Serg Shepard: I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit in love with Master Dillon Stone. There’s something about him that both terrifies and draws me in. He’s stern, aggressive, and impossible to read, yet I find myself utterly captivated by him. It was Master Stone who administered my punishment two months ago, changing how I perceived myself. In that moment, I realized that fear was a choice and that I was strong, both mentally and physically. The punishment awakened and inspired me, offering a sense of complete liberation.
When I discovered that Master Stone would oversee my Sacrament ceremony, my heart leapt with excitement. I would stand beside him again, yield to him, and melt into his strong arms. I knew that nothing he threw at me would faze me.
He led me into a darkened chamber, wearing a mask reminiscent of old plague doctors. It was strange not to see his eyes or face, but I embraced the unease. He touched my chest seductively, running his hands across my body and down over the growing bulge in my suit pants. Standing behind me, he pulled my head back, slowly loosening my tie and undoing the cuffs of my shirt. The feelings of want intensified, with miniature explosions triggered by his touch. Every inch of my skin felt alive and receptive.
He removed my shirt and undid my pants, cupping my bulge through my garments until I was gasping uncontrollably. He lifted me effortlessly and dropped me onto the bench, his power radiating.
Removing his mask, he immediately began to kiss me. His strong hands wrapped around my throat, tender and respectful. As we kissed, he removed his suit jacket, and the scent of his beautiful aftershave filled the room, making me feel light-headed.
He undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. I played with his giant dick through his garments, wanting to savor every moment and prolong the pleasure. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed his tie. I needed him. I needed him to have me. I had never felt such incredible desire before. I belonged to him, completely and irrevocably.
He pushed me back onto the bench and stripped me of my remaining clothing, using his mouth and tongue to drive me wild. He turned me away from him, gently pulling my ass cheeks apart and pushing his beautiful tongue into my hole, preparing me for what I longed for. I could feel my ass slowly opening for him, preparing for the enormity of his meat, and twitching with pure excitement.
Then he fucked me. He filled my trembling hole with his giant, raw, daddy dick, and I felt complete. He groaned as he pushed into me, and I liked that my body was pleasuring him. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. He thrust in and out of me so hard and so deep. I looked around at him, wanting to see his face, his pleasure, knowing he was pleased with me.
Suddenly, he picked me up like a toy and dropped me down onto my knees. I sucked his dick eagerly, playing with his big nipples because I know he likes that. Then he stood me up and pushed me onto my back on the bench, sliding his dick back into my body like a hot knife cutting through butter, banging me so hard I was helpless to do anything other than scream and grab hold of my dick. It just felt so good. My entire body hummed with pleasure. Every inch of me. Looking up at him and seeing this stunning older man—a man I was in love with—pleasuring himself inside me was all I could ever have wanted. He put his thumb in my mouth, and I sucked it. I started to tweak my own nipples. I couldn’t touch myself enough. I was in a state of pure ecstasy.
He went harder and harder until I exploded, the excitement evacuating itself from my body powerfully, all over my belly. He pushed his finger into one of the pools of semen and used it to anoint my head before beginning to bang me again. He came deep inside me, a heavy load cascading into me, rope after rope, until I felt like I’d been anointed both inside and out.
Masonic Boys
APPRENTICE SHEPARD Chapter 8 – The Sacrament
Serg Shepard: I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit in love with Master Dillon Stone. There’s something about him that both terrifies and draws me in. He’s stern, aggressive, and impossible to read, yet I find myself utterly captivated by him. It was Master Stone who administered my punishment two months ago, changing how I perceived myself. In that moment, I realized that fear was a choice and that I was strong, both mentally and physically. The punishment awakened and inspired me, offering a sense of complete liberation.
When I discovered that Master Stone would oversee my Sacrament ceremony, my heart leapt with excitement. I would stand beside him again, yield to him, and melt into his strong arms. I knew that nothing he threw at me would faze me.
He led me into a darkened chamber, wearing a mask reminiscent of old plague doctors. It was strange not to see his eyes or face, but I embraced the unease. He touched my chest seductively, running his hands across my body and down over the growing bulge in my suit pants. Standing behind me, he pulled my head back, slowly loosening my tie and undoing the cuffs of my shirt. The feelings of want intensified, with miniature explosions triggered by his touch. Every inch of my skin felt alive and receptive.
He removed my shirt and undid my pants, cupping my bulge through my garments until I was gasping uncontrollably. He lifted me effortlessly and dropped me onto the bench, his power radiating.
Removing his mask, he immediately began to kiss me. His strong hands wrapped around my throat, tender and respectful. As we kissed, he removed his suit jacket, and the scent of his beautiful aftershave filled the room, making me feel light-headed.
He undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. I played with his giant dick through his garments, wanting to savor every moment and prolong the pleasure. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed his tie. I needed him. I needed him to have me. I had never felt such incredible desire before. I belonged to him, completely and irrevocably.
He pushed me back onto the bench and stripped me of my remaining clothing, using his mouth and tongue to drive me wild. He turned me away from him, gently pulling my ass cheeks apart and pushing his beautiful tongue into my hole, preparing me for what I longed for. I could feel my ass slowly opening for him, preparing for the enormity of his meat, and twitching with pure excitement.
Then he fucked me. He filled my trembling hole with his giant, raw, daddy dick, and I felt complete. He groaned as he pushed into me, and I liked that my body was pleasuring him. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. He thrust in and out of me so hard and so deep. I looked around at him, wanting to see his face, his pleasure, knowing he was pleased with me.
Suddenly, he picked me up like a toy and dropped me down onto my knees. I sucked his dick eagerly, playing with his big nipples because I know he likes that. Then he stood me up and pushed me onto my back on the bench, sliding his dick back into my body like a hot knife cutting through butter, banging me so hard I was helpless to do anything other than scream and grab hold of my dick. It just felt so good. My entire body hummed with pleasure. Every inch of me. Looking up at him and seeing this stunning older man—a man I was in love with—pleasuring himself inside me was all I could ever have wanted. He put his thumb in my mouth, and I sucked it. I started to tweak my own nipples. I couldn’t touch myself enough. I was in a state of pure ecstasy.
He went harder and harder until I exploded, the excitement evacuating itself from my body powerfully, all over my belly. He pushed his finger into one of the pools of semen and used it to anoint my head before beginning to bang me again. He came deep inside me, a heavy load cascading into me, rope after rope, until I felt like I’d been anointed both inside and out.