Masonic Boys - Felix Kamp and Jack Waters - The Interview
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: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 6321kbps
Audio: 124kbps
File size: 1.2 GB
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