Massage Me, Sc.3 Edneyville
Release Year: 2024
Genres: Anal Sex, Blowjob, Cumshot.
Video language: English
Bjorn Nykvist literally can’t keep his eyes off the handsome bulge in his buddy’s pants – and no fuckin’ wonder! Noah Matous looks every inch the generic slut, laid out in all his sexual splendour; and it’s with a suggestive squeeze of the lad’s crotch that Nykvist soon gets this glorious coupling up and running. Not that a cock-fiend like Matous needs much encouragement, of course; and when Nykvist proceeds to dribble massage oil on his buddy’s back the sexual tension soon begins to rise, with Matous arching his arse to serve as an open invitation for further investigation.
Format: mp4
Duration: 22:35
Video: 1280x720, AVC (H.264), 3903kbps
Audio: 122kbps
File size: 666.6 MB
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Masonic Boys - Felix Kamp and Grant Ducati - The Interview Coila
Release Year: 2025
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.
Format: mp4
Duration: 30:35
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 6300kbps
Audio: 124kbps
File size: 1.4 GB
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Masonic Boys - Apprentice Devall - Chapter 6 - The Atonement Snoqualmie Pass
Release Year: 2024
Studio: Masonic Boys
Cast: Cole Blue, Dex Devall, Eddie Patrick, Kyler Drayke, Marco Napoli
Genres: anal, bareback, gay, kissing, oral, riding, smooth
Walking into that room was not exactly easy. Most of the ceremonial chambers I’ve visited in the past have been pure white—almost blindingly so. This one was pitch black. The only light came from a few candles which were flickering, casting crazy shadows which seemed to dance in the darkness. I was shown into the room by a masked man. I’m pretty sure it was someone I knew, but I could barely see him. His scent was somehow familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I knew the scent from. Two other masked men were sitting on wooden chairs. In the middle of the space was a long, thin, low bench, covered with a silky black cloth. I didn’t like the look of it. It frightened me. I instinctively knew that something bad was lurking underneath. I stood, paralyzed, not daring to move. A fourth masked man entered the space carrying a glass bowl filled with liquid. He held it with reverence. It struck me that its contents were sacred in some way. I was desperate to ask questions, but knew I wasn’t allowed to open my mouth without permission. The man holding the bowl told me to from it. His voice was familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. I took a deep breath and did as instructed, sipping the liquid. I wasn’t sure what effect it would have on me but it was surprisingly refreshing. I looked at the men in front of me. If I was supposed to know who they were, they would reveal themselves, right? The Master who’d offered me the sat down at the end of the low table. He removed his mask. It was Master Napoli. Of course it was him. Of course that was his voice. My heart immediately started to pound in my chest. Master Napoli is responsible for opening my eyes to this brave new world. I had not seen him since my interview but thought about him every single day. The other seated men then removed their masks. First Master Drayke and then Apprentice Blue. “Gentlemen,” Master Napoli gestured toward them,“reveal the priesthood stretcher.” My heart began to pound in my ears. I did not know what a priesthood stretcher was, but I did not like the sound of it. Apprentice Blue and Master Drayke dutifully stood and pulled away the black satin sheet. The long wooden bench underneath was covered with what can only be described as penis-shaped objects of increasing sizes. It immediately became clear to me that I would be sitting down on at least one if not all of them. I must have flushed bright red at the horrifying thought. Master Napoli gestured at the man to my left and told him to prepare me. At that point, he removed his mask, revealing himself as Master Patrick. The four men in the room were the only four men in the world who knew me carnally. They had all played a role in my instruction to this point and it seemed somehow appropriate and comforting that they were all in this space with me. Master Patrick moved behind me and started to gently rub my shoulders. Every time he touched me, I felt myself shivering. I looked straight ahead, becoming lost in Apprentice Blue’s deep blue eyes; I wanted, needed his approval. Master Patrick removed my shirt and tie. I felt such an extraordinary desire to kiss him but knew I wasn’t allowed. I realized I was drifting into an erotic trance with every part of me pulsating to his hypnotic touch. He unzipped my slacks and exposed my sacred garments. My dick, hidden underneath, was hard and throbbing. Master Napoli spoke again, instructing Patrick to bring me to him. Master Napoli remained sitting but reached out and began to fondle me. He pulled my garments down but my penis bounced back, free from the tight-fitting sacred covenant. He began to rub his lips up and down the shaft of my dick. I looked down at Master Drayke who had pulled his cock out of his suit pants and was stroking himself. There was an air of deep sexual tension in the room and I was the focus. It felt good. Master Napoli told Master Patrick to prepare the first and smallest peg on the bench. I looked across at Apprentice Blue, he was caressing the bulge in his pants, licking his lips while looking at my penis. I liked that he was looking at me and plainly enjoying what he saw. After Master Patrick rubbed oil on the smallest of the pegs I was instructed to sit. I somehow knew that my task was to straddle the bench and lower myself down onto the peg so that it entered my ass. And I did just that. I slid down pretty easily, but it made me gasp. I looked at Apprentice Blue, whose legs were widening while he unzipped his slacks. I imagined I was lowering myself down onto his dick. Master Patrick encouraged me to slide up and down on it. Master Patrick was then instructed to prepare the next peg and then the next… and I obediently made my way along the bench, riding each of them. Each was larger in size than the one before and, as a result, the experience grew with intensity. Apprentice Blue lowered his slacks and pulled his 9-inch dick out of its cage. Master Patrick held me in his arms and ran his hand up and down my dick. I wanted to cum but, I knew I wasn’t allowed. I moved onto the penultimate peg, which was considerably wider than the ones before. It both frightened and excited me at the same time. I sat down slowly, half expecting it to tear me apart. It was almost too much, but I gritted my teeth and continued until it sank all the way into me. Pre-cum began to bubble up on the tip of my dick. Master Patrick scooped it up with his finger and rubbed it on my nipple. Finally, Master Patrick was instructed to prepare the last peg, which was way too big for me. I knew it just by looking at it. It was bulbous. It was insanely large. I said I couldn’t manage it. Master Napoli told me to proceed. I was terrified. I started to lower myself down onto it but it was no good. It hurt. It really hurt. I had to stop. I had to accept defeat. Master Napoli told me to stand and turn my back to him. He stood behind me and began to fondle me again. My ass was tingling. My dick was bouncing. Then, he kissed me. His lips tasted like nectar. He bent me over the bench and I turned my head to watch him removing his jacket, shirt and tie, desperate to see his sexy body and to feel it pressed against mine. I held my breath in anticipation. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks and pushed down his pants. I felt his rock-hard dick through his garments pressing against my ass cheek. I felt a jolt of adrenaline. He sat down behind me and started to lick my asshole. My hole began to quiver. He rolled his garments down and pushed his giant dick into me. It felt huge. He started to slide it in and out. He stayed inside of me and moved me to the other side of the bench. Now, facing the others while they jerk themselves off, Master Napoli began to thrust. I kept twisting my head around to see the look on his face, to see his gritted teeth and the pleasure etched into his lips. He was giving me everything he had and I was loving every second. He plowed me harder and harder, grunting and groaning as he got closer and closer to release. A few deep, heavy groans and his dick literally exploded. His semen gushed into me like a fountain and I felt like a true man.
Format: mp4
Duration: 34:16
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 6933kbps
Audio: 124kbps
File size: 1.7 GB
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