Masonic Boys – Apprentice Rivers: Chapter 2

August 13th, 2024 | Gay BDSM

Sometimes a boy needs to be punished. greater amount often than not, he’s done something wretched, but occasionally fellow simply needs to be brought down a peg or 2. Our apprentices will often develop an air of arrogance as they near the end of their training, and if this occurs, it is substantial to educate em a lesson in the importance of honoring hierarchy.
My name is Master Kamp, and I’m responsible for disciplining our recruits. Many would describe me as having sadistic tendencies, but it is without a doubt my unfathomable understanding of human nature and emotions which makes me successful. It is true this I am fully uncompromising in my methods, but the fact is, I rarely fail.
I’m in a short time mentoring Master Knox in the art of discipline, and a useful luck recently presented itself which enabled me to observe his progress.
We have a somewhat troubled teen apprentice in our ranks: Learner Rivers. Accepting him into the fold was in truth a risk, but, when u make a breakthrough with a boy like this, the results can be deeply rewarding. General punishment has become a vital part of his training.
I came to a decision to admit Master Knox to take the lead. I knew I would enjoy watching him in oversight. He’s a tall, masculine man with a powerful frame, who is familiar with the importance of being impeccably dressed.
Knox without delay started to remove Rivers’ formal clothing. The boy remained passive but there were subtle signs that man was nervous and agitated, unsure what to expect from a master he’d never encountered formerly.
I detected a level of rousing excitement from Knox which pleased me. There was a neat ridge running diagonally towards the pocket of his suit pants which implied man was already severe. A master must have fun his role and bloke displayed natural showmanship as lad tore the boy’s belt off.
Chap physically inspected Rivers in a fairly rough-handed manner, which felt proper, especially when this chub began to integrate a sexy element to the proceedings. Young Rivers was shortly after clearly oscillating between states of fear and deep sexy arousal.
Knox started to prepare Disciple Rivers with a unique blend of oils, allowing his enormous, masculine hands to glide up and down the boy’s shivering flesh. Rivers at once yielded to his new master. Dude wanted to be held, protected, loved. Again, I was pleased.
We use a series of perspex pegs as scene of the discipline regime. They are, essentially, phalluses of varying largenesses linked to a long wooden armchair, which the boy is expected to tackle one by 1. Penalty is just only effective if it exists in the unique space between ache and amusement.
Rivers was taught to prepare the smallest peg with lubrication formerly lowering himself down onto it and riding it slowly. The experience was plainly wholly too pleasurable for him which indicated the peg was too small, so I instructed him to move onto the second…
That guy did as requested, prepping the peg with oil again, before allowing it to pierce him. But, again, it was all too easy, so we proceeded rapidly.
And so it went with the third peg, and then the fourth. Those 2 pegs were a little less comfortable for the trainee and fellow showed signs of struggling to take them. I instructed Knox to assist, which that guy did by applying pressure to the boy’s shoulders, effectively pushing him down onto the dildos. The fourth peg, in particular, required Knox to apply considerable .
I was pleased to note that boy began to use his hands to apply pressure to the boy’s muzzle. I could watch the outline of the master’s dick throbbing in his tightly-tailored suit pants as fellow throttled and massaged the needy boy.
The penultimate peg was ever-likely to cause considerable issues for Rivers. I could see the panic in his innocent eyes as guy dutifully lubed it up. Knox hovered behindhand the boy as bloke began to lower himself onto it. It was clearly a challenge and Knox was required to use brute strength to assist.
Rivers whimpered and shivered, repeatedly saying dude couldn’t do it and requiring continual encouragement, yet with one intensive bawl, the boy sank all the way down onto the peg. Knox gritted his teeth and lasted to apply enough pressure to keep the boy impaled. I stared harsh at him, proud and somewhat aroused to watch him taking such complete control of the situation.
The final peg is generally considered to be unmanageable. In my time using that psycho-sexual form of penalty, it has only been achieved a handful of times. This Rivers was even in readiness to try it spoke incredibly well of him. Gink tentatively ready it, his face turning pale at the horrifying thought, but made every effort to take it. We were both impressed, but unsurprised when man ultimately failed.
And failure, of course, means greater amount punishment, which, in this instance, centered around pulling the boy over my knee and smacking his bare ass with the palm of my hand. I made eye-contact once other time with Knox. This is a part of the discipline regime which dude is less familiar with, so I knew lad would need to observe me carefully.
I started smacking him without a worthy deal of , but chap was shortly after whimpering and sniveling. Knox grabbed his face tenderly. Those all-important good-cop-bad-cop roles were unexpectedly reversed…
I moved onto a wooden paddle and built up the intensity of the punishment. Some of my blows doubled him over, making him clench and tense. His tiny skin squirmed and convulsed over my knee, yet dude was rock severe throughout.
I grabbed his dick and squeezed it as I upped the intensity of the paddling, then started to jerk him off. At that point, I was able to actually let him have it, my paddle repeatedly raining down on his instantly bright red ass cheeks. Faster. Stronger. Even faster. Even harder. The boy was writhing and crying. My legs widened instinctively. River’s thigh was wriggling over my dick and causing it to harden.
The boy suddenly, and entirely unscheduledly, shot his load. I felt the juices seeping between my fingertips and glanced down to see he’d sprayed all over the location. And once a boy has orgasms, his punishment needs to promptly end. Dude must be dismissed without ceremony and left to clean himself up in complete privacy while boy contemplates what he’s learned from the experience.