Apprentices are discouraged from discussing the various rituals that take place during our training. I’ve longed to share my experiences with someone my own age, if only to gauge whether others find their training as confusing as I do. Occasionally, often during meals, someone might make an indirect reference to one of the ceremonies. Everyone pretends not to hear, while desperately looking around the table to see if the comment resonates with anyone else.
One ceremony I (Serg Shepard) had never heard of was The Endowment. When I was called for mine, I looked up the word in a dictionary, hoping to gain some insight into what to expect, but it provided no clarity. All I knew was that Master Reece Scott would oversee my Endowment, and this information brought me a sense of calm. Truthfully, I’ve felt powerfully drawn to Master Scott since I arrived, and a few months ago, when I finally had the opportunity to yield to him, I accepted it eagerly.
I felt a mix of pride and excitement as I entered the Endowment Chamber alongside Master Scott. He was dressed in a beautifully fitted white suit, while I wore a flowing ceremonial gown that barely concealed my modesty. A year ago, such clothing would have embarrassed me, but that afternoon, I took it in stride. This place has taught me to embrace the unknown and the uncomfortable.
Master Scott reached behind a curtain and pulled a lever, ringing a bell. A deep voice asked what we required, and Master Scott replied that I needed light and knowledge. The exchange was bewildering yet captivating, like a riddle from a fantasy novel. The voice then instructed Master Scott to present me at the veil. I could feel my face flushing red with anticipation.
Master Scott ordered me to kneel on a cushion in front of a wall of curtains. Moments later, an enormous penis appeared before me. It startled me, and the disembodied nature of it was strange. I wondered who it belonged to, and it took a great deal of trust and courage to take it into my mouth. But after a moment of hesitation, I decided it was my duty to service it.
As I began to run my lips up and down the shaft, I realized how aroused I was. I imagined pleasuring various masters I had seen but not yet served. It was a beautiful, giant penis, deserving of my undivided attention. As I sucked and licked, Master Scott reassuringly ran his hands over my neck and shoulders before stooping down to remove my robe, leaving me naked and vulnerable. A hand emerged from behind the curtain, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me further onto the dick until I nearly gagged.
Kneeling behind me, Master Scott let his hand trail down my back, resting on my butt. His long fingers began to push against my hole, making the experience extraordinarily exciting. The anonymity was a bit scary, but Master Scott’s guidance made it both reassuring and thrilling.
Master Scott stood and began to undress, slowly slipping out of his jacket, removing his tie, and seductively unbuttoning his shirt. I focused on my task but heard the exciting squeak of leather as he unbuckled his belt, followed by the erotic rustle of his pants being pushed down. I didn’t need to look to know what his body looked like—the image of his muscular thighs, impressive bulge, washboard stomach, and chunky calves was emblazoned in my mind. He knelt next to me again, his hard dick brushing against my elbow. I was desperate to look at him, but my task was to continue servicing the disembodied dick.
Master Scott’s hand returned to my ass, and I felt the tickle of his mustache between my cheeks before his tongue made contact with my hole, sending a rush of intense pleasure through me. He knelt up, and I felt his dick resting on my ass cheek, longing for it to penetrate me. I moved my body back and forth to stimulate it further, the moment feeling profoundly erotically charged. He squatted behind me, and I could smell his beautiful scent as he slowly pushed his penis into me, making me gasp out loud.
The man behind the veil began to jerk himself off, announcing he was close. Master Scott, now fucking me vigorously, pulled my neck from behind, indicating I was to take the stranger’s ejaculate in my mouth. The mystery penis exploded with great intensity, covering my face and body. I tried to lick it dry, but Master Scott’s forceful thrusts made it challenging to keep myself steady. I could feel his pre-cum dripping out of my hole as he rammed in and out of me, faster and harder, pleasing him greatly.
Finally, he pulled out and pushed me onto my back, allowing me to look at him properly. He shoved my legs into the air and inched into me again, the sensation almost profound. I found my hand moving towards my dick, jerking myself almost on autopilot. I realized I was close to shooting, but the sudden intensity of my orgasm took me by surprise. A great lump hit my shoulder, and then I felt his load gushing into me, squirt after squirt. He leaned over me, kissing me so passionately and with such love and respect that it was hard to imagine anything more pleasurable ever happening again.
