I (Dex Devall) had seen Master Dillon Stone around quite a bit. There was something about him that always made me blush. He’s like the ultimate daddy—a tall silver fox with dreamy good looks. He’s usually quite smiley, but one day, I saw him shouting at another apprentice, and it was terrifying. I made a mental note never to get on his bad side. Of course, seeing him all puffed-up and aggressive immediately put him at the top of my fantasy list. The trouble with this place is that once your sexual awakening has been overseen by one of the masters, all you can think about is sex.
The problem is, when you get aroused, you’re not permitted to make a move on anyone. You just have to wait… and wait… until you’re called up by one of the masters. My heart leapt with excitement when I discovered I was to be anointed by Master Stone. I barely slept for days and vowed not to touch myself until I was with him. It almost destroyed me, but it was a vow I managed to keep.
By the time I entered the chamber, dressed in my pure white gown, I was climbing the walls with sexual frustration. The moment I saw Master Stone, buttoned up in his beautiful suit, my dick started bouncing uncontrollably. I’ve never experienced excitement like it.
He immediately removed my gown, leaving me in just my underwear, before hoisting me up onto the altar. I felt a pang of nerves, perhaps overwhelmed by the situation and wary of his intense magnetism. He slipped off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, then removed his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t take his eyes off me, wanting me to watch him and know that he had full control.
He squirted oil from a silver vessel onto his hand and rubbed it slowly into my legs and feet. The sensation was mind-blowing—a mix of almost unbearable ticklishness and crazy eroticism. His hands were slipping and sliding everywhere. My dick was twitching all over the place. He did everything with an aloofness that was profoundly arousing, despite his facial expressions giving the impression of not caring.
I was ordered onto my knees, and he slowly unzipped my undershirt. His expression softened, perhaps liking the little patch of hair on my chest. He pulled my shirt down, exposing my torso, which I’d been working on. He seemed to like what he saw, his breathing changing as he applied oils to it. I liked how my skin looked covered in oil—fresh, healthy, and defined. More than anything, I liked the sensation of his giant daddy hands gliding all over me.
He stood behind me, running his hands over my ass before parting my underpants. Our regulation underwear has a slit in the back for easy access. He pulled my dick out, and I was so hard it was almost painful. He did something with my dick—I don’t know whether it was oil or spit—but his fist slid up and down my shaft, making me almost instantly shoot.
He pulled my underpants all the way down, leaving me butt naked, kneeling on the altar, arching my back and presenting my body like I was in the “Best in Show” category. He massaged oil into my back and shoulders, a sensation so profoundly erotic I almost came without my dick being touched. The aloofness was gone; he seemed utterly fascinated by every part of me. I’ve seldom felt so worshiped, and every inch of my body yearned for him.
By the time he focused on my butt, I was in a dream world. All I could think about was sex and how extraordinary Master Stone would feel if and when he decided to take me. He whispered the word “yes,” and I melted.
I heard him undressing and tried to remind myself to be patient. My dad always told me that the best things come to those who wait. Master Stone climbed up onto the altar behind me. I tried to look around at his cock, feeling it through his underpants, tantalizingly brushing over and then pushing against my hole. He inched down his trunks, and I felt the tip of his penis drawing lines of pre-cum over my own dick and against the flesh of my butt cheeks.
Then he entered me, slowly and inexorably pushing his huge dick further and further into me. It felt incredible. I felt entirely alive. His dick reached places inside me that a dick had never reached before. It was extraordinarily intense but didn’t hurt. It was right on the edge, you know? Right in the space where you have to actively force yourself not to explode. Every move he made inside me was thrilling. Every stroke made me gasp with deep, visceral pleasure. I looked around to see his huge muscular thighs pressing against mine, gripping me like a vice.
He began to play with his nipples, then suddenly started pounding heavily before pulling out and emitting a giant roar, shooting huge quantities of semen onto my lower back. I was thrilled that I’d sent him over the edge and even happier when he pushed his dick back inside me again. Then he massaged it all into my back, and I felt more special than I’ve ever felt in my life before.
