanted to take me. I would have done anything for him. He started to undress in front of me and I fumblingly undid his shirt to show him that I felt submissive. We continued to kiss passionately until he was fully naked. I dropped to my knees and started to suck his huge dick. He was hard in an instant and I felt really pleased to have made such a powerful and important man feel so excited. I tried hard to get his entire penis into my mouth but it made me choke. He made a lot of satisfied noises though, and encouraged me to continue, grabbing the back of my head and pushing himself deep into my hungry throat until the whole thing vanished inside me. Then he pushed me against the table so that I was presenting my ass to him. Within seconds he’d dropped to his knees and had started to use his giant tongue to lick me out. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. My hole literally opened up for him, twitching uncontrollably for his dick. Then he stood and pushed his cock into me. It was every bit as big as the last peg I’d sat down on, but the pleasure was so much more intense. It felt like my hole had been built for his beautiful dick. I loved the sensation of it grinding into me. It made me feel complete. I felt like I suddenly knew my purpose. He went harder and harder. I could see Master Barrett and the other guy watching and rubbing their dicks through their suit pants but for now I only had feelings for Grandmaster Marko. I was his boy and his boy alone. He told me he was close before pulling out, jerking for a few seconds and then thrusting himself back in again - at which point I felt the cascade of semen flowing into my body like a river in a flood. He was rewarding me. That impressive, beautiful man had given me his seed. And I knew that I would never be the same again.
2. The Interview 27mn
Apprentice Tate is considered something of a wild card by many of the other Masters. No one would deny that the boy is both beautiful and has an air of steely determination, but some have suggested he could be too arrogant to be trained effectively. He was given a sharp atonement as a warning, but appeared to take the whole thing in stride. They passed him on to me to see if I could get through to him with a different approach. Within seconds of his walking into the interview, I was frustrated. The Boy is stunning, what with his watery, ice-blue eyes and not a hair out of place. Yet, he opted to present himself to me with his tie loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. Call me petty, but it’s exactly these sorts of minor details which indicate disrespect for our authority. There was also something about the boy’s demeanor which got my back up. Usually these Apprentices turn up for their interviews looking utterly terrified, and this can trigger a fairly paternalistic response from me. However, on the rare occasions that I find a boy sitting opposite me who’s literally brimming with hubris, a very different Master Snow emerges… As I cycled through a series of what should be fairly disarming personal questions, I could tell that Apprentice Tate was merely pretending to be uncomfortable. This forced me to instantly cut to the chase, demanding that he remove his clothes. He feigned surprise, but the moment he stood up and suggestively tinkered with his belt, I realized that he was attempting to play me. At that moment my strategy became clear. This boy knew that he was powerfully attractive. His arrogance stemmed from the fact that he rarely encountered men who didn’t want him. What the young Apprentice had not yet experienced in his life, though, was desire for someone else… I instantly feigned profound disinterest in him, but removed my jacket so that he could get a sense of the shape of my body underneath my well-tailored shirt. He dropped his pants and revealed a pair of surprisingly muscular legs. All members of The Order, Masters included, are expected to wear special undergarments. They are designed to hug the body like a second layer of skin and are semi-see-through so that sex is never far from our minds. Through the gossamer fabric of his boxer trunks, I could see an impressive tattoo on his thigh, another sure indication that this boy wasn’t a run-of-the-mill apprentice. He’s plainly a wild child with something of a past which, at some stage, will need to be investigated. It will almost certainly prove to be an important tool in his taming… He flashed me a loaded look which revealed growing interest in me, and in my body. When I returned the glance with one of indifference, I knew the power was now in my hands and, furthermore, that this young man was going to make a very fine Apprentice. I informed him that I was going to restrain him, and rolled up my shirt sleeves to reinforce the sense of unease he was plainly experiencing. I sat him down on the chair and secured his hands firmly behind his back before sitting next to him and pulling my chair up close to intimidate him. I continued with my line of questioning, aloofly asking him increasingly intimate questions until I could sense that his penis was beginning to grow. The swelling increased considerably when I placed a hand on the inside of his thigh and began to caress him. For the longest time, he continued to insist that he wasn’t turned on by men, but as his penis began to twitch and dance underneath the sheer fabric, he realized the pretense was over. At that moment, I saw genuine vulnerability in his eyes. I ran my hand up and down his chest, brushing his nipples seductively with the back of my finger until he was gasping. The boy may have comfortably endured being used sexually, but he’d plainly never experienced sensuality with another man, and I could tell that it was blowing his mind. His large dick was now fully erect, begging