Masonic Guys - Apprentice Oliver James - Chapter 2
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Apprentice James perceived the first-ever peg come in his nail hole with a fiery sting. He was not fairly well-prepped as he sat down on the glossy wooden bench, intimidated by the line of toys safely sealed to its surface. He looked into Master Cox’s eyes as he sat across the room, enthroned by a giant crimson tabouret and placed such that James could purrfectly and expectedly meet his gaze. He looked for a sign of Cox’s mercy, but it was clear that the aged fellow did not intend for him to stop. Sacrifice and firm work was part of every rite and ritual on the way to becoming a Master Mason. James knew this and accepted it. But it didn’t make the work any less challenging. Up until Master Legrand stuck his lengthy finger thru his sphincter, he’d never experienced the enjoyment of his nail hole reaming beyond his control. Now, he was investigating himself far beyond the demands of a single digit. Master Cox was a handsome fellow with summer-tanned skin and a dark mustache. He didn’t appear instantly threatening or intimidating. In fact, he had the look of a normal . Someone he might have faced in life. He could have been a teacher, an office manager, a boss, or even the dad of one of his friends. At any other moment, he might have disappeared in the background of his suburban life, another face in a sea of elders. But here, in the dark, ebony room of the temple, he was imbued with strength and authority that James had to recognize. As Apprentice James eased himself down, Master Cox’ face voiced something less than satisfaction. While James perceived like he was prodding himself, Master Cox seemed to interpret this as merely the molten up. And looking at what was to come, it was clear that the youthfull fellow was naive to sense like this was a challenge. Nevertheless, when the aged fellow ordered him to proceed to the next peg, the apprentice did so sans hesitation. While he perceived an heavy fever around his ears and cheeks and a rapid pulse beating within his heart, he did what he thought was demanded of him. As he moved down the line, James perceived himself becoming more and more acclimated to the stretching of his hole. The objects seemed to be a molten up for the one before it, much lighter to take on each level up. But whenever it seemed like he was hotwife the Order by not pressing firmly down against the bench, Master Fantana, a junior but identically handsome superior, stood beside him, well-prepped to press down on his shoulders and assure he was entirely engulfing the object. Master Fantana would periodically oil up the next peg, getting it well-prepped for the apprentice’s next step. He would fondle the excess on James’ body, making his smooth, alabaster skin sparkle in the dim light. It somehow made James warmer, covering his skin where it would otherwise be bare. The warmth made him more persistent to proceed while also giving a enjoyable look to his masters. Despite his resolve and determination to meet Master Cox’s expectations, his virgin nail hole could only take so much. The aged fellow was affected with how far he made it, but knew not to unveil that in any way. strength is only effective when it means discipline as well as reward. And for not rendezvous the expectations of the Order, Apprentice James would have to face the consequences. The youthfull fellow was placed on a giant crimson altar with his legs restrained up by the junior master. Fantana helped the boy into position, bringing his ass to the end of the ceremonial table and keeping his lower limbs restrained up and apart. Apprentice James was keenly aware that his well-used nail hole was out and presented, right at the height of Master Cox’s loins. The thought first-ever made him nervous. He was apparently in a position to be fucked. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and now, in the dark with these unusual men, he was going to have a once in a lifetime change. He perceived the urge to stop it, but he knew if he did, his entrance into the Order would be finished. As Master Cox eliminated his pants, he saw the mustachioed ’s hard, wiry chisel tucking out from beneath his undershirt. It was thick and throbbing, apparently excited by eyeing the apprentice work over his hole. Something about the familiarity of this stranger--his -next-door energy and coupled with unaware authority--made Apprentice James unexpectedly hard. devising this man--the coach, the banker, the , the husband, whoever he was in his real life--fucking him and packing him with his chisel sent a thrill in his body. He’d always concerned what his first-ever time would be like, and knowing the moment had come crammed him with excitement. Apprentice James thought there might be more ceremony and ritual to come, but to his surprise and delight, the aged fellow simply brought his nude chisel inbetween his cheeks and glided it deep into his body. It happened with a unexpected shock and a perceiving of pressure deep in his gut. And then that was that. Apprentice James was no longer a virgin. He looked up Master Cox, gazing into the eyes of the first-ever fellow to nail him. He knew he’d recall this moment for the rest of his life, so he attempted his finest to memorize everything. The hot, thick air of the room, dense with wish and perspiration. The slight beading of sweat building on the aged man’s brow. And the powerful, commanding, male way his face perved back at him as he embarked to thrust back and forth...
