It’s not like Marcus could hide it. Even when he tried to deny it, the secret of his sexuality was painted all over his face. The way he looked at older men — handsome men, men of authority — practically outed him within seconds. Even when he tried to answer Grandmaster Oaks’ questions, he was so confused and flustered that he couldn’t remember which lies to tell.
Oliver didn’t come up through any church like others before him. He wasn’t raised with religion or any sort of moral guidance. By his nature, he’s sweet and charming, but easily corruptible. It just took the peer pressure of school friends and neighborhood kids to steer him down a path of bad behavior. Now, having spent some time as a young man and away from those early influences, he’s found himself hungry for the kind of purpose and calling he never had before.
Master Oaks never looked away from Cole as he dropped his pants to his ankles, pulling out his big cock. It was thick and veiny, surrounded by a bush of dark hair. The heat from it was so strong Cole swore he could feel it on his lips.
It was then that Oaks told him to taste it, something that Cole was both desperate to do and terrified of. He closed his eyes, moving his head closer as he felt the tip of the man’s member enter his mouth.
Apprentice Blue knew this wasn’t going to be easy. As his elders had told him many times, the Masonic path was full trials and tests. Even after the blindfolding in the woods, the inspect, and the stretching of his ass, he still wanted to continue on. He knew it would make him a better man. Stronger, more disciplined, and connected to a larger history and community. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he found himself becoming more and more aroused by the idea every day.
Master Kamp was very impressed with Cole. The young man was a beautiful specimen, well groomed, eager to learn, and hung like a horse. Everything about his body made Kamp excited, but the look in his eyes was what really sold him on his entry into the brotherhood. Master Kamp loved seeing him process what was happening to him, work through his fear, and come out the other side aroused and begging for more. His moans were like music, and his facial expressions were like works of art.
Cole sat back in the chair, feeling his heart race as Master Kamp began to tie his hands together. His back began to perspire, causing his undershirt to cling to him. He tried his best to show no fear, to present himself to Kamp with the commitment and bravery he thought his apprenticeship would require, but as he felt himself lose his control, the emerging sweat revealed his struggle…
Marcus is very pious by nature. He’s always looked to the church and scriptures for guidance and truth. While others his age are obsessed with social media and reality TV, he has kept his mind focused on what he felt was more important: the pursuit of a higher purpose.
Though he came from a more religious family, Marcus proved to be the most committed of his siblings to the church’s teachings. He even spent hours of personal time looking for more answers, studying history and scripture to unlock what he felt was the true meaning of faith. This dedication did not go unnoticed.
In an ever changing world, some relics may have lost their power. But for the Masons, tradition and ritual are essential. For generations, these ceremonies have been passed down again and again as young men seek to find their place. These “apprentices” are desperate for purpose, willing and eager to devote themselves to a higher calling. All they need is a mature, experienced, guiding hand to show them the way. These “Masters” serve not only as mentors of their craft, but of the flesh as well.