Apprentice James felt the first peg enter his hole with a fiery sting. Sacrifice and hard work was part of every rite and ritual on the way to becoming a Master Mason. James knew this and accepted it.
As Apprentice James eased himself down, Master Cox' face expressed something less than satisfaction. While James felt like he was pushing himself, Master Cox seemed to interpret this as merely the warm up.
Nevertheless, when the older man ordered him to proceed to the next peg, the apprentice did so without hesitation. While he felt an intense heat 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 felt himself becoming more and more acclimated to the stretching of his hole. But whenever it seemed like he was cheating the Order by not pressing firmly down against the bench, Master Fantana, a younger but equally handsome superior, stood beside him, ready to press down on his shoulders and ensure he was fully engulfing the object.
Despite his resolve and determination to meet Master Cox' expectations, his virgin hole could only take so much. For not meeting the expectations of the Order, Apprentice James would have to face the consequences.
The young man was placed on a large red altar with his legs held up by the younger master. He was clearly in a position 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.
As Master Cox removed his pants, he saw the mustachioed daddy's hard, veiny cock sticking out from beneath his undershirt. Thinking of this man--the coach, the banker, the father, the husband, whoever he was in his real life--fucking him and filling him with his cock sent a thrill in his body.
To his surprise and delight, the older man simply brought his bare cock between his cheeks and slid it deep into his body. And then that was that. Apprentice James was no longer a virgin.
He looked up Master Cox, staring into the eyes of the first man to fuck him... and the powerful, commanding, masculine way his face stared back at him as he began to thrust back and forth...
He looked up Master Cox, staring into the eyes of the first man to fuck himâ¦ and the powerful, commanding, masculine way his face stared back at him as he began to thrust back and forth...