to be released from the cage of his underpants. I teased him mercilessly, instructing him repeatedly to admit that he was aroused by my touch. He eventually sighed deeply and acknowledged his arousal. Finally, the barriers were broken. He asked if what he was feeling was wrong. I refused to answer. I pulled his dick out of the fly of his garments and took a few moments to marvel at its size. I complimented him on his body—if only I could have climbed into his head and experienced the rush of conflicting thoughts which were plainly bouncing about in his brain! It felt like a good time to engage my mouth—first by gently licking his nipples and then by tenderly kissing his stomach. I looked into his eyes and saw red-hot lust and a deep desire to kiss me. I denied him, for now. Instead, I sucked his dick. This was a new experience for him, clearly. I knew he’d been fucked by the Masters in the frenzy of carnal mayhem which had taken place during his anointment, but it seemed the boy had never been pleasured orally, at least not by someone who knew what they were doing! He instantly started moaning and gasping uncontrollably. I pulled his garment bottoms down and pushed his shirt up so that he was as good as naked, his heaving, milky-white chest exposed to the air. I pulled one of his ankles onto my thigh, so that he was spreading his legs obscenely. I licked my finger and pushed it into his beautiful hole, pleasuring every inch of his now-vulnerable body, watching every last drop of arrogance flowing from him. I started to suck him off again with some degree of vigor, my finger now lodged deep inside his hole. Fucking him would have been a big mistake; he needed to want me with every fiber of his body before he was granted that particular honor. I did use a dildo on him, though, just to give him the sensation of what he could eventually expect if he played his cards right. The intensity of what I did to him pushed him right over the edge. I encouraged him to take his dick and jerk himself off. He lasted a few minutes maximum. He exploded; ribbons of thick semen flew from the head of his dick and rolled down his thigh. I licked the tip of his penis before taking the whole thing into my mouth to clean it up, leaving him shuddering uncontrollably, desperate for more. And more he would get because the young Apprentice is undeniably special. At that moment I kissed him for the first time. It was meant to be a reward for him. But, I enjoyed it, too...
3. The Calling 31mn
I called Apprentice Tate into my office and instructed him to sit across the table from me. Though he was nervous, as indicated by his dilated eyes and fidgeting hands, he tried as hard as he could to play it cool. Reading through the notes, it’s clear that the general consensus amongst the Masters here is that this Apprentice is something of a wild card. Words like “arrogant”, “haughty”, and “difficult”’ frequently appear in write-ups about him. My initial impression certainly concurs with these views: He looked disheveled, what with his top button undone and his shirt and trousers unacceptably unpressed. He was undoubtedly going to be a challenge. Fortunately, I like challenges… I immediately stamped my authority on the proceedings. I made him refer to me as Sir, and adopted a somewhat stern demeanor as I quizzed him about his proclivities. It was fascinating to me that he was still claiming not to be attracted to men—his experience with Master Snow having categorically proved the opposite. I told him to stand, and I handed him a ceremonial vessel to drink from. Less-than-exemplary styling choices aside, the boy is tall and exceedingly handsome. I found myself instantly and strongly aroused by him. I stood up and removed my suit jacket. I wanted him to observe the beautifully tailored vest that I was wearing, and to get a sense of the importance of attention to detail when it comes to choosing clothes and dressing oneself. As I walked around him, touching him gently, I wondered if my initial thoughts had been formed too hastily. Up close, he seemed far more vulnerable. I sensed in him a desire to please. Perhaps Apprentice Tate possessed the skills to become a faithful member of the order after all? I certainly enjoyed touching the soft, smooth skin on his face. He continued his attempt to maintain an air of aloofness, but I could sense his excitement. I gently ran my hand down his body—over his stomach and around to his ass. His breathing hastened as he began to tingle with lustful anticipation. I undid his tie really slowly before unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes were suddenly alive with desire. I took a step back and undid my vest. He needed to know that I had expectations, and that his duty was to please me as much as he would be pleasured by me. I removed my tie and shirt so that the two of us appeared equal. I’ll confess: I’ve rarely felt such a powerful interest in an Apprentice, and, as a result, I allowed the dynamic to change between us. I stood behind him and undid his pants, letting them fall to the ground, before instructing him to get onto the desk and present his ass to me. He had a beautiful butt; it was firm, round, and muscular, and it screamed to be penetrated. As I fondled it through his garments, I felt my dick dancing and twitching uncontrollably. I took his head in my hand and kissed him passionately. His lips were soft, full, and innocent. He was a wonderful kisser. I undid my pants and started to rim his ass. I had an overwhelming sense, as if the will of The Order had taken direct hold of me, that it was my responsibility to take his virginity, so I pulled him down from the desk and encouraged him to lean over it. I continued to eat him out, not just to make sure that he was physically ready to take his