Release Year: 2025
Studio: Masonic Boys
Cast: Felix Kamp, Jack Waters
Genres: daddy, dildo, fingering, gay, masturbation, smooth, solo
Sometimes you just gotta take a deep breath and walk out into the unknown. I’d wanted to become an Apprentice ever since finding an old, dusty book about The Order hidden on a secret shelf in the local library. That book kicked off a true adventure which eventually led to my being offered an interview. Two years on from the very day that I’d discovered the book, I was sitting in a gleaming white room, waiting for… well, that was the part I didn’t know. Everything here is cloaked in such extreme mystery. Of course that aspect makes it all the more exciting, but, as I sat there, in that room filled with billowing linen curtains, reality came crashing in and my heart started to pound. No one knew where I was. Even I had no idea where I was. And, furthermore, I didn’t know what being an Apprentice was all about. I had no other option than to accept whatever was thrown at me. A man walked into the room. He was older, bearded, wearing glasses and he was impeccably dressed in a white shirt and tie. He spoke in a soft, yet authoritative accent, which to my ears sounded German. He told me he was about to ask a series of questions and that my task was merely to answer them truthfully, even if they made me uncomfortable. I instantly felt myself blushing. My dad always told me that I had a guilty conscience. The man asked if I enjoyed the company of men. I said I did. It didn’t seem like such a crazy question. But then he asked if I’d ever touched myself without permission. I barely knew what he meant, but assumed he was talking about my dick. As it happened, I did not masturbate. I had been brought up to believe that it is, if not a sin, a distraction from my studies. He asked if I’d looked at pornography. Again, I was able to answer truthfully that I hadn’t. I avoid anything like that. I was raised to believe sex was something reserved for marriage and marriage only. Then he started to insinuate that I was a homosexual and to be honest, I felt a little insulted. I couldn’t work out why he felt the need to ask such pointless questions. I am not a homosexual. I felt my face reddening as the questions continued—a mixture of embarrassment and anger. He asked if I was willing to prove that I wasn’t sexually attracted to men. I told him I had nothing to hide. He instructed me to stand. Then he told me to undress. The request obviously made me feel uncomfortable. I wondered if it was appropriate, or possibly even advisable to refuse, and yet I found myself obediently standing up. There was something about his tone which made me feel the need to be compliant. I loosened my tie. It felt a little humiliating. I undid the buttons of my shirt as slowly as I could, hoping he’d tell me he’d seen enough. But he allowed me to continue, his eyes boring into me impassively. I tried to hold his gaze, but I was too ashamed. After removing my shirt, I brought my hands to my belt at which point he said “Stop.” Relief momentarily surged through my body. Then he brought his hands up to my belt and began to remove it himself. I froze. He unzipped my trousers. I held my breath. He brought his fingers up to my penis, squeezing it gently through my underwear. I tried to act nonchalant. Normally I would have punched any man who did anything like that to me, but… well, this was a test wasn’t I? He wanted to know if I was attracted to men and I suppose there are probably few better ways of finding out. He turned me around and pushed my pants down, then ran his hands over my butt. It was like being hit by a sudden jolt of adrenaline. It sent a shockwave of pure sexual excitement ricocheting through my body, which went directly to my dick. I willed myself not to get hard. I willed myself. I tried to think about a million unsexy things, but by the time he’d turned me back around, I was hard as iron. I just couldn’t control it. I felt so profoundly embarrassed. I’m not attracted to men. He must have been tricking me somehow, and yet the more I looked at him, the harder I got. What the hell is wrong with me? I was instructed to sit down again and he started to run his hands up and down my leg. Obviously I tried, rather pathetically, to cover my erection with my hand. He asked if I liked what he was doing and I felt obliged to tell the truth. What else was I gonna do? Then he pulled my hands behind the chair and tied them together with some sort of rope. I instantly began to feel helpless and more than a little scared. He sat down next to me again and started to run the tips of his fingers over my penis, which, unsurprisingly, yet again, stiffened to his touch. I tried to control my breathing which had gone all shallow as the crazy excitement engulfed me. He pulled my dick out of the front of my underwear and also started to touch, then flick my nipples, wetting his fingers with saliva before running them over the tip of my dick, which started to leak a sort of clear liquid. I don’t know what he was doing to me, but it was kinda incredible. Moments later, he leaned down and pumped oil onto his hand which he dripped onto my dick, creating an insanely slippery surface which felt awesome when he started to rub it. I heard myself gasping. I tried to suppress the noise, I really did, but it was no good. It came from the pit of my stomach and took me entirely by surprise. I felt so conflicted. I knew what was happening was wrong, but for some reason I didn’t want it to end. He pulled me forward on the seat and spread my legs real wide, tickling my hole with his finger before untying me. I guess this was the next test. I was now free to push him away, or leave the space. Perhaps I should have, but I didn’t want to. He squirted more oil onto his fingers again and returned his attention to my ass, rubbing the slippery stuff over my hole which, by the way, was now twitching uncontrollably. Then he pushed one of his big fingers into me. It felt weird. It was uncomfortable but not painful and I guess I kind of liked the sensation. He picked up a small black fabric bag and carefully eased its contents out. There was clear glass or plastic object inside which, rather suspiciously, was shaped like a penis. I instinctively knew that he wanted to push it into me and the thought was terrifying. It was three times the diameter of his finger and really not far off the size of my own penis. He sprayed it, and my dick, with a huge amount of oil before starting to push his finger into me again. Meanwhile, my entire body erupted into the shakes. As predicted, he was soon pressing the glass object against my butt, slowly and more than patiently applying pressure until I felt my hole relaxing and beginning to open up. And then I felt it creeping into me. It hurt. It really hurt, but I felt my muscles gripping around it like a clamp and pulling it inside me. It was by far the most intense thing which has ever happened to me. I was rock-hard throughout. Harder than I’ve been in my life before. He started to rub my dick really hard. Up and down he went, sending me into a state of absolute ecstasy. I felt a prickling sensation in my balls which started to grow out of control. It was like there was a knot inside me which needed to be released somehow. My entire body went hot and began to tingle. And then it happened. White liquid came shooting out of the tip of my penis, all over the Master’s hand and onto my belly. I knew instinctively that I had orgasmed.
Format: mp4
Duration: 26:19
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 6321kbps
Audio: 124kbps
File size: 1.2 GB
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