I’ve spent a lot of time lately trying to figure out who I am and where I’m going with this Masonic journey. To be quite honest, I feel more confused the more I progress in my training.
Grandmasters can be incredibly warm and encouraging, but then the wind seems to change and suddenly they get cold and rough. I can’t figure out if it’s because I’m doing well and they want to pressure me, or because they think I’m worthless and need to be punished.
The more I try, the more I seem to end up in that weird white room with God knows what’s being pushed into me. Maybe they’re just testing my limits? Maybe they’ll stop when I finally say no? But I love the attention. I love what they do to me and I don’t want it to stop.
Grand Master Savage called me for my Second Anointing earlier this week. He led me into the white room, sat me down at a table in just my underwear, and then made me watch as he slowly took off his pure white jacket and tie. Then he knelt down, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and began gently rubbing oil on my feet. It felt deeply erotic.
Savage confuses me more than any of the Grandmasters. He can be incredibly kind and brutal and that really turns me on. I get so turned on by him. It could very well have something to do with his age, or the suits he wears, or the fact that he always seems so completely in control.
He teases me. He makes me wait. It takes me to a stage where my dick feels like it’s going to explode and I’m desperate to take it…
Then he told me to kneel on the table and began removing my underwear, ritualistically massaging a mystical infusion of oils into my chest. Of course, it looked amazing. As his hands slid over me, I realized I was shaking uncontrollably. I could feel how much he wanted me, how much he wanted me and I liked it. I wanted to be the only boy who made him feel that way.
He continued to massage me, on my back and on my buttocks as he took off my underwear. It’s normal clothes for everyone here, and I think the long-legged shorts look a little old-fashioned, but I get stiff every time I put them on; in large part because they are made of a very light, loose fabric that is basically sheer, but also because I started to associate the feel of the fabric with extreme sexual satisfaction.
Grandmaster Savage was definitely in shorts as he climbed onto the bed and knelt behind me. And when he started pushing his cock, still inside my shorts, against my hole, my head started to throb with excitement. I actually thought for a moment that he was going to fuck me with the fabric still stretched over his cock!
He started playing with my cock, which was rock hard and ready to burst. He pulled it back between my legs and started sucking on it, which nearly blew my mind. Then he stripped and that monstrous thick cock of his popped out like a jack-in-a-box.
Within seconds he was sliding that beautiful tool of his in and out of my quivering sphincter. I know it sounds crazy, but I kind of feel complete when he’s inside me. It’s like he fills me with power, making me realize my worth and strength. It’s a wonderful feeling. And the harder and faster he goes, the more I want…
He growls like a gorilla, then grits his teeth until his face turns scarlet with the effort of slamming his muscular body into me. I like to awaken the savage in him; is so completely different from the refined, demure person he presents to the rest of the world.
More than anything, though, I love how it smells. He wears what must be an incredibly expensive perfume. His breath always smells like mint. But there’s an underlying, almost addictive, male-sweaty suggestion in his body…
He flipped me onto my back, pushed my legs up in the air and continued to fuck me. The experience took my breath away and left me powerless to do anything but sigh and smack my cock as his cock pleasure pulsed through my boy.
I could feel the semen tingling in my balls and then moving up the shaft of my cock as he continued to beat me relentlessly. And then, suddenly, I could feel my body convulsing and a great wave of ecstasy welling up from my hips and up through my body. I shot hard and squirted big. Cum pulsed from the tip of my cock to the rhythm of his strokes.
Seconds later I could feel him rising and then he roared and I could feel his juices spurting into me like the most incredible gift. Every time I see him, I feel like I’m a little closer to becoming a man.
