I’ve (Colton Fox) always seen myself as fairly ordinary. My grades were decent, but teachers often described me as quiet or secretive, urging me to find my voice and become a leader rather than a follower. The truth is, I’ve never been interested in standing out or confronting others. I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself and avoid any form of conflict.
A few years ago, I discovered an order that seemed tailored for someone like me. Without telling anyone, I applied for an apprenticeship the day after I turned 18. To my surprise and delight, I was invited for an interview.
For the occasion, I borrowed one of my dad’s suits without asking. The morning of the interview, after he left for work, I spent an hour in front of the mirror, trying to look presentable and mature. I had never worn a suit before, but I liked how it made me feel—smart and, dare I say, hot. The sensation was so overwhelming that I found myself aroused, a fact I had to quickly remedy with a tissue.
The complex where the interview took place was massive. I was ushered into a blindingly white room and left alone on a grand chair. The room was so bright it was hard to gauge its size. Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a shaven head and a neatly-cropped, salt-and-pepper beard entered. His eyes were like glacial ice, and he was impeccably dressed in a pure white suit. He introduced himself as Master Felix Kamp and sat down next to me, his legs straddling mine. The scent of his expensive cologne filled the air.
Master Kamp began with a series of questions, insisting on honest answers. The first question caught me off guard: “Do you enjoy the company of men?” I answered yes without thinking, then stumbled over my words, feeling utterly humiliated. I thought the interview was over before it had even begun.
But then, Master Kamp placed his hand on my thigh. My heart raced as he asked if I had ever touched myself without permission. I shook my head, admitting I hadn’t. He then asked if I had ever looked at pornography, and I wished the earth would swallow me up. I confessed that I had, but only by accident.
His hand began to rub my thigh as he asked if I had ever seen pornography involving two men. It was as if he could read my mind. I admitted that I had been distracted by men, usually older men, but only in the context of wanting to be more like them. My voice trembled as I spoke, and I couldn’t help but notice how hard I had become.
Master Kamp seemed to sense my arousal. He asked if I was willing to prove that I wasn’t attracted to men. I nodded, and he instructed me to stand and remove my clothes. I froze, but somehow found myself complying. It was as if everything was being taken out of my hands, and I didn’t need to worry about right or wrong answers.
As I undressed, I realized I was rock hard. Master Kamp watched me with a glint of approval in his eyes. He undid my belt and zipper, exposing my erection. I was mortified, but also thrilled by the lack of control. He tied my hands behind the chair with a rope, and I felt a strange sense of safety and trust in his presence.
He began to touch me, running his hands over my chest and carefully pulling my penis out of my boxers. The sensation was incredible, unlike anything I had ever experienced. He wetted his fingers with saliva and ran them gently over the tip of my penis, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Master Kamp stood up and removed his jacket, revealing his own arousal. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing tattoos on his arms, and sat down again. He continued to touch me, his face oscillating between a fond smile and a stern glare. He dragged me to the edge of the chair and pulled my legs up, exposing my hole. I felt vulnerable but also exhilarated.
He produced a glass object and ran some oil over it before teasing my hole with its freezing tip. The sensation was strange but intensely pleasurable. He pushed his fingers into me, touching something deep inside that sent waves of ecstasy through my body. He instructed me to touch myself, and I felt a loss of control as my body began to tingle.
Suddenly, it happened. Thick white substance flew from the tip of my penis, and I was overwhelmed by the sensation. Master Kamp then took my penis in his mouth, the tenderness almost too much to bear. He smiled at me, rubbing the substance on my forehead as I struggled to catch my breath and comprehend what had just occurred.
Masonic Boys
APPRENTICE FOX Vol. 1 – The Interview
I’ve (Colton Fox) always seen myself as fairly ordinary. My grades were decent, but teachers often described me as quiet or secretive, urging me to find my voice and become a leader rather than a follower. The truth is, I’ve never been interested in standing out or confronting others. I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself and avoid any form of conflict.
A few years ago, I discovered an order that seemed tailored for someone like me. Without telling anyone, I applied for an apprenticeship the day after I turned 18. To my surprise and delight, I was invited for an interview.
For the occasion, I borrowed one of my dad’s suits without asking. The morning of the interview, after he left for work, I spent an hour in front of the mirror, trying to look presentable and mature. I had never worn a suit before, but I liked how it made me feel—smart and, dare I say, hot. The sensation was so overwhelming that I found myself aroused, a fact I had to quickly remedy with a tissue.
The complex where the interview took place was massive. I was ushered into a blindingly white room and left alone on a grand chair. The room was so bright it was hard to gauge its size. Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a shaven head and a neatly-cropped, salt-and-pepper beard entered. His eyes were like glacial ice, and he was impeccably dressed in a pure white suit. He introduced himself as Master Felix Kamp and sat down next to me, his legs straddling mine. The scent of his expensive cologne filled the air.
Master Kamp began with a series of questions, insisting on honest answers. The first question caught me off guard: “Do you enjoy the company of men?” I answered yes without thinking, then stumbled over my words, feeling utterly humiliated. I thought the interview was over before it had even begun.
But then, Master Kamp placed his hand on my thigh. My heart raced as he asked if I had ever touched myself without permission. I shook my head, admitting I hadn’t. He then asked if I had ever looked at pornography, and I wished the earth would swallow me up. I confessed that I had, but only by accident.
His hand began to rub my thigh as he asked if I had ever seen pornography involving two men. It was as if he could read my mind. I admitted that I had been distracted by men, usually older men, but only in the context of wanting to be more like them. My voice trembled as I spoke, and I couldn’t help but notice how hard I had become.
Master Kamp seemed to sense my arousal. He asked if I was willing to prove that I wasn’t attracted to men. I nodded, and he instructed me to stand and remove my clothes. I froze, but somehow found myself complying. It was as if everything was being taken out of my hands, and I didn’t need to worry about right or wrong answers.
As I undressed, I realized I was rock hard. Master Kamp watched me with a glint of approval in his eyes. He undid my belt and zipper, exposing my erection. I was mortified, but also thrilled by the lack of control. He tied my hands behind the chair with a rope, and I felt a strange sense of safety and trust in his presence.
He began to touch me, running his hands over my chest and carefully pulling my penis out of my boxers. The sensation was incredible, unlike anything I had ever experienced. He wetted his fingers with saliva and ran them gently over the tip of my penis, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Master Kamp stood up and removed his jacket, revealing his own arousal. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing tattoos on his arms, and sat down again. He continued to touch me, his face oscillating between a fond smile and a stern glare. He dragged me to the edge of the chair and pulled my legs up, exposing my hole. I felt vulnerable but also exhilarated.
He produced a glass object and ran some oil over it before teasing my hole with its freezing tip. The sensation was strange but intensely pleasurable. He pushed his fingers into me, touching something deep inside that sent waves of ecstasy through my body. He instructed me to touch myself, and I felt a loss of control as my body began to tingle.
Suddenly, it happened. Thick white substance flew from the tip of my penis, and I was overwhelmed by the sensation. Master Kamp then took my penis in his mouth, the tenderness almost too much to bear. He smiled at me, rubbing the substance on my forehead as I struggled to catch my breath and comprehend what had just occurred.