Masonic Boys – Apprentice Tyler – Chapter 2

Dec 222024

I know u shouldn’t lie, and I know it’s not terribly smart to lie to an imposing figure like Master Figata. Still, when fellow asked if I did or did not like men, I reflexively told him I didn’t.
Of course, this was wrong; bloke knew what Master Kamp had got out of me during my earlier interview with The Order. …More than just the truth. And yet, years of hiding my longest-held secret reflexively took over, even in the face of a Grandmaster.
Master Figata, his wizened face etched with a dubious look, asked me to stand. Buddy had me remove my pants, then suit, restrain, and lastly my collared shirt, leaving me down to nothing but my undergarments. An inner submission guided me through the motions, led by Figata’s voice. It took charge when I was uncertain and, as Master Figata’s hands revealed to me, it was far more honest than I was.
My erection, exposing how much I was turned on by being ordered by older men, pressed out against my garments and stained the front with precum. Master Figata brushed his hands briefly across the tip of my member, and just that slight motion sent a spark coursing throughout that the nerves of my body. It made me whimper with need.
How perfect it felt, I thought, to have the truth coaxed out of me.
Fellow went behindhand me, and reached his arms over mine. Master Figata’s stony hands squeezed my pecs, groping them forcefully enough this when his hands relaxed, I felt the ghost of his strength still in the body. I shuddered. The way dude fondled me, crushing the muscle absolutely in his big palm, then working his grip gently towards the tip of my teats, sent waves of entertainment coursing through my flesh.
It was so exciting — being manipulated like an object, like a toy. Forcing me to reveal secrets to someone of such worthy power, who seemed to know exactly how to bring my body to the brink with practiced motions.
My legs were weak, and my knees trembled. Master Figata looked at me with this warm, welcoming smile and said nothing. Lad just kept fondling my thorax, squeezing and kneading my pecs, occasionally using a thumb to poke harsh on 1 nipp or 1 greater amount.
With words of instruction I understood formerly I could even think ’bout them, I found myself on all fours on top of the Master’s cleared wooden desk.
Fellow traced the lines of the desk with the tip of his finger as guy walked behindhand me. With his hands upon me, chap educated me to widen my legs just a little wider. I complied, my body fluctuating with excitement as this guy pulled my underwear down. Those same strong hands that nursed my front, immediately squeezed and fondled my rear.
"Beautiful," this chub murmured.
It felt nice to be complimented, but greater to be played with. Mr. Figata brought his face between my cheeks. Chap lapped at my entrance, and the plunge of his wet tongue put me in a sort of trance — I arched back against him, instinctively.
Gink obliged, working a hand beneath my bottom and holding me steady as lad attacked my hole. Master coaxed me into a frenzy with each lap, occasionally fingering me as boy caught his breath.
Master Figata’s tongue lured me into a rhythm that made me forget both time and location. When the last flick slipped out of me, I not quite just collapsed onto the desk, overloaded with fun.
Fellow rose up above me — I heard the clattering noise of his unbuckling belt as it dropped onto the floor. Bloke took his cock in 1 hand, stroking himself slowly, then dipped it into my apperture.
I had never felt such fun. His thick manhood, like a powerful muscle, plunged and punched into me. It made my bollocks draw up constricting inside. My flesh obeyed wordless orders of submission. I could merely grunt as that guy drove into me, and I admitted myself to be spread.
Each time this Master pierce into my ass, I felt as if I were going to fly separately. And with every stab chap found, through some divine force, my prostate — that little knot of nerves tucked up inside of me that bombarded me with sensation.
As his pace quickened, dude flipped me over onto my back. It was the 1st time since dude brought me to the desk this I got to look at his face, which glowed with purpose. Guy pounded me over and over, and admitted me to stroke my own rock-hard cock alongside him.
I didn’t realize that this was The Order’s lesson guiding my hand, for I was so lost in the waves of entertainment that no thought came to me at all. I just desired to cum. And I wanted Master to cum inside me.
As if to celebrate my wordless admission, Master pulled out and jerked off his own much larger cock alongside mine. We exploded, unitedly, and anointed my inner thighs with shared seed.
We laid like this for a short time, attached in shared carnality, sweaty, and spent. This guy ran his fingers throughout this my hair, cleaned me up with a nearby towel, then dressed me properly.
I left Master Figata’s office with a far greater understanding of The Order, myself, and the value of truth.
It was one of the unexcelled days of my life—and it was still but 1 of many lessons The Order, and my new masters, had designed for me. After what Master Figata educated me, I was prepared to face them. All of them, and as often as possible.