Masonic Boys - Apprentice Rivers: Chapter 2 Grayland
Sometimes a boy needs to be punished. More often than not, he’s done something bad, but occasionally he simply needs to be brought down a peg or two. Our apprentices will often develop an air of arrogance as they near the end of their training, and if this happens, it’s important to teach them a lesson in the importance of honoring hierarchy.
My name is Master Kamp, and I’m responsible for disciplining our recruits. Many would describe me as having sadistic tendencies, but it is actually my deep understanding of human nature and emotions which makes me successful. It is true that I am entirely uncompromising in my methods, but the fact is, I rarely fail.
I’m presently mentoring Master Knox in the art of discipline, and a useful opportunity recently presented itself which enabled me to observe his progress.
We have a somewhat troubled young apprentice in our ranks: Apprentice Rivers. Accepting him into the fold was certainly a risk, but, when you make a breakthrough with a boy like that, the results can be deeply rewarding. Regular punishment has become a vital part of his training.
I decided to allow Master Knox to take the lead. I knew I would enjoy watching him in control. He’s a tall, masculine man with a powerful frame, who knows the importance of being impeccably dressed.
Knox instantly started to remove Rivers’ formal clothing. The boy remained passive but there were subtle signs that he was nervous and agitated, unsure what to expect from a master he’d never encountered before.
I detected a level of sexual excitement from Knox which pleased me. There was a neat ridge running diagonally towards the pocket of his suit pants which implied he was already hard. A master must enjoy his role and he demonstrated natural showmanship as he tore the boy’s belt off.
He physically inspected Rivers in a fairly rough-handed manner, which felt appropriate, especially when he began to integrate a sexual element to the proceedings. Young Rivers was soon clearly oscillating between states of fear and deep sexual arousal.
Knox started to prepare Apprentice Rivers with a unique blend of oils, allowing his large, masculine hands to glide up and down the boy’s shivering body. Rivers instantly yielded to his new master. He wanted to be held, protected, loved. Again, I was pleased.
We use a series of perspex pegs as part of the discipline regime. They are, essentially, phalluses of varying sizes attached to a long wooden bench, which the boy is expected to tackle one by one. Punishment is only effective if it exists in the unique space between pain and pleasure.
Rivers was instructed to prepare the smallest peg with lubrication before lowering himself down onto it and riding it slowly. The experience was plainly entirely too pleasurable for him which indicated the peg was too small, so I instructed him to move onto the second…
He did as requested, prepping the peg with oil again, before allowing it to penetrate him. But, again, it was all too easy, so we proceeded swiftly.
And so it went with the third peg, and then the fourth. These two pegs were a little less comfortable for the apprentice and he showed signs of struggling to take them. I instructed Knox to assist, which he did by applying pressure to the boy’s shoulders, effectively pushing him down onto the dildos. The fourth peg, in particular, required Knox to apply considerable .
I was pleased to note that he began to use his hands to apply pressure to the boy’s throat. I could see the outline of the master’s dick throbbing in his tightly-tailored suit pants as he throttled and massaged the needy boy.
The penultimate peg was ever-likely to cause considerable issues for Rivers. I could see the panic in his innocent eyes as he dutifully lubed it up. Knox hovered behind the boy as he began to lower himself onto it. It was clearly a challenge and Knox was required to use brute strength to assist.
Rivers whimpered and shivered, repeatedly saying he couldn’t do it and requiring continual encouragement, yet with one intense scream, the boy sank all the way down onto the peg. Knox gritted his teeth and continued to apply enough pressure to keep the boy impaled. I stared hard at him, proud and somewhat aroused to see him taking such complete control of the situation.
The final peg is generally considered to be unmanageable. In my time using this psycho-sexual form of punishment, it has only been achieved a handful of times. That Rivers was even willing to try it spoke incredibly well of him. He tentatively prepared it, his face turning pale at the horrifying thought, but made every effort to take it. We were both impressed, but unsurprised when he ultimately failed.
And failure, of course, means more punishment, which, in this instance, centered around pulling the boy over my knee and smacking his bare ass with the palm of my hand. I made eye-contact once again with Knox. This is a part of the discipline regime which he is less familiar with, so I knew he would need to observe me carefully.
I started smacking him without a great deal of , but he was soon whimpering and sniveling. Knox grabbed his face tenderly. Those all-important good-cop-bad-cop roles were suddenly reversed…
I moved onto a wooden paddle and built up the intensity of the punishment. Some of my blows doubled him over, making him clench and tense. His tiny body squirmed and convulsed over my knee, yet he was rock hard throughout.
I grabbed his dick and squeezed it as I upped the intensity of the paddling, then started to jerk him off. At this point, I was able to really let him have it, my paddle repeatedly raining down on his now bright red ass cheeks. Faster. Harder. Even faster. Even harder. The boy was writhing and screaming. My legs widened instinctively. River’s thigh was wriggling over my dick and causing it to harden.
The boy suddenly, and entirely unexpectedly, shot his load. I felt the juices seeping between my fingertips and glanced down to see he’d sprayed all over the place. And once a boy cums, his punishment needs to immediately end. He must be dismissed without ceremony and left to clean himself up in complete privacy while he contemplates what he’s learned from the experience.