first cock but to give him time to mentally prepare for it. I stood up again and lined my big dick up with his hole. I’m a good eight inches long, which was probably not an ideal size for a first-timer, but a Master's needs must be met and I was soon thrusting my raw penis into his quivering body. He took it surprisingly well; I managed to get my entire length into him in one fairly swift movement. I held still inside him for a few seconds before starting to pump in and out. His ass felt incredible. It was so tight, yet my dick seemed to fit into it like a hand in a well-made glove. I got him onto his back so that I could look into his beautiful, pale blue eyes as I pounded him. His face wore every emotion and sensation so clearly; he obviously desired me as much as I desired him. We locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity, and crazy thoughts bounced around in my brain. Was this the most intense fuck of my life? Had I always been destined to take this Apprentice’s virginity? I knew that in the cold light of day, these thoughts would dissipate, but in that moment they felt intense and real, and they brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I started pumping harder than ever, slamming my dick in and out until I exploded deep inside him, filling his guts with my DNA. I grabbed his erect dick and started to jerk it. He wrapped his hands around mine before taking over the jacking. Within seconds, jets of semen were flying from the tip of his tool and coating his stomach in a creamy puddle of satisfaction. I sucked his dick dry before kissing him again. This Apprentice is special. And, at least for the time being, he’s all mine.
4. Anointing 32mn
Apprentice Tate’s reputation precedes him. He’s a wild child who requires very careful handling, but if one is patient and firm, the results can be spectacular. When the creases of his arrogant youthfulness are finally ironed out, it’s thought among the masters, this Apprentice is destined for great things. Over the past few months, the general consensus is that he’s turned a corner and has started to take his Apprentice role seriously. He’s certainly one of the most handsome boys that has passed through The Order, so when I was called to oversee his anointing, I felt a genuine rush of excitement. Anointing a young man is a most profoundly sensual experience. I love the sensation of warm oil dripping from my fingertips, and the deep eroticism associated with running it enticingly across a boy’s forehead and over his lips. I’m always excited by the way that an Apprentice shivers as I work my slippery hands down his soft body, whispering gently in his ear until he’s rock-hard and throbbing with nervous, lust-fuelled desire. What made the seduction of Apprentice Tate even more rewarding, however, was the looks of pure desire he was throwing me throughout the ritual. Those part-innocent, part-all-knowing rich, blue eyes were making it absolutely clear that he intended to yield to me in a spectacular manner. I found myself falling to my knees and tenderly kissing the tip of his swollen penis. It rapidly made its way into my mouth and my lips were soon sliding up and down its shaft. I flung my suit jacket off and undid my tie and shirt, never taking my eyes off the boy, whose face reddened uncontrollably as beads of sweat began to prickle on his forehead. I pulled him into me and teased him with my lips for some time. He held his breath in anticipation, knowing that the kiss he wanted so badly could only be initiated by his Master. They say the best things come to those who wait, and by God were his lips worth waiting for: cool, soft, puckered. We kissed with passion previously unknown to us both. At that moment I doubt either of us could have imagined wanting anything more. I ordered him to get down onto all fours as I slowly unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. I gave him a stern look which reminded him I was in control and that he’d be required to submit fully to me. I squatted behind him and languidly ran my hand up and down his back before turning my attention to his peachy little ass. My tongue felt so good gliding over his tight butt. The boy has one of the prettiest holes I’ve ever encountered. I couldn’t wait to get inside it. I asked if he was ready for me to press forward and received an affirmative so immediately that it felt like it was reflexive. I lined myself up against him and pushed my bare cock deep into his quivering body. His ass twitched repeatedly as I fucked it. He gripped my cock with his internal muscles, sending ripples of pure pleasure up and down the shaft. I got really deep and started to bang him with considerable force before calming things down to keep him very firmly on his toes. I ordered him onto his back so that I could stare into his beautiful face as I rutted the fuck out of him. I wrapped my hand around his throat and pounded him with force, constantly wondering how long I was gonna be able to last, feeling the semen rising steadily in my balls. I needed to cum inside him. Eventually, I exploded with the force of an atom bomb. I felt my load gushing into him, filling every last crevice. It’s difficult to imagine how an encounter could have been any more thrilling and I look forward with great excitement to taking him even further…
5. The Covenant 35mn
