Studio: Masonic Dudes

Apprentice James felt the first peg enter his apperture with a fiery sting. Buddy was not quite in readiness as that chub sat down on the shiny wooden chair, intimidated by the line of trinkets securely sealed to its surface. Bloke looked into Master Cox’s eyes as fellow sat across the room, enthroned by a large red easy-chair and positioned such that James could perfectly and expectedly meet his gaze. Chap looked for a sign of Cox’s kindness, but it was clear that the older man did not intend for him to stop. Sacrifice and hard work was part of every rite and ritual on the way to becoming a Master Mason. James knew this and acquired it. But it didn’t make the work every less challenging. Up ’till Master Legrand stuck his long finger throughout this his sphincter, he’d never experienced the sensation of his hollow widening beyond his oversight. Now, gink was testing himself far beyond the demands of a single digit. Master Cox was a handsome man with summer-tanned skin and a dark mustache. Chap didn’t appear without delay threatening or intimidating. Truthfully, dude had the look of a normal dad. Someone fellow might have met in life. Guy could have been a instructor, an office chief, a director, or even the parent of one of his comrades. At any another moment, boy might have faded away in the background of his suburban life, another face in a sea of elders. But here, in the dark, black room of the temple, fellow was imbued with power and authority this James had to recognize. As Pupil James eased himself down, Master Cox’ face expressed something less than enjoyment. While James felt like this guy was pushing himself, Master Cox seemed to interpret this as only the warm up. And looking at what was to come, it was clear that the youthful man was naive to feel like that was a challenge. Nevertheless, when the older man ordered him to proceed to the next peg, the apprentice did so without hesitation. While dude felt an intensive heat around his ears and cheeks and a quick pulse birching within his heart, fellow did what that chub thought was demanded of him. As this chub moved down the line, James felt himself becoming more and more acclimated to the stretching of his hole. The objects seemed to be a warm up for the 1 before it, much easier to take on each layer up. But whenever it seemed like chap was cheating the Order by not pressing forcefully down against the stool, Master Fantana, a younger but equally comely superior, stood beside him, prepared to press down on his shoulders and ensure dude was fully engulfing the object. Master Fantana would occasionally oil up the next peg, getting it in readiness for the apprentice’s next step. Gink would rub the excess on James’ flesh, making his smooth, alabaster flesh glisten in the dim light. It somehow made James warmer, covering his skin where it would otherwise be bare. The warmth made him greater amount persistent to continue while also providing a priceless sight to his masters. Despite his resolve and determination to meet Master Cox’s expectations, his virgin hole could merely take so much. The older man was impressed with how far fellow made it, but knew not to reveal this in every way. Power is just only effective when it means discipline likewise as reward. And for not meeting the expectations of the Order, Learner James would have to face the consequences. The young man was placed on a massive red altar with his legs held up by the younger master. Fantana helped the boy into position, bringing his ass to the end of the ceremonial table and keeping his lower limbs held up and separately. Learner James was keenly aware that his well used hole was out and presented, right at the height of Master Cox’s loins. The thought first made him nervous. Guy was clearly in a position to be fucked. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and now, in the dark with these strange men, this chub was going to have a once in a lifetime change. Lad felt the urge to stop it, but fellow knew if gink did, his entrance into the Order would be stopped. As Master Cox removed his pants, gink saw the mustachioed daddy’s hard, veiny python sticking out from under his undershirt. It was thick and throbbing, clearly aroused by seeing the undergraduate work over his apperture. Something about the familiarity of that stranger–his dad-next-door energy and paired with unsuspecting authority–made Pupil James unpredictedly serious. Thinking of this man–the coach, the banker, the father, the bridegroom, whoever this guy was in his true life–fucking him and filling him with his manmeat sent a thrill in his skin. He’d at all times worried what his first time would be like, and knowing the moment had come filled him with excitement. Trainee James thought there might be greater amount ceremony and ritual to come, but to his surprise and pleasure, the older man simply brought his bare manmeat between his cheeks and slid it unfathomable into his flesh. It took place with a unexpected shock and a feeling of pressure unfathomable in his gut. And then that was that. Learner James was no longer a virgin. Bloke looked up Master Cox, staring into the eyes of the 1st man to bang him. Guy knew he’d remember this moment for the rest of his life, so that chub tried his superlative to memorize everything. The lustful, thick air of the room, dense with wish and perspiration. The slight beading of sweat building on the older man’s brow. And the powerful, commanding, masculine way his face stared back at him as guy began to thrust back and forth…

Format: mp4
Duration: 21:15
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 7839kbps
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