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The Play Date: Dillon Diaz Doms Sexy Sub Benvi Big Bend
Cast: Dillon Diaz ,Benvi
Genres: Dildo ,Bareback ,Anal ,Corporal Punishment ,Circumcised ,impact play ,bottom ,Role Play ,Domination ,Discipline
Video language: English
Finding a good submissive is hard. Dillon Diaz knows that all too well. That’s why once he was connected to Benvi, he was quick to take the young man on a date to get to know him better. The first date went splendidly (except for a rather rude waitress in the form of Mother Mary). So great in fact that Dillon KNEW he had found his sub so he takes Benvi home to his dungeon for a proper play session. Benvi is eager and a bit apprehensive but soon enough fear subsides to released inhibitions and the sir and slave have an intense play session. Dillon takes special care to use pins all over his sexy sub’s body including a zipper and pins all over his balls which gets Benvi rock hard. Dillon flogs and paddles Benvi’s perfect ass before roping him up on one leg and pounding away at his bouncy butt and perfect hole. Dillon breaks out the massage gun and uses it on both Benvi’s hole and his throbbing cock before edging him and denying his climax before letting his new toy shoot his creamy load.
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The Submission of Cameron Kincade Prinsburg
Cast: Cameron Kincade ,Jessie Colter
Genres: muscular ,Blowjob ,Muscle ,Blindfold ,Electrical Play ,unshaved ,bottom ,Bondage ,Facefucking ,Corporal Punishment
Video language: English
Held against his will, Cameron Kincade is fast asleep with his hands bound before the sting of the zapper abruptly wakes him up in a frenzy. His captor, Jessie Colter, intends to break his new slave, one way or another. Cameron is ordered to hold a strenuous plank as the zapper creeps its way into his hole, jolting him across the floor as his screams fill the dungeon. Defiant, Cameron still refuses to submit, so he’s then suspended in the air while medical forceps torment his nipples. A combination of merciless flogs and the clamps tearing away at his chest brings Cameron to submission as he begs for mercy. Strapped down and ass propped out, Jessie truly shows his domination by fucking his freshly broken slave and giving him a face full of cum.
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Pavel To. Riding Crop New Leipzig
Release Year: 2013
Studio: FeetBastinadoBoys.com
Cast: Pavel To.
Genres: Bastinado, Spanking m/m, Flogging, Straight boy, Punishment, Feet punishment, Foot, whipping, riding crop, hand spanking, white briefs
Video language: English
Pavel is a bad boy, and has urgently needs a disciplinary punishment, after being stripped, he is tied to the bed by his feet, and severely punished with the riding crop on the soles of the feet (bastinado), and then spanked by hand, first on his white briefs, then bare butt.
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Masonic Boys - Apprentice Basinger: Chapter 3 Wamsutter
I received another message from Master Cox this morning. I was to immediately report to Room 11 where I’d receive further instructions.
I’d heard nothing from him since my punishment a month ago. I’d been trying to keep my head down and work as hard as I could in the hope he’d hear good things about my progress, so I sincerely hoped I wasn’t in trouble again.
I really really want Master Cox to be pleased with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of masculine power which I find utterly compelling and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to feel him inside me again.
So, I went to Room 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to dress myself in the white ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg.
It took me the longest time to figure out how to put them on. At first glance they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated white fabric. I got into quite a panic trying to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being punished again. In the end I think I managed to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I felt it looked like some sort of baggy toga.
I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice telling me to crawl, so I immediately got on all fours. The room was blinding. Almost everything inside was white and it was really brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric.
I saw Master Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking incredibly formal, in a pure white suit, shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how handsome and smart he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a load inside me!
My eyes moved from Fantana onto a flash of pure red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a huge white bed in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so long to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the room and I guess it scared me a little - almost as though that pool of red were warning me of danger.
Then I saw Master Cox sitting on the bed and instantly felt this crazy bolt of electricity surging through my body. He was similarly dressed to Master Fantana and looked every bit as smart and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous.
I crawled across the room towards him and stopped at his feet. He told me to begin washing, and some sort of instinct must have kicked in, because I knew I needed to carefully remove his white slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the bowl of holy water in front of the bed and delicately work it into his feet. I was half expecting him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up.
He turned me around and started to touch me so intimately. Fireworks immediately started exploding in my head and my whole body began to shake. This was my master; the man who’d relieved me of my boyhood and made me a man in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inside me again. I needed to relive the power surge which came when I felt his life-giving seed gushing into my body. That moment, when he pushed himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to treat however he wanted. I would have done anything for him.
He undid the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me entirely naked and vulnerable. He instructed me to get on my knees before unbuckling his belt and letting his trousers and underpants fall to the floor. His dick was hard and I sucked it as lovingly as I could while he removed the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whimpering gently.
He sat back down on the bed and I continued to use my mouth to pleasure him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got completely carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him felt right.
He pushed me on all fours down onto the bed and I thrust my ass towards him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I felt the tip of his dick gliding over my hole and then slowly making its way inside me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining calm was important.
And then he was making love to me and my dick was hard as a rock. I could feel the pre-cum cascading from my dick.
I found myself looking straight at Master Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to remember shooting his semen inside me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again.
But Master Cox’ dick felt so good. I loved that he seemed as excited this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was banging me even harder this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my legs back so he could fuck me really deep and kiss me passionately at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost.
Fantana was rubbing himself and gently touching my nipples. Then he pulled his hard dick out of his suit pants and I got on all fours and sucked it while Master Cox banged me like some sort of crazy animal from behind.
Then he started to convulse violently and roar and gasp and suddenly I could feel his life-seed entering me again, gushing
into me like he’d pushed a hose pipe into my ass and turned on the tap. As he pulled out it squirted everywhere.
Then Fantana told me to roll onto my back, and started jerking his dick right over my face, until he exploded into my mouth. Then he kissed me really passionately. And I lay there, full of the cum of these great men, feeling stronger, bolder and more beautiful.
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