Masonic Boys - Dillon Stone and Serg Shepard
Release Year: 2025
Studio: Masonic
Boys
Cast: Dillon Stone, Serg Shepard
Genres:
cum, daddy,
dildo,
gay, helping hands, jerk,
masturbation,
porn, smooth,
solo
I’ve always tried so
hard to behave myself. My mother always said I was a people-pleaser, and I guess
she’s not wrong. I try to
look smart. I try to be helpful. I try to listen and to learn. The trouble is I just can’t seem to get things right. Sometimes I feel that the harder I try, the more likely I am to end up in trouble. To make matters worse, most of the time I just don’t know what I’ve done wrong, and it’s impossible to learn from your mistakes if you don’t know what those mistakes are. I was informed yesterday evening that disciplinary action was required as a result of my recent behavior. No more information was given. I was simply told to report to Master Stone at 9pm. Of course, I spent the whole night and all of the day today worrying about what I’d done, trying to replay every darned conversation I’d ever had with Master Stone in an attempt to figure out why I’d been summoned. By the time I reached the chamber, I was a mess. Master Stone, unsurprisingly, said nothing.
He just sat on a
red chair in the darkened room and beckoned me over to
him,
deep disappointment etched all over
his handsome face.
He immediately told me to remove my pants and I did so, obediently, trying to control my nerves because my hands just wouldn’t stop shaking. I stood for a moment or two, rigid with fear, as the master looked up at me, assessing my punishment. Then
he told me to lie across
his lap. For a split second I couldn’t make myself move. I instantly realized that
he was going to smack me—just like they did in the olden days. The thought of
his giant hands pelting down on my body was terrifying beyond words. I took a
deep breath and tentatively moved towards
his lap, somewhat clumsily lying face down on top of it. I was instantly engulfed by wafts of a
beautiful scent which was
coming from underneath
his clothes. I was so profoundly sorry that it was Master Stone whom I’d let down. I have so much respect for
him. It sounds crazy because the
man was about to discipline me, but there was something comforting about the prospect.
He’s so tall and important and I felt so
small and insignificant, I just wanted to hold
him.
He ran
his huge hand over my
ass cheeks. It felt as though
he were sizing me up, trying to work out where to land
his blows. My body began to tense up as I started to imagine just how painful it was going to be.
He was wearing large rings on
his fingers. Would they cut into me? Make me ? I felt
his dick stiffening in
his pants and beginning to push into my belly. It was clear that
he was turned on by the thought of punishing me and I was unsure about how to process that information.
He then spent what seemed like an age running
his hand over my butt and down onto my thighs.
His movements felt inquisitive, like
he was somehow fascinated by the shape of my body. Terrified as I was, I can’t deny that the experience was also a little arousing, and that sensation brought with it a
deep sense of shame. I heard myself letting out a series of groans, wishing all of this could be happening in different circumstances; but, simultaneously aware that it was the nature of this particular circumstance which was oddly fuelling my sexual excitement. I’ve seldom felt so conflicted. Every time I tried to
look up,
he pushed me back down. I longed to undo my tie. I felt like I was about to pass out. There was a pause. And then, thwack,
his hand made contact with my
ass. It wasn’t against bare flesh. Thank God I was still in my garments. But it sent a shockwave through my body. I don’t think it hurt. To be honest, too much adrenaline was surging through me to be able to tell. It certainly tingled afterwards. I tensed up waiting for another hit, but instead,
he pushed
his hand beneath my garments and soothingly ran it over my naked
ass cheeks. The sensation was wonderful. It instantly made me feel safe, despite what had just happened. I tightly held onto Master Stone’s leg, realizing that I could neither predict what was going to happen next, nor anticipate how I would react to it.
He pushed a finger
hard into my hole. It made me yelp; more, I suspect, out of shock, than because it hurt. At the same time, I felt
his dick twitching against my stomach again. It was large—very large—and I suddenly found myself obsessing over the thought of it entering me. If
he wanted me,
he could have me. I would follow a giant of a
man like Master Stone to the end of the world if
he asked me to.
He smacked me again. Then again, harder this time. My body began to hum with anticipation.
He instructed me to stand and to remove my shirt and tie. I jumped to my
feet, instantly obeying
his orders, aware, for the
first time, that I was rock
hard and tenting like crazy in my semi-see-through garments. I instantly became engulfed with shame again. Surely I wasn’t meant to be getting off on this punishment?
He would be horrified to think that it had that effect on me, right? I stood in my garmets as
he glanced down at my
dick. I was about to apologize, when
he reached out and prodded it with
his finger, stating what seemed so horribly obvious, that I was getting aroused. I told
him that I was sorry.
He nodded, too
deep in thought to reply. Then
he instructed me to get back down over
his lap and I did as asked. I felt
him picking something up from the floor. I didn’t dare to
look around to see what it was, but it felt cold as
he ran it over my butt. Then
he struck me with it. It must have been made from wood. It was
hard and it hurt, but in a good way. Then
he pushed my garments down and my blood started to run cold. The thought of whatever
he was holding striking naked flesh was one I wasn’t at all sure about. I felt
his dick tenting against my stomach and then the weight of the object slamming against my butt cheek. It stung. It shocked me. But as soon as the initial surprise had dissipated, I was ready for it to happen again. I did not have to wait long.
He hit me harder this time, and as
he struck me for a third time, I realized my
dick had started to
squirt pre-
cum onto
his suit pants.
He ordered me to stand once again and to remove all of my clothes, before commanding me to lie back down on
his lap.
He held my neck with one of
his hands and used the other to grab me by my balls.
He squeezed and tugged me until I was gasping uncontrollably, my whole body writhing in intense spasms of both pain and ecstasy, my
dick still twitching jets of pre-
cum into
his thigh.
He continued to smack me with increasing intensity, but then changed
his tactic and began to rub me with oil. It felt soothing as
he ran it into the areas which were somewhat sore from the smacking, but then
he began to push
his fingers into my hole again. Master Stone then told me to sit on
his lap facing
him, my naked
legs wrapped around
his body. Then
he tilted me backwards, so my head was on the floor.
He carefully removed
his ring before covering
his hand in oil which
he dripped all over my rock
hard penis, absentmindedly toying with it before pushing
his fat finger
deep into my hole. Then
he very carefully removed a clear
toy from a
black velvet bag. I instantly knew
he was going to push it into me and
he did so casually and without warning. It was thrilling. Intense.
Beautiful. I submitted, entirely to
him.
He could do whatever
he wanted to me.
He jerked me off with one hand as
he continued to thrust the object in and out of my twitching hole with increasing speed. I looked up at
him, smart as a button in
his suit and tie, barely breaking into a sweat as I writhed and snaked about underneath
him.
He told me that
he wanted me to
cum for
him. I grabbed my oil-covered
dick and started to tug at it, desperate to extend the feelings of
deep satisfaction for as long as I could before reaching
orgasm. Then, just like that, I exploded. I felt a rush of absolute bliss surging through my body as the semen shot out of me, all over my chest, my
legs quivering uncontrollably. I lay on the floor, trying to comprehend what had just happened, trying to understand if I’d been punished or rewarded, trying to fathom why I was now feeling so intensely connected to Master Stone and so, so desperate to be with
him again.
Format: mp4
Duration: 28:26
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 6994kbps
Audio: 124kbps
File size: 1.4 GB
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