I’ve been patiently waiting for what feels like an eternity for the chance to oversee one of the key ceremonies in Apprentice Sage Roux’s education. He’s undoubtedly one of our finest students—intelligent, impeccably well-dressed, and as cute as a button. I was present at his atonement, which was a bit of a messy affair led by Master Adam Snow. Snow nearly lost control due to a complex dynamic with Master Barrett, but he fought valiantly and elevated the ceremony to a beautiful place. He’s an impressive master, and I enjoyed watching him at work. I was thrilled to learn he’d be assisting me this time.
The Covenant is one of our most sacred and mystical rituals. An apprentice must prove both his subservience and his ability to excite and entice. A master must wear formal whites and maintain an air of aloofness throughout the ceremony. I usually dress in front of a mirror, slowly reveling in the erotic rustle of the suit fabric and the soft touch of my Egyptian cotton shirts. The tie must look just right—a Full Windsor, dimpled in the knot. It’s rare for my dick not to remain rock hard throughout the entire dressing process.
As is customary, Apprentice Roux dutifully crawled into the chamber, wearing the ceremonial gown. The gossamer-light fabric rustled, his plump nipple exposed, genitalia barely covered. The sight of him instantly made my dick twitch with anticipation. He knelt in front of me, expectantly. The boy has been around long enough to approach these encounters with erotic excitement rather than trepidation, and this change showed in his face for the first time.
I instructed him to begin the washing. He’d clearly been well-trained by the chamber servants, carrying out his tasks with great panache, eyes lowered humbly. The sensation of having one’s feet washed is deeply arousing, loaded with symbolism. I could see my big dick tenting in my suit pants, pre-cum oozing from its tip and soaking into the white fabric. I told the boy to look at me, and he instantly flashed his beautiful blue eyes in my direction.
Then I ordered him to stand, before standing myself. I’m a tall man, and I know my height can both intimidate and thrill the boys, especially when I invade their personal space. This feeling of power is enjoyable. I turned Apprentice Roux away from me and slowly edged the toga from his shoulder. Gravity took over, and the gown slid down to his waist. The untying of a ribbon against his hip sent the thing billowing to the floor, leaving the boy entirely naked.
I walked around him, surveying his undoubted potential while gently removing my tie. The swishing sound my clothes made as I removed them, item by item, sent the boy into near spasms of exhilaration. I ran my large hands over his body, my dick now fighting with my suit pants, desperate to be unleashed from its cruel fabric cage. As I removed my shirt, I pushed my groin against the apprentice’s ass so he could feel my bulge and anticipate what was to come. Desire forced me to grind myself against his butt. A good master will never rush these moments. It’s vital for a boy to be in a state of almost frenzied lust before he’s penetrated.
I always enjoy removing my belt—the squeak of the leather, the metallic rattle of the buckle. Both Pavlovian sounds that mean I’m about to fuck. I pushed my pants to the floor, glancing down at my member straining valiantly against my see-through underwear. I knew Master Snow would be watching. The idea appealed to me. Sure, I’d watched him banging this boy impressively—Master Tucker even commented it was the noisiest fuck he’d ever heard—but the whole thing was frenzied and brutal. I wanted to show Snow that eroticism and subtlety can also work magic.
I pulled Roux’s body into mine and continued to rub my cock-filled garments against his silky smooth butt, kissing his neck while listening to the shallowness of his breathing. He was soon on his knees, looking up at me pleadingly, as I ran my fingers over his soft, crimson lips. I instructed him to uncage my dick, and he nervously brought his hands up to my bulge, pulling the holy garment down and exposing the upward-curving beast. I stroked his hair and fed my cock to him. He sucked it nervously, but it felt amazing. I held my dick in his mouth while his tongue drifted and wriggled and danced up and down my shaft. My balls began to twitch. His throat began to throb. I could feel the semen rising, but I wasn’t done… Not nearly.
I dragged the boy to the bed and pushed him onto all fours so that he was facing Master Snow. I wanted to rim him and get him well-and-truly ready for my throbbing meat. Snow, of course, stepped forward to play with the apprentice, gently stroking his hair and feeding his fingers into the boy’s mouth while I went to town on his butt, making him groan and gasp uncontrollably. Watch and learn, Snow. Watch and learn!
Roux was now ready, so I knelt behind him and finally took the prize I’d waited so many months to be awarded. He began to pant breathlessly the moment I started to push my raw dick inside him. I stared at Master Snow. He looked so god-damned hot in his suit. I found myself remembering what an extraordinary fuck I’d witnessed during the boy’s Atonement and how brilliant I therefore needed to be. Never let it be said that we masters are not competitive!
Snow continued to play with the boy, occasionally meeting my eye and shooting me approving looks. I got so deep inside Roux. My dick slid in and out of him so beautifully. The chamber became almost electrically charged. It was sensational. I stared at Snow and started to pound the boy ruthlessly. Snow undid his tie—eyes now shimmering with red-hot lust. Then he removed his belt and pants, pulling out his giant penis while I just kept on banging the boy—deep into his belly.
Then I pushed Roux onto his back and got Snow holding his legs while I squatted between them and really pounded his ass. I pushed the apprentice’s mouth onto Master Snow’s dick and told him to suck. Then it was back onto the boy’s front because I knew I was twitching and needed to shoot… and shoot hard.
And it came to pass; I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out and exploded everywhere. Huge jets of cum flew all over Roux’s back and ass cheeks. Probably more than I’ve ever shot before. And then I pushed it back into him. I needed him to have my seed. I needed to breed. And even before I pulled out and left the chamber, I knew I needed to have him again.