Apprentice James perceived the first-ever peg come in his nail hole with a fiery sting. He was not fairly well-prepped as he sat down on the glossy wooden bench, intimidated by the line of toys safely sealed to its surface. He looked into Master Cox’s eyes as he sat across the room, enthroned by a giant crimson tabouret and placed such that James could purrfectly and expectedly meet his gaze. He looked for a sign of Cox’s mercy, but it was clear that the aged fellow did not intend for him to stop. Sacrifice and firm work was part of every rite and ritual on the way to becoming a Master Mason. James knew this and accepted it. But it didn’t make the work any less challenging. Up until Master Legrand stuck his lengthy finger thru his sphincter, he’d never experienced the enjoyment of his nail hole reaming beyond his control. Now, he was investigating himself far beyond the demands of a single digit. Master Cox was a handsome fellow with summer-tanned skin and a dark mustache. He didn’t appear instantly threatening or intimidating. In fact, he had the look of a normal . Someone he might have faced in life. He could have been a teacher, an office manager, a boss, or even the dad of one of his friends. At any other moment, he might have disappeared in the background of his suburban life, another face in a sea of elders. But here, in the dark, ebony room of the temple, he was imbued with strength and authority that James had to recognize. As Apprentice James eased himself down, Master Cox’ face voiced something less than satisfaction. While James perceived like he was prodding himself, Master Cox seemed to interpret this as merely the molten up. And looking at what was to come, it was clear that the youthfull fellow was naive to sense like this was a challenge. Nevertheless, when the aged fellow ordered him to proceed to the next peg, the apprentice did so sans hesitation. While he perceived an heavy fever around his ears and cheeks and a rapid pulse beating within his heart, he did what he thought was demanded of him. As he moved down the line, James perceived himself becoming more and more acclimated to the stretching of his hole. The objects seemed to be a molten up for the one before it, much lighter to take on each level up. But whenever it seemed like he was hotwife the Order by not pressing firmly down against the bench, Master Fantana, a junior but identically handsome superior, stood beside him, well-prepped to press down on his shoulders and assure he was entirely engulfing the object. Master Fantana would periodically oil up the next peg, getting it well-prepped for the apprentice’s next step. He would fondle the excess on James’ body, making his smooth, alabaster skin sparkle in the dim light. It somehow made James warmer, covering his skin where it would otherwise be bare. The warmth made him more persistent to proceed while also giving a enjoyable look to his masters. Despite his resolve and determination to meet Master Cox’s expectations, his virgin nail hole could only take so much. The aged fellow was affected with how far he made it, but knew not to unveil that in any way. strength is only effective when it means discipline as well as reward. And for not rendezvous the expectations of the Order, Apprentice James would have to face the consequences. The youthfull fellow was placed on a giant crimson altar with his legs restrained up by the junior master. Fantana helped the boy into position, bringing his ass to the end of the ceremonial table and keeping his lower limbs restrained up and apart. Apprentice James was keenly aware that his well-used nail hole was out and presented, right at the height of Master Cox’s loins. The thought first-ever made him nervous. He was apparently in a position to be fucked. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and now, in the dark with these unusual men, he was going to have a once in a lifetime change. He perceived the urge to stop it, but he knew if he did, his entrance into the Order would be finished. As Master Cox eliminated his pants, he saw the mustachioed ’s hard, wiry chisel tucking out from beneath his undershirt. It was thick and throbbing, apparently excited by eyeing the apprentice work over his hole. Something about the familiarity of this stranger--his -next-door energy and coupled with unaware authority--made Apprentice James unexpectedly hard. devising this man--the coach, the banker, the , the husband, whoever he was in his real life--fucking him and packing him with his chisel sent a thrill in his body. He’d always concerned what his first-ever time would be like, and knowing the moment had come crammed him with excitement. Apprentice James thought there might be more ceremony and ritual to come, but to his surprise and delight, the aged fellow simply brought his nude chisel inbetween his cheeks and glided it deep into his body. It happened with a unexpected shock and a perceiving of pressure deep in his gut. And then that was that. Apprentice James was no longer a virgin. He looked up Master Cox, gazing into the eyes of the first-ever fellow to nail him. He knew he’d recall this moment for the rest of his life, so he attempted his finest to memorize everything. The hot, thick air of the room, dense with wish and perspiration. The slight beading of sweat building on the aged man’s brow. And the powerful, commanding, male way his face perved back at him as he embarked to thrust back and forth...
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