Masonic Boys - Apprentice Ducati - Chapter 1 - The Interview
Release Year: 2024
Studio: Masonic
Boys
Cast: Felix Kamp, Grant Ducati
Genres:
cum, fingering,
gay, helping hands, jerked off,
masturbation,
porn, smooth,
solo, twink
I've come to realize that I'm a little different from the other masters here. I've been described as an eccentric, a loner, a radical. I'm aware that I speak English with an accent. In my head, of course, I think I sound like everyone around me, but as soon as I open my
mouth to someone new, I'm asked about my accent. I've always wanted to respond with: "Knowledge is power and I am a
man of mystery." My task is to interview potential new recruits. In the process of assessing them, I'm expected to put each of them through their paces. I know from the moment they walk into the chamber if they have what it
takes to become an apprentice, and my instinct has not yet been proven wrong. My methods are unique. I do not remove my clothes. I never spill my own seed. I derive great pleasure from my actions but mental stimulation, for me, is far more powerful than anything physical. Many of the
boys are on edge when they arrive. They have no idea what to expect, either from the interview or from the apprenticeship; it is my task to initiate them into the ways of The Order. They must demonstrate malleability, submissiveness, openness, willingness, tenacity; but, more than anything else, their bodies must desire the
touch of a dominant
man. Apprentice Ducati was a
young man that I instantly understood. I knew immediately that
his interview would be successful and that I would be recommending
him without hesitation.
He was polite, very open, very
handsome, somewhat innocent and nervous-but there was a steeliness about
him which I found intriguing. I took
him through the standard questions. We tend not to deviate from them. It enables us to judge all potential recruits on an even keel and the questions are specially written to provide all the information we require. They are of a sexual nature and are designed to make the
boys feel uncomfortable. We ask them if they like the company of
men, if they
touch themselves, if they've looked at pornography and so forth. I was intrigued by Ducati's answer to the question of whether
he'd ever masturbated. Most
boys, predictably, say no. Probably because they think they should; but, most of them are lying. Ducati, interestingly, told me that
he "didn't think"
he'd masturbated which was definitely not the response of someone who was attempting to obfuscate. I asked Apprentice Ducati if
he'd ever been attracted to older
men and unsurprisingly,
he said
he hadn't. I asked if
he was willing to prove this and
he agreed without hesitation. I told
him to stand and undress.
His face fell. I don't know what
he was expecting me to say, but it probably wasn't that.
He thought for a moment, looking carefully into my
eyes, I suspect to see if I was serious. I was impressed, however, when
he dutifully stood and began to undo
his tie.
He was plainly nervous, very nervous, but
he did not cower and
he did not falter.
He was determined, and I liked that.
He removed
his shirt.
He was in good shape.
He plainly works out and keeps himself
fit.
He stood, looking a little ashamed, holding
his hand defensively in front of
his crotch. I took it gently and pushed it to
his side before taking the buckle of
his belt and very slowly undoing it. I could see that
he was shaking, but
he made no attempt to stop me. I pulled the belt from
his slacks. I
love the feeling of leather in my hands. I
love the power that comes from just holding a belt. A belt is many things. It exists to make a
man look smart and masculine. When held, a belt becomes a powerful plaything. It was silent in the room. Every squeak and rustle of clothing seemed amplified beyond all reckoning. I casually dropped
his belt and reached for the fastening of
his slacks.
His body instantly tensed up.
He knew, I knew
he was
hard.
He'd been
hard from the moment
he stood up. I pushed
his pants down a little way, just enough to expose the exceptionally impressive bulge in
his garments.
He looked anxious-and why wouldn't
he? I'd just exposed
him as a liar or discovered a secret about
him which
he may not even have known himself. The stakes were high. From that moment on, my task was simply to make
him desperate for my
touch. Ducati was clearly attracted to me, or at least turned on by my actions, but it was also clear that
he had never experienced anything like this before. I told
him to sit and
he sank into
his chair looking utterly dejected. Again, and now somewhat unsuccessfully,
he attempted to hold
his hands over
his giant bulge. I began to
touch his legs and
he shivered. Identifying a
young man's erogenous zones is the speediest way to break down
his barriers. The poor
boy was trying desperately to regulate
his breathing, but it was all too much for
him. There are times when I
look at an apprentice and feel a
deep emotional connection with
him and this was one of those times. This
boy was special and
his induction needed to be a tender one.
He made no objection to my tying
his hands behind the chair. Once , a
young man is often more readily opened up to eroticism.
He no longer needs to think that
he would be able to prevent what is happening by batting someone's hand aside or simply walking away.
His only barrier now is
his mind. I touched
him all over until
he was trembling uncontrollably. Goose bumps forming on
his arms and thighs,
his big dick like a rod of iron in
his stark white garments. I pulled
his member out and applied saliva to its tip.
He groaned deeply. I ran my hand up and down
his shaft.
He began to gasp. I looked at
him.
He smiled weakly.
He was mine. Saliva turned into oils which I allowed to drip down the length of
his cock until my giant hands were able to glide up and down its shaft with zero friction.
He bit
his lip, then closed
his eyes and threw
his head back, still terrified that
he was not permitted to feel such levels of arousal. I spread
his legs wide and pulled
him to the front of the chair so that
his ass was exposed. I then pushed an oily finger into
his hole.
He was tight, but
he clearly found this new sensation to
his liking. I pulled out my
dildo and ran it over
his body.
He knew that it was destined for
his ass, but I wanted to see
his hole twitching before I gave
him what
he so clearly wanted. I pushed it into
his mouth and
he took it, without choking. I told
him to spit on it, to make it nice and wet, and
he obeyed. Then I pushed the
dildo slowly into
his hole.
He resisted for a while. The thought was exciting but frightening. Nothing had ever been pushed up there before. But then
he yielded to me, gritting
his teeth bravely, trying to breathe deeply as the
dildo slowly inched its way into
him. Once
he'd got over the shock, I was able to
toy with
him, tapping the
dildo with my signet ring and sending electric shocks of pure delight through
his body. It was a pleasure to
watch his face-to
watch him attempting to comprehend what was happening-that feeling of
his body engulfing
his mind,
his penis taking control. The moaning and groaning intensified. They grew louder and louder as the semen began to rise in
his balls. And then, just like that,
he exploded, all over my hand and
his belly, clearly not understanding that
his entire life had just turned a huge corner. This
boy will make every single one of the masters here incredibly happy and
he is destined to become a remarkable apprentice.
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