Masonic Boys
APPRENTICE ROUX Chapter 6 – The Covenant
I’ve been patiently waiting for what feels like an eternity for the chance to oversee one of the key ceremonies in Apprentice Sage Roux’s education. He’s undoubtedly one of our finest students—intelligent, impeccably well-dressed, and as cute as a button. I was present at his atonement, which was a bit of a messy affair led by Master Adam Snow. Snow nearly lost control due to a complex dynamic with Master Barrett, but he fought valiantly and elevated the ceremony to a beautiful place. He’s an impressive master, and I enjoyed watching him at work. I was thrilled to learn he’d be assisting me this time.
The Covenant is one of our most sacred and mystical rituals. An apprentice must prove both his subservience and his ability to excite and entice. A master must wear formal whites and maintain an air of aloofness throughout the ceremony. I usually dress in front of a mirror, slowly reveling in the erotic rustle of the suit fabric and the soft touch of my Egyptian cotton shirts. The tie must look just right—a Full Windsor, dimpled in the knot. It’s rare for my dick not to remain rock hard throughout the entire dressing process.
As is customary, Apprentice Roux dutifully crawled into the chamber, wearing the ceremonial gown. The gossamer-light fabric rustled, his plump nipple exposed, genitalia barely covered. The sight of him instantly made my dick twitch with anticipation. He knelt in front of me, expectantly. The boy has been around long enough to approach these encounters with erotic excitement rather than trepidation, and this change showed in his face for the first time.
I instructed him to begin the washing. He’d clearly been well-trained by the chamber servants, carrying out his tasks with great panache, eyes lowered humbly. The sensation of having one’s feet washed is deeply arousing, loaded with symbolism. I could see my big dick tenting in my suit pants, pre-cum oozing from its tip and soaking into the white fabric. I told the boy to look at me, and he instantly flashed his beautiful blue eyes in my direction.
Then I ordered him to stand, before standing myself. I’m a tall man, and I know my height can both intimidate and thrill the boys, especially when I invade their personal space. This feeling of power is enjoyable. I turned Apprentice Roux away from me and slowly edged the toga from his shoulder. Gravity took over, and the gown slid down to his waist. The untying of a ribbon against his hip sent the thing billowing to the floor, leaving the boy entirely naked.
I walked around him, surveying his undoubted potential while gently removing my tie. The swishing sound my clothes made as I removed them, item by item, sent the boy into near spasms of exhilaration. I ran my large hands over his body, my dick now fighting with my suit pants, desperate to be unleashed from its cruel fabric cage. As I removed my shirt, I pushed my groin against the apprentice’s ass so he could feel my bulge and anticipate what was to come. Desire forced me to grind myself against his butt. A good master will never rush these moments. It’s vital for a boy to be in a state of almost frenzied lust before he’s penetrated.
I always enjoy removing my belt—the squeak of the leather, the metallic rattle of the buckle. Both Pavlovian sounds that mean I’m about to fuck. I pushed my pants to the floor, glancing down at my member straining valiantly against my see-through underwear. I knew Master Snow would be watching. The idea appealed to me. Sure, I’d watched him banging this boy impressively—Master Tucker even commented it was the noisiest fuck he’d ever heard—but the whole thing was frenzied and brutal. I wanted to show Snow that eroticism and subtlety can also work magic.
I pulled Roux’s body into mine and continued to rub my cock-filled garments against his silky smooth butt, kissing his neck while listening to the shallowness of his breathing. He was soon on his knees, looking up at me pleadingly, as I ran my fingers over his soft, crimson lips. I instructed him to uncage my dick, and he nervously brought his hands up to my bulge, pulling the holy garment down and exposing the upward-curving beast. I stroked his hair and fed my cock to him. He sucked it nervously, but it felt amazing. I held my dick in his mouth while his tongue drifted and wriggled and danced up and down my shaft. My balls began to twitch. His throat began to throb. I could feel the semen rising, but I wasn’t done… Not nearly.
I dragged the boy to the bed and pushed him onto all fours so that he was facing Master Snow. I wanted to rim him and get him well-and-truly ready for my throbbing meat. Snow, of course, stepped forward to play with the apprentice, gently stroking his hair and feeding his fingers into the boy’s mouth while I went to town on his butt, making him groan and gasp uncontrollably. Watch and learn, Snow. Watch and learn!
Roux was now ready, so I knelt behind him and finally took the prize I’d waited so many months to be awarded. He began to pant breathlessly the moment I started to push my raw dick inside him. I stared at Master Snow. He looked so god-damned hot in his suit. I found myself remembering what an extraordinary fuck I’d witnessed during the boy’s Atonement and how brilliant I therefore needed to be. Never let it be said that we masters are not competitive!
Snow continued to play with the boy, occasionally meeting my eye and shooting me approving looks. I got so deep inside Roux. My dick slid in and out of him so beautifully. The chamber became almost electrically charged. It was sensational. I stared at Snow and started to pound the boy ruthlessly. Snow undid his tie—eyes now shimmering with red-hot lust. Then he removed his belt and pants, pulling out his giant penis while I just kept on banging the boy—deep into his belly.
Then I pushed Roux onto his back and got Snow holding his legs while I squatted between them and really pounded his ass. I pushed the apprentice’s mouth onto Master Snow’s dick and told him to suck. Then it was back onto the boy’s front because I knew I was twitching and needed to shoot… and shoot hard.
And it came to pass; I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out and exploded everywhere. Huge jets of cum flew all over Roux’s back and ass cheeks. Probably more than I’ve ever shot before. And then I pushed it back into him. I needed him to have my seed. I needed to breed. And even before I pulled out and left the chamber, I knew I needed to have him again.