Masonic Boys
APPRENTICE SHEPARD Chapter 9 – The Endowment
Apprentices are discouraged from discussing the various rituals that take place during our training. I’ve longed to share my experiences with someone my own age, if only to gauge whether others find their training as confusing as I do. Occasionally, often during meals, someone might make an indirect reference to one of the ceremonies. Everyone pretends not to hear, while desperately looking around the table to see if the comment resonates with anyone else.
One ceremony I (Serg Shepard) had never heard of was The Endowment. When I was called for mine, I looked up the word in a dictionary, hoping to gain some insight into what to expect, but it provided no clarity. All I knew was that Master Reece Scott would oversee my Endowment, and this information brought me a sense of calm. Truthfully, I’ve felt powerfully drawn to Master Scott since I arrived, and a few months ago, when I finally had the opportunity to yield to him, I accepted it eagerly.
I felt a mix of pride and excitement as I entered the Endowment Chamber alongside Master Scott. He was dressed in a beautifully fitted white suit, while I wore a flowing ceremonial gown that barely concealed my modesty. A year ago, such clothing would have embarrassed me, but that afternoon, I took it in stride. This place has taught me to embrace the unknown and the uncomfortable.
Master Scott reached behind a curtain and pulled a lever, ringing a bell. A deep voice asked what we required, and Master Scott replied that I needed light and knowledge. The exchange was bewildering yet captivating, like a riddle from a fantasy novel. The voice then instructed Master Scott to present me at the veil. I could feel my face flushing red with anticipation.
Master Scott ordered me to kneel on a cushion in front of a wall of curtains. Moments later, an enormous penis appeared before me. It startled me, and the disembodied nature of it was strange. I wondered who it belonged to, and it took a great deal of trust and courage to take it into my mouth. But after a moment of hesitation, I decided it was my duty to service it.
As I began to run my lips up and down the shaft, I realized how aroused I was. I imagined pleasuring various masters I had seen but not yet served. It was a beautiful, giant penis, deserving of my undivided attention. As I sucked and licked, Master Scott reassuringly ran his hands over my neck and shoulders before stooping down to remove my robe, leaving me naked and vulnerable. A hand emerged from behind the curtain, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me further onto the dick until I nearly gagged.
Kneeling behind me, Master Scott let his hand trail down my back, resting on my butt. His long fingers began to push against my hole, making the experience extraordinarily exciting. The anonymity was a bit scary, but Master Scott’s guidance made it both reassuring and thrilling.
Master Scott stood and began to undress, slowly slipping out of his jacket, removing his tie, and seductively unbuttoning his shirt. I focused on my task but heard the exciting squeak of leather as he unbuckled his belt, followed by the erotic rustle of his pants being pushed down. I didn’t need to look to know what his body looked like—the image of his muscular thighs, impressive bulge, washboard stomach, and chunky calves was emblazoned in my mind. He knelt next to me again, his hard dick brushing against my elbow. I was desperate to look at him, but my task was to continue servicing the disembodied dick.
Master Scott’s hand returned to my ass, and I felt the tickle of his mustache between my cheeks before his tongue made contact with my hole, sending a rush of intense pleasure through me. He knelt up, and I felt his dick resting on my ass cheek, longing for it to penetrate me. I moved my body back and forth to stimulate it further, the moment feeling profoundly erotically charged. He squatted behind me, and I could smell his beautiful scent as he slowly pushed his penis into me, making me gasp out loud.
The man behind the veil began to jerk himself off, announcing he was close. Master Scott, now fucking me vigorously, pulled my neck from behind, indicating I was to take the stranger’s ejaculate in my mouth. The mystery penis exploded with great intensity, covering my face and body. I tried to lick it dry, but Master Scott’s forceful thrusts made it challenging to keep myself steady. I could feel his pre-cum dripping out of my hole as he rammed in and out of me, faster and harder, pleasing him greatly.
Finally, he pulled out and pushed me onto my back, allowing me to look at him properly. He shoved my legs into the air and inched into me again, the sensation almost profound. I found my hand moving towards my dick, jerking myself almost on autopilot. I realized I was close to shooting, but the sudden intensity of my orgasm took me by surprise. A great lump hit my shoulder, and then I felt his load gushing into me, squirt after squirt. He leaned over me, kissing me so passionately and with such love and respect that it was hard to imagine anything more pleasurable ever happening again.