Apprentice Tate has caused quite the stir among the Masters here. When he’s called up for one of the ceremonies there’s always quite the fight to decide who’s going to officiate. You see, boys don’t get much more perfect than Apprentice Tate. He’s conscientious, hard-working, and oh-so-sexy. He used to be quite the wild child, but we’ve all played a hand in properly training him. We like our boys to maintain elements of their natural personality so he’s still a little rebellious, but that just makes him a dream to seduce. From the moment he crawled into the room in his ceremonial robe, I knew we were going to have fun. My dick instantly sprung to life in my suit pants and started screaming to be unleashed. I instructed the boy to wash me, looking somewhat smugly over my shoulder towards Master Snow who’d been forced to play second-fiddle to me on this occasion. I’ll be honest: my relationship with Master Snow is complicated. A large part of me finds the man arrogant beyond words. He seems to have this sexual power over anyone he comes into contact with, which, I suspect, is triggered by an air of almost complete aloofness--and, of course, a dick the size of a small continent! But then there’s always this little part of me which is utterly drawn in by him. If I could pick any Master in the order to be with, I would, hands down and without question, choose him. Pathetic isn’t it? Life can be complicated--even when you’re a Master. Anyway, Apprentice Tate carried out his duties to perfection. His task today was to demonstrate his servitude by washing my feet, and he did this with a deeply sensuous touch, glancing up at me from time-to-time with a seductive half smile, daring me to fall for him. I got him to his feet and removed my suit jacket before turning to face him, running my fingers gently over the pleats in his gown and then onto his porcelain white, feather-soft skin. Our eyes never left each other. We were locked and lost in a swirling mass of sexual energy. I loosened my tie and pushed my nose against his, savoring his beautiful, sweet, youthful aroma, desperate to kiss him, but knowing that the true power lay in delaying doing so. I stood behind the boy, carefully pulling his robe to the side to expose his ever-swelling member then removed my tie. The fabric squeaked as I pulled it from my neck and a blast of scent burst from underneath my crisp, white collar. I removed my shirt and turned to face him again. One more look into those beautiful hazel eyes was all it took to realize I couldn’t hold off from kissing him any longer. I pushed my mouth against his, so softly and gently. It felt as though a butterfly had landed on my lips. I pulled away and fell to my knees. I couldn’t bring myself to look across at Master Snow. I knew it would be uncomfortable for him to witness a Master kneeling in front of an Apprentice, but I couldn’t help myself; Apprentice Tate’s beauty had entranced me. I stood again, slowly getting back to authority and dominance. It was utterly silent but for the sound of the boy’s breathing, which became increasingly labored as his desire for me increased. I undid the tie on his robe and allowed the fabric to slide off his shoulders and drift to the floor as I sank to my knees. I started to suck him, taking his meat to the back of my throat and almost swallowing him whole until he was shaking in a state of ecstasy. I looked across at Master Snow. I wanted him to see what good head I gave. For some reason, at that moment, I needed him to desire me as much as he desired young Apprentice Tate. The time had come to switch it up with the boy. I sat down on the bed expectantly. Apprentice Tate obediently fell to his knees, and gently relieved me of my underwear before starting to work his magic. The boy certainly knew how to deep throat. We have, of course, taught him well--but he has an instinct for pleasuring a man which is utterly inherent. I’ve seldom felt such a powerful rush of sexual excitement. It felt so natural to move things onto the next stage. I lay back on the bed, pulling him with me and, within seconds, he was attempting to lower himself down onto my dick. I heard Master Snow walking towards us, then felt his hand on my cock, slowly guiding it in. Master Snow then began to undress himself. As my dick drove in-and-out of Apprentice Tate’s tight hole, I could hear the enticing sounds of the Master removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He was soon running his hands over Apprentice Tate’s body, forming a fist around the boy’s dick and jerking him off. I flung the young Apprentice onto his back and Master Snow held the boy’s legs. The Apprentice groaned loudly as I reentered him. In the position we were now in, I was able to alternate my glance from the Apprentice to Master Snow. Each view seemed more erotic and beautiful than the previous one. Apprentice Tate suddenly began to run his hands up and down Master Snow’s chest and I immediately found myself engorged by jealousy. The boy needed to be mine. His focus needed to be on me and only me. I could not allow him to be drawn in by Master Snow’s mystical charms. At that moment, something came over me and I began to bang the Apprentice like a demon possessed. He started to grunt and gasp as I flung myself in and out of him with crazed brutality. Master Snow looked up at me. I could tell he was impressed. He was so sexy with his shirt undone, his pants unzipped and the boy’s head nestling between the Master’s giant thighs. And then Apprentice Tate was suddenly on all-fours with me pounding him from behind. Master Snow stood in front and carefully pulled his giant dick out of his pants. Of course it soon found its way into the Apprentice’s mouth but I didn’t care. Master Snow looked at me again. He smiled. I smiled back. The moment was intense. Beautiful. I slowed down again—imagining I was pumping my big raw dick into Master Snow, imagining I was about to fire my sticky spunk into his asshole. I suddenly felt myself pounding Apprentice Tate with supreme force and realized that the semen was rising uncontrollably in my balls. Seconds later, I exploded into him. The spunk literally cascaded out of me, deep into the boy’s ass. And then, just like that, we were done.
