Masonic Studs - Apprentice Oliver James - Chapter 2
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Apprentice James sensed the first-ever peg inject his crevice with a fiery sting. He was not fairly ready as he sat down on the glistening wooden bench, startled by the line of toys safely sealed to its surface. He looked into Master Cox’s eyes as he sat via the room, enthroned by a large crimson chair and placed such that James could ideally and expectedly meet his gaze. He looked for a sign of Cox’s mercy, but it was clear that the senior fellow did not intend for him to stop. Sacrifice and stiff 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 through his sphincter, he’d never experienced the sensation of his crevice widening beyond his control. Now, he was examining himself far beyond the requests of a single digit. Master Cox was a handsome fellow with summer-tanned skin and a dark mustache. He didn’t emerge instantaneously menacing or intimidating. In fact, he had the glance of a normal . Someone he might have met 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 river of elders. But here, in the dark, dark-hued bedroom of the temple, he was imbued with strength and authority that James had to recognize. As Apprentice James relieved himself down, Master Cox’ face voiced something less than satisfaction. While James sensed like he was shoving himself, Master Cox seemed to interpret this as merely the warm up. And looking at what was to come, it was clear that the youthful fellow was naive to sense like this was a challenge. Nevertheless, when the senior fellow ordered him to proceed to the next peg, the apprentice did so sans hesitation. While he sensed an heavy fever around his ears and cheeks and a hasty pulse beating within his heart, he did what he thought was demanded of him. As he moved down the line, James sensed himself becoming more and more acclimated to the spreading of his hole. The objects seemed to be a warm up for the one before it, much easier to take on each level up. But whenever it seemed like he was cuckold the Order by not pressing stiffly down against the bench, Master Fantana, a junior but identically handsome superior, stood beside him, ready to press down on his shoulders and assure he was totally devouring the object. Master Fantana would sometimes oil up the next peg, getting it ready for the apprentice’s next step. He would grope the excess on James’ body, making his smooth, alabaster skin shine in the dim light. It somehow made James warmer, decorating his skin where it would otherwise be bare. The warmth made him more persistent to proceed while also giving a enjoyable sight to his masters. Despite his resolve and determination to meet Master Cox’s expectations, his virgin crevice could only take so much. The senior fellow was struck 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 appointment the expectations of the Order, Apprentice James would have to face the consequences. The youthful fellow was placed on a large crimson altar with his gams restricted up by the junior master. Fantana helped the boy into position, bringing his donk to the end of the ceremonial table and keeping his lower limbs restricted up and apart. Apprentice James was keenly aware that his well-used crevice was out and presented, right at the height of Master Cox’s loins. The thought first-ever made him nervous. He was evidently in a posture to be fucked. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and now, in the dark with these strange men, he was going to have a once in a lifetime change. He sensed 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 eyed the mustachioed ’s hard, veiny cock slamming out from underneath his undershirt. It was hefty and throbbing, evidently excited by observing the apprentice work over his hole. Something about the familiarity of this stranger--his -next-door energy and coupled with unsuspicious 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 cramming him with his cock sent a thrill in his body. He’d always concerned what his first-ever time would be like, and knowing the moment had come packed him with excitement. Apprentice James thought there might be more ceremony and ritual to come, but to his surprise and delight, the senior fellow simply brought his nude cock between his cheeks and slipped it deep into his body. It happened with a unexpected shock and a sensing of stress deep in his gut. And then that was that. Apprentice James was no longer a virgin. He looked up Master Cox, gawping into the eyes of the first-ever fellow to fuck him. He knew he’d recall this moment for the rest of his life, so he attempted his best to memorize everything. The hot, hefty air of the room, dense with dream and perspiration. The slight beading of sweat mansion on the senior man’s brow. And the powerful, commanding, male way his face perved back at him as he began to push back and forth...
Apprentice James sensed the first-ever peg inject his crevice with a fiery sting. He was not fairly ready as he sat down on the glistening wooden bench, startled by the line of toys safely sealed to its surface. He looked into Master Cox’s eyes as he sat via the room, enthroned by a large crimson chair and placed such that James could ideally and expectedly meet his gaze. He looked for a sign of Cox’s mercy, but it was clear that the senior fellow did not intend for him to stop. Sacrifice and stiff 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 through his sphincter, he’d never experienced the sensation of his crevice widening beyond his control. Now, he was examining himself far beyond the requests of a single digit. Master Cox was a handsome fellow with summer-tanned skin and a dark mustache. He didn’t emerge instantaneously menacing or intimidating. In fact, he had the glance of a normal . Someone he might have met 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 river of elders. But here, in the dark, dark-hued bedroom of the temple, he was imbued with strength and authority that James had to recognize. As Apprentice James relieved himself down, Master Cox’ face voiced something less than satisfaction. While James sensed like he was shoving himself, Master Cox seemed to interpret this as merely the warm up. And looking at what was to come, it was clear that the youthful fellow was naive to sense like this was a challenge. Nevertheless, when the senior fellow ordered him to proceed to the next peg, the apprentice did so sans hesitation. While he sensed an heavy fever around his ears and cheeks and a hasty pulse beating within his heart, he did what he thought was demanded of him. As he moved down the line, James sensed himself becoming more and more acclimated to the spreading of his hole. The objects seemed to be a warm up for the one before it, much easier to take on each level up. But whenever it seemed like he was cuckold the Order by not pressing stiffly down against the bench, Master Fantana, a junior but identically handsome superior, stood beside him, ready to press down on his shoulders and assure he was totally devouring the object. Master Fantana would sometimes oil up the next peg, getting it ready for the apprentice’s next step. He would grope the excess on James’ body, making his smooth, alabaster skin shine in the dim light. It somehow made James warmer, decorating his skin where it would otherwise be bare. The warmth made him more persistent to proceed while also giving a enjoyable sight to his masters. Despite his resolve and determination to meet Master Cox’s expectations, his virgin crevice could only take so much. The senior fellow was struck 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 appointment the expectations of the Order, Apprentice James would have to face the consequences. The youthful fellow was placed on a large crimson altar with his gams restricted up by the junior master. Fantana helped the boy into position, bringing his donk to the end of the ceremonial table and keeping his lower limbs restricted up and apart. Apprentice James was keenly aware that his well-used crevice was out and presented, right at the height of Master Cox’s loins. The thought first-ever made him nervous. He was evidently in a posture to be fucked. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and now, in the dark with these strange men, he was going to have a once in a lifetime change. He sensed 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 eyed the mustachioed ’s hard, veiny cock slamming out from underneath his undershirt. It was hefty and throbbing, evidently excited by observing the apprentice work over his hole. Something about the familiarity of this stranger--his -next-door energy and coupled with unsuspicious 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 cramming him with his cock sent a thrill in his body. He’d always concerned what his first-ever time would be like, and knowing the moment had come packed him with excitement. Apprentice James thought there might be more ceremony and ritual to come, but to his surprise and delight, the senior fellow simply brought his nude cock between his cheeks and slipped it deep into his body. It happened with a unexpected shock and a sensing of stress deep in his gut. And then that was that. Apprentice James was no longer a virgin. He looked up Master Cox, gawping into the eyes of the first-ever fellow to fuck him. He knew he’d recall this moment for the rest of his life, so he attempted his best to memorize everything. The hot, hefty air of the room, dense with dream and perspiration. The slight beading of sweat mansion on the senior man’s brow. And the powerful, commanding, male way his face perved back at him as he began to push back and forth...
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