Just over a year has passed since I (Dex Devall) arrived, but it feels like a lifetime. Looking back, my life before this apprenticeship seems dull and aimless. I had no purpose, no excitement. Everything has changed now. I feel alive, my body awake and aware. I’ve discovered the true meaning of pleasure. I work hard, take care of myself, and know exactly who I am. I’m proud of the person I’ve become and embrace every lesson taught to me. When my apprenticeship ends, I’ll face the world fearlessly.
Yesterday evening, my Sacrament with Master Reece Scott took place. I was thrilled to learn he would oversee the ceremony, as our first meeting had left a profound impression on me. He had introduced me to an extreme pleasure that I’ll never forget. The thought of taking things to the next level with him was exhilarating, yet nerve-wracking. What if I disappointed him? What if the ritual was too much?
Master Scott met me in a sub-chamber, wearing a bird-like mask that added to my unease. The main chamber was dark and candlelit, with eerie shadows dancing in the flickering light. A padded, leather-topped table stood in the center. I tried to calm myself, repeating a mantra: “blind submission, blind submission…” Yielding to the unknown was my only option.
As Master Scott gently pushed me against the table, his large hands exploring my chest, I felt a strange excitement. My body melted, legs turning to jello. He undressed me slowly, his touch sending tingles through my body. I craved his powerful hands, desired him completely.
He ordered me to sit on the table, legs parted. Removing his mask, he revealed his sleek, steel-grey hair, manly moustache, and kind eyes. He kissed me tenderly, and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I was his, and his alone.
Turning me around, he had me arch my back, presenting my full, round ass. He squatted, pulling down my underpants, and worked his tongue into my hole, his moustache prickling my cheeks. The sound of his undressing sent shivers down my spine. I craved his cock inside me, knowing it would seal us together permanently.
He stood between my wide-open legs, his huge, erect penis in hand. Asking if I was okay, comfortable, happy. I appreciated his care. Guiding his cock into me, he pushed my ass cheeks apart, filling me completely. The pleasure was immediate, intense. We changed positions, me on my back, staring into his eyes. His slow, seductive thrusts were beautiful. I stroked my own cock, needing release, wanting to scream my love for him.
He came hard, filling me with his load. As he pulled out, I wanted to keep his semen inside me, to have him forever.
Masonic Boys
APPRENTICE DEVALL Chapter 9 – The Sacrament
Just over a year has passed since I (Dex Devall) arrived, but it feels like a lifetime. Looking back, my life before this apprenticeship seems dull and aimless. I had no purpose, no excitement. Everything has changed now. I feel alive, my body awake and aware. I’ve discovered the true meaning of pleasure. I work hard, take care of myself, and know exactly who I am. I’m proud of the person I’ve become and embrace every lesson taught to me. When my apprenticeship ends, I’ll face the world fearlessly.
Yesterday evening, my Sacrament with Master Reece Scott took place. I was thrilled to learn he would oversee the ceremony, as our first meeting had left a profound impression on me. He had introduced me to an extreme pleasure that I’ll never forget. The thought of taking things to the next level with him was exhilarating, yet nerve-wracking. What if I disappointed him? What if the ritual was too much?
Master Scott met me in a sub-chamber, wearing a bird-like mask that added to my unease. The main chamber was dark and candlelit, with eerie shadows dancing in the flickering light. A padded, leather-topped table stood in the center. I tried to calm myself, repeating a mantra: “blind submission, blind submission…” Yielding to the unknown was my only option.
As Master Scott gently pushed me against the table, his large hands exploring my chest, I felt a strange excitement. My body melted, legs turning to jello. He undressed me slowly, his touch sending tingles through my body. I craved his powerful hands, desired him completely.
He ordered me to sit on the table, legs parted. Removing his mask, he revealed his sleek, steel-grey hair, manly moustache, and kind eyes. He kissed me tenderly, and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I was his, and his alone.
Turning me around, he had me arch my back, presenting my full, round ass. He squatted, pulling down my underpants, and worked his tongue into my hole, his moustache prickling my cheeks. The sound of his undressing sent shivers down my spine. I craved his cock inside me, knowing it would seal us together permanently.
He stood between my wide-open legs, his huge, erect penis in hand. Asking if I was okay, comfortable, happy. I appreciated his care. Guiding his cock into me, he pushed my ass cheeks apart, filling me completely. The pleasure was immediate, intense. We changed positions, me on my back, staring into his eyes. His slow, seductive thrusts were beautiful. I stroked my own cock, needing release, wanting to scream my love for him.
He came hard, filling me with his load. As he pulled out, I wanted to keep his semen inside me, to have him forever.