6. The Sacrament 30mn
The ceremony of the Sacrament is an ancient ritual—one so shrouded in mystery that no one is quite sure of its origins. For many, many years, its secrets have been passed down orally. Its primary focus is to take an Apprentice beyond the zone of trust and submission into a space where he can feel deep fulfillment. Heart, mind, and body are stimulated, and there are few more intense experiences both for him or for his Master. Apprentice Tate is nearing the end of his training. He’s been with us for some time and has become one of our most exciting trainees. Reading over his notes, it’s hard to imagine him as the wild child he once was. He’s become one of our most conscientious and obedient Apprentices and his future within The Order looks to be golden. Sure, there are still some minor creases to iron out. He has a tendency not to do up the top button of his shirt. It sounds petty, but this behavior implies either carelessness or defiance and it will not be tolerated. As is customary, I wore the mask of the Witch Doctor, standing behind the Apprentice and delicately running my hands up and down his body until every one of his senses were activated. I could see in his slate-blue eyes that he desired me and that my touch was gradually sending him into a frenzy of lust. I undid one of his shirt buttons and thrust my large hand against his chest, allowing it to drift down to his belly. I removed my mask and he held his breath as I undid his purple tie, the back of which, I noted, was covered in flecks of dried semen. A wave of anticipation was plainly surging through his body which made my cock twitch. The Sacrament ceremony requires a Master to practice the art of deep restraint, which is no easy task. As the Apprentice becomes aroused it becomes increasingly difficult for the Master to hold back, but it is vital to do so to prevent an inappropriate power reversal. Once his tie and shirt had been fully removed, I pushed up his undershirt and made skin-on-skin contact with his pale, well-defined chest. I allowed my hand to wander south, under his belt and then between his legs, grasping his rock-hard dick in my hand. I pulled his head back and contemplated kissing his soft, ruby red lips. But it was too soon, so I focused instead on his nipples, which hardened to my touch as his skin broke out into glorious goosebumps. Still fully suited and booted, I pressed my groin into his backside. The sensation was thrilling and prompted me to gently lick his lips before kissing him with great passion. I carefully undid his belt and tossed it aside. It made a metallic clatter as it hit the floor. I then unzipped his fly, scooping his hands up and forcing them behind his back as I carefully exposed his beautiful penis. As I slowly ran my hand up and down his shaft, he began to whimper. I whispered in his ear, ordering him to stay still as I slowly stroked his dick. It instantly became clear that I needed to taste the pre-cum which was forming in his piss-slit, so I allowed my lips to slide up and down his dick, while using my tongue to tease out his sweet nectar. I stood again, telling him how proud I was of him. I’ve never spoken a truer set of words. I pushed him over the bench and removed my suit jacket before rolling up my sleeves. His ass looked so enticing; smooth, round, peach-like. I immediately sank my tongue into it, using copious amounts of saliva to lubricate it before fingering it thoroughly, pushing my thumb down towards his prostate until he was gasping with excitement. His ass was opening up like a flower, so I pushed him onto his back on the bench, threw his legs apart, then stood between them. I began hastily unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my dick out of my suit trousers, teasing his hole with my giant tip. It didn’t take much to get my dick inside him. I gently squeezed his neck with my hand to distract him while I slid in, enjoying the look of ecstatic surprise on his face. I fucked him real slow to begin with, turning him onto his side so that his ass felt even tighter on my dick. I pulled out and got him to stand up with one knee up on the bench, facing away from me. It was in this position that I was able to begin to increase the pace and intensity of my strokes. I was soon banging him with full force. He grunted like a true slut as I went harder and deeper. I could feel the cum rising, and tried to hold off, but I’d passed the point of no return. I had to shoot. I pulled out and exploded all over his back. The semen flew all the way up to his shoulder blades and gushed down his spine. I immediately re-entered him, and used my fingers to smear my cum into his face as I pushed the rest of what I’d squirted into him. We kissed. It was a kiss which told him quite how well he’d done and how much I’d enjoyed this Sacrament.
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