Apprentice Ryan gagged and struggled, but not because of an unwillingness to sacrifice his throat for the ceremony.
Felix was impressed by how much the young man could take, indulging in the sounds of his choking.
Apprentice Ryan felt his eyes begin to water, but he did not back away. His trust in the Masons was so complete that he would do whatever was required.
Showing his unwavering commitment to their cause, the older men lifted Apprentice Ryan back to his feet and guided him through the veil.
Grandmaster Angus instructed him to wash him, pointing to a bowl of blessed water and a ceremonial cloth beside it on the floor.
Apprentice Ryan removed the older man’s socks and shoes, washing his feet down on the ground, deferential towards his master.
The weightlessness persisted in his body as his gestures felt unusually easy and smooth.
Grandmaster Angus could see the boy’s fluidity, smiling as he realized the completion of the young man’s transformation.
As Ryan completed his work, Grandmaster Angus began his.
Removing Ryan’s clothes and placing him on the bed, Grandmaster Angus knew that the reward for such submission and obedience was a deep, powerful, personal breeding.
Grandmaster Angus spread Ryan’s legs apart, giving him a view of his perfect, peachy ass.
The young man’s hole was on display, tight and smooth despite the endurance it had to display during their previous encounter.
Angus pumped out some ceremonial oil from a nearby container and slowly and gently spread it over the young man’s hole.
Apprentice Ryan’s sphincter clenched as the cool liquid met his hole, feeling it warm as Angus’s beefy, manly fingers spread it over him.
Before Angus slid his bare cock inside Ryan’s hole, he leaned in and gave his hole a kiss. The covenant he was about to make was important, and it was good that he was fully present and eager for it.
