Masonic Boys - Apprentice Monroe - Chapter 3
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Discipline is both a noun and a verb. It is the act of training someone physically or mentally, either someone else or yourself. The term can also be used to describe the action of punishment. In the case of The Brotherhood, discipline is the vehicle to
help young men who arrive at better versions of themselves. It is beyond grammatical rules — it is the concept of purpose, directly administered.
In the case of
young Apprentice Monroe, the time for
his discipline had come.
He had already been with, and vetted by, Masters Figata and Kamp.
He had learned much about the pleasure of
men, and
his expected
role in providing it. What
he had not learned yet, but will, is that pain can be a pleasure, too. It can lead to something larger, something grander than oneself. And a grander and larger presence than any Apprentice Monroe had met before waited for
him in a darkened room.
He felt a chill run through
him at the sight of this imposing figure. This powerful
man, carved by time and strength, with the
eyes of a hawk and the kind of smile that made one feel
small, was Grandmaster Legrand.
Sitting on a
red chair that framed
him in stark contrast to the rest of the room, Legrand studied the
young apprentice as
he entered. The Grandmaster’s fingers traced the edge of the wooden board; its dark surface polished to a slight sheen. Monroe shivered at the sight of the Master's hand on it.
He had not seen such a structure before, but as it was pronged with rods of increasing girth and shaped with domes at the top, its purpose needed little imagination to figure out.
Grandmaster Legrand instructed the apprentice to strip himself of
his clothes one piece at a time. Tie, dress shirt, belt, slacks — all offered as sacrifice to the Grandmaster. When Apprentice Monroe was down to nothing but
his sacred garments the Master beckoned the
boy to come next to
him.
The apprentice swallowed
hard as the Master's hands roamed across
his body. They explored every inch of
his skin, leaving trails of heat everywhere they went. It was an experience so intense the
boy could only stand there frozen like a statue, unable to move unless
his Master ordered
him. When Legrand reached down and stroked the
young apprentice's
dick through the cloth it brought weak, whimpering sounds of ecstasy out of the
boy. Ecstasy that grew in volume as Legrand tweaked
his young nipples, and thumbed the head of
his boy-
cock.
Satisfied with the cry of pleasure from Apprentice Monroe, Legrand fished Maxx's meat from the cloth and held it between two fingers. Then
he leaned forward and drew the cockhead into
his lips.
He swallowed it in long,
sensual gulps, teased and tasted it with
his tongue, and made it pop from suction when
he removed it from
his mouth. The Master could tell from taste alone that Maxx was ready.
He had
him remove the last of
his garments, then guided the
boy with a slight wave of
his massive hand towards the far end of the wooden board.
With a silver container of sacred oils, Apprentice Monroe coated the
first, and smallest, of the prongs. Once slick,
he straddled the bench and, with great care, lowered himself onto the
first prong. As
he did so, Legrand locked onto
his gaze. The Master granted
him a slight, steely nod and, after a long exhale, the Apprentice lowered himself down further still until the prong pushed inside
his rectum. Thanks to both the lubricant of the sacred oils and the lessons from
his previous masters, the
boy conquered this
first prong with ease.
He moved up and down it, allowing the warm oil-coated shaft to stretch
him.
It wouldn't be discipline if the task was easy, though. Recognizing the
boy's accomplishment, Legrand ordered
him forward towards the next one. It was a little bigger than the
first and a little longer. The sacred oil helped again as
he eased himself down onto it.
He took a
deep breath before sliding himself up and down the rod. Then, on order from
his master, the
boy looked over the battlefield in front of
him. The third one Apprentice Monroe conquered was wider and longer; but not yet the biggest. That honor didn't belong to the fourth one, either, which stretched
him beyond what
he thought
he could handle, leaving
him a shaking, weakened wreck.
Which is why when
he came to the final prong, the one closest to
his Master, the
boy couldn't quite take it in without losing control. It wasn't just the length, but the incredible girth! Only the most experienced of sphincters could even hope to approach this one.
He closed
his eyes and concentrated on
his breathing,
his sweating body sliding as far as it could down the oil-slicked plug.
His Master watched intently. When the
boy opened
his eyes again,
his quivering lips admitted defeat.
And that's fine, the Grandmaster thought. Life is full of hurdles to struggle against. Masters is the Brotherhood recognize that in situations like these the
boys are looking for guidance from their elders.
Grandmaster Legrand ordered the apprentice off the prong. The
boy nodded obediently and lifted
his trembling frame.
His eyes glued to
his Master's form. The way this DILF was sitting
he was distinguished masculinity personified — and Legrand knew the effect it would have on
his apprentice. A quivering erection stood upright from between the
boy's
legs, the head of which glistened with pre-
cum from its journey down the board of prongs. The Grandmaster ordered
him to get onto all fours on the bench and, with great eagerness, the
boy complied.
Legrand smiled as
he noticed how the muscles of the
boy’s
ass clenched in anticipation of what was
coming next. The Grandmaster had already put many of
his young charges through this and was happy to have another chance to
enjoy this pleasure.
He thoroughly tested the cave of the
boy's stretched rectum with
his manly fingers. Satisfied,
he rolled up
his sleeves, unzipped
his pants and positioned himself behind
his charge.
As the giant
man slid himself into the tiny twink's bottom, the Apprentice gasped loudly into the boards below. Legrand thrust
hard into the
boy’s sweating, riled body.
He withdrew before slamming back inside once more, and pumped
his body again and again with carnal thrusts. The giant Master fucked the twink like this until all that
boy could see was stars, and all that
he could hear was the creaking of the board supporting
his body.
When Legrand finally came,
he bred the
boy with a rush of primal force.
His piston caused the apprentice's
eyes to roll back into
his head and a shout to escape from the
boy’s ragged
throat. The Grandmaster eventually pulled out and, once they both recovered, the tall Master tenderly helped the trembling bottom to stand.
He dressed the
boy back in
his original clothes, brushing out the suggestion of wrinkles with
his strong palm. Legrand cuffed
his own sleeves, leaned into the
boy's ear, and whispered praise for the apprentice’s performance, gave advice on how
he could improve for The Brotherhood, and preparations
he'd need to make for
his future ordination. Apprentice Monroe, still sweating and gasping, listened, nodded, and obeyed...
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