Summoned to a small, seldom-visited attic room, I (Jack Waters) found myself in a space barely large enough to contain the striking white bed that dominated it. The only color was a folded red blanket where pillows might otherwise be. Seated on the bed was Master Marco Napoli, impeccably dressed in a white suit, with Master Felix Kamp standing behind him, wearing a kind smile. I was both excited and aroused to see them, as both had played pivotal roles in my education. Rumors suggested that Master Napoli was Master Kamp’s son, though the nature of their relationship remained a thrilling mystery.
I had been instructed to wear a revealing ceremonial gown, reminiscent of ancient Greek attire. Protocol dictated that I approach Master Napoli on my knees, head bowed in submission. He instructed me to begin the washing ritual. Despite my nervousness, the act of washing his feet became remarkably pleasurable, my nerves dissipating as I focused on satisfying him.
Master Napoli stood, towering over me, and circled me, inspecting every detail. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating. He undid the single bow of my gown, leaving me naked and exposed. My arousal was evident, my erection responding to his touch as he explored my body. Master Kamp watched proudly, his smile hinting at a deeper connection between the two masters.
Master Napoli began to kiss my shoulders and neck, his tenderness contrasting with the intensity of the moment. As he undressed, I couldn’t look away, my desire for him overwhelming. He teased off his shirt and belt, finally freeing his impressive cock. I dropped to my knees, eager to please him. Taking him into my mouth was an honor, and I reveled in the sounds of his satisfaction.
He lay back on the bed, spreading his legs, and I continued my task, gently pushing a finger against his hole and tickling his balls. Suddenly, he sat up and kissed me, a profound and exhilarating moment. He guided me onto the bed, pushing my legs back to thrust his tongue into my hole, the sensation of his beard against my flesh almost too much to bear.
As he entered me, everything felt right, a sense of completion washing over me. Master Kamp joined us on the bed, cradling my head in his lap and pulling up my feet. The connection between the two men was palpable, an ancient bond that made me feel both an outsider and a part of something extraordinary. Master Kamp stroked my face and torso, kissing me with intense passion.
I turned to ride Master Napoli, my body moving in sync with Master Kamp’s grip on my cock. The sensation was overwhelming, my arousal heightened by watching Master Kamp pleasure himself through his pants. Master Napoli held me tightly, our bodies moving closer to orgasm. In a moment of profound intimacy, Master Kamp ran his hand down Master Napoli’s chest, sealing our connection forever.
With a final thrust, Master Napoli exploded inside me, claiming me as part of their family. The experience was transformative, binding the three of us in a way that would forever change my understanding of belonging and desire.
Masonic Boys
APPRENTICE WATERS Chapter 4 – The Covenant
Summoned to a small, seldom-visited attic room, I (Jack Waters) found myself in a space barely large enough to contain the striking white bed that dominated it. The only color was a folded red blanket where pillows might otherwise be. Seated on the bed was Master Marco Napoli, impeccably dressed in a white suit, with Master Felix Kamp standing behind him, wearing a kind smile. I was both excited and aroused to see them, as both had played pivotal roles in my education. Rumors suggested that Master Napoli was Master Kamp’s son, though the nature of their relationship remained a thrilling mystery.
I had been instructed to wear a revealing ceremonial gown, reminiscent of ancient Greek attire. Protocol dictated that I approach Master Napoli on my knees, head bowed in submission. He instructed me to begin the washing ritual. Despite my nervousness, the act of washing his feet became remarkably pleasurable, my nerves dissipating as I focused on satisfying him.
Master Napoli stood, towering over me, and circled me, inspecting every detail. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating. He undid the single bow of my gown, leaving me naked and exposed. My arousal was evident, my erection responding to his touch as he explored my body. Master Kamp watched proudly, his smile hinting at a deeper connection between the two masters.
Master Napoli began to kiss my shoulders and neck, his tenderness contrasting with the intensity of the moment. As he undressed, I couldn’t look away, my desire for him overwhelming. He teased off his shirt and belt, finally freeing his impressive cock. I dropped to my knees, eager to please him. Taking him into my mouth was an honor, and I reveled in the sounds of his satisfaction.
He lay back on the bed, spreading his legs, and I continued my task, gently pushing a finger against his hole and tickling his balls. Suddenly, he sat up and kissed me, a profound and exhilarating moment. He guided me onto the bed, pushing my legs back to thrust his tongue into my hole, the sensation of his beard against my flesh almost too much to bear.
As he entered me, everything felt right, a sense of completion washing over me. Master Kamp joined us on the bed, cradling my head in his lap and pulling up my feet. The connection between the two men was palpable, an ancient bond that made me feel both an outsider and a part of something extraordinary. Master Kamp stroked my face and torso, kissing me with intense passion.
I turned to ride Master Napoli, my body moving in sync with Master Kamp’s grip on my cock. The sensation was overwhelming, my arousal heightened by watching Master Kamp pleasure himself through his pants. Master Napoli held me tightly, our bodies moving closer to orgasm. In a moment of profound intimacy, Master Kamp ran his hand down Master Napoli’s chest, sealing our connection forever.
With a final thrust, Master Napoli exploded inside me, claiming me as part of their family. The experience was transformative, binding the three of us in a way that would forever change my understanding of belonging and desire.