Masonic Boys
APPRENTICE DEVALL Chapter 8 – Second Anointing
I (Dex Devall) had seen Master Dillon Stone around quite a bit. There was something about him that always made me blush. He’s like the ultimate daddy—a tall silver fox with dreamy good looks. He’s usually quite smiley, but one day, I saw him shouting at another apprentice, and it was terrifying. I made a mental note never to get on his bad side. Of course, seeing him all puffed-up and aggressive immediately put him at the top of my fantasy list. The trouble with this place is that once your sexual awakening has been overseen by one of the masters, all you can think about is sex.
The problem is, when you get aroused, you’re not permitted to make a move on anyone. You just have to wait… and wait… until you’re called up by one of the masters. My heart leapt with excitement when I discovered I was to be anointed by Master Stone. I barely slept for days and vowed not to touch myself until I was with him. It almost destroyed me, but it was a vow I managed to keep.
By the time I entered the chamber, dressed in my pure white gown, I was climbing the walls with sexual frustration. The moment I saw Master Stone, buttoned up in his beautiful suit, my dick started bouncing uncontrollably. I’ve never experienced excitement like it.
He immediately removed my gown, leaving me in just my underwear, before hoisting me up onto the altar. I felt a pang of nerves, perhaps overwhelmed by the situation and wary of his intense magnetism. He slipped off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, then removed his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t take his eyes off me, wanting me to watch him and know that he had full control.
He squirted oil from a silver vessel onto his hand and rubbed it slowly into my legs and feet. The sensation was mind-blowing—a mix of almost unbearable ticklishness and crazy eroticism. His hands were slipping and sliding everywhere. My dick was twitching all over the place. He did everything with an aloofness that was profoundly arousing, despite his facial expressions giving the impression of not caring.
I was ordered onto my knees, and he slowly unzipped my undershirt. His expression softened, perhaps liking the little patch of hair on my chest. He pulled my shirt down, exposing my torso, which I’d been working on. He seemed to like what he saw, his breathing changing as he applied oils to it. I liked how my skin looked covered in oil—fresh, healthy, and defined. More than anything, I liked the sensation of his giant daddy hands gliding all over me.
He stood behind me, running his hands over my ass before parting my underpants. Our regulation underwear has a slit in the back for easy access. He pulled my dick out, and I was so hard it was almost painful. He did something with my dick—I don’t know whether it was oil or spit—but his fist slid up and down my shaft, making me almost instantly shoot.
He pulled my underpants all the way down, leaving me butt naked, kneeling on the altar, arching my back and presenting my body like I was in the “Best in Show” category. He massaged oil into my back and shoulders, a sensation so profoundly erotic I almost came without my dick being touched. The aloofness was gone; he seemed utterly fascinated by every part of me. I’ve seldom felt so worshiped, and every inch of my body yearned for him.
By the time he focused on my butt, I was in a dream world. All I could think about was sex and how extraordinary Master Stone would feel if and when he decided to take me. He whispered the word “yes,” and I melted.
I heard him undressing and tried to remind myself to be patient. My dad always told me that the best things come to those who wait. Master Stone climbed up onto the altar behind me. I tried to look around at his cock, feeling it through his underpants, tantalizingly brushing over and then pushing against my hole. He inched down his trunks, and I felt the tip of his penis drawing lines of pre-cum over my own dick and against the flesh of my butt cheeks.
Then he entered me, slowly and inexorably pushing his huge dick further and further into me. It felt incredible. I felt entirely alive. His dick reached places inside me that a dick had never reached before. It was extraordinarily intense but didn’t hurt. It was right on the edge, you know? Right in the space where you have to actively force yourself not to explode. Every move he made inside me was thrilling. Every stroke made me gasp with deep, visceral pleasure. I looked around to see his huge muscular thighs pressing against mine, gripping me like a vice.
He began to play with his nipples, then suddenly started pounding heavily before pulling out and emitting a giant roar, shooting huge quantities of semen onto my lower back. I was thrilled that I’d sent him over the edge and even happier when he pushed his dick back inside me again. Then he massaged it all into my back, and I felt more special than I’ve ever felt in my life before.