Release Year: 2024
Studio: Masonic Boys
Cast: Maxx Monroe, Matthew Figata
Genres: anal, bareback, homo, hunks, giving a kiss, oral-stimulation, rimming

It had not been that lengthy since Apprentice Monroe's disciplinary rituals at the hands of Grandmaster Wolf. The Apprentice had been stretched and humiliated beyond measure, but not with cruelty. There had been a great hollowing out of him, yep, but that which was removed from him was doubt, and worry. In it is place, directly administered into his body throughout The Order's orgasmic rituals, Apprentice Monroe had discovered his calling. He discovered a purpose. Which brought him to that evening's invitation. Master Figata, wearing a white dress with a crisp white button down and tie, led the lad with his big, stony hands into a room for what was pronounced as his "ordination." The room was white, bright, pristine with otherworldly energy, as if it had been plucked from a distant, previous century. There was a temple sofa, sparse furniture, and a daybed. Master Figata sat down, and brought the guy with. The Master stared at the lad with a hard gaze, eyes glinting with confidence. "You know why you're here, right?" It had been sometime since this Apprentice had final seen Master Figata. The Master was the one who called him into the quiet, air conditioned hiss of the office. There, Master Figata had grilled the juvenile apprentice as to whether or not this guy was attracted to fellows. It felt foolish to have denied the question then—doubly so now, here in the room of ordination, where this chab gave a very different answer. "Yes," Monroe was glad to sit on the sofa, weak in the knees by being just in the presence of one of The Order’s masters. Master Figata could sense the difference in the boy's energy, the difference in his awareness of what his purpose was—both within The Order and outside it. He naked the guy of his tie, then shirt, then trousers. Slowly, with the sanctity it merits, Master Figata bare the apprentice down to just a shred of garment. The boy's hardening bulge was in a short time free of all constraints. Free to serve it is Master. Monroe had not been with many chaps, merely these within The Order, truly, but every of these moments was specific to him, and charged with revelation. Since The Order had reached out, this was the 1st time this guy got to revisit a Master from his previous stage of calling, a time so lengthy agone now that this chab was sure that guy had become a different person. Electrified this chab was by this, when Master Figata did disrobe down to his own undergarments, the chap could barely keep himself from burying his face into his Master's nether regions. There was no need to rush—Master Figata's meaty grasp slowed the chap, and brought his nuzzles to an submissive pace. At 1st, the smack of the Master was lovely, and not entirely unfamiliar. A smack that guy could place as one of wish, of love, of yearning. But as the Master's scent permeated the boy's nostrils that pleasant smack transformed into smth far greater quantity arousing. He sucked and gagged on Master's gigantic pecker, a mixture of drool and precum dribbling down his chin, until Figata was gratified with his boy's finesse. Master Figata guided Apprentice Monroe to lie across the ottoman. Securing the boy's thighs in his steel grasp, the Master drove his tongue unfathomable inside that juvenile booty. He licked him hard and fast, then pulled back for a pont of time to look the guy in the eyes, with an expression of triumph in his face. The Apprentice was uncomplaining, like butter, and had come so far along in his trip. With the same tool that stretched Monroe's jaw to it is limitation, Master Figata brought his cockhead to the boy's entrance. With one firm wank, this guy was buried to the root inside the boy's taut wazoo. Master began thrusting lazily, the feeling of his thick tool pounding in and out of the boy's aperture making em one as well as the other groan in unison. His balls slapped against the juvenile man’s a-hole cheeks every time the Master fully slammed inside. The pace quickened, orchestrated as much by their own passions as by the will of The Order watching over em. The spirit of The welled up within em one as well as the other. They were a blur of thrusts, Apprentice and Master totally in sync with every other. Their bodies twisted round the leather bed until they ended up, hardon-to-hardon, frotting wildly against every other, their tongues lost in combat. Eventually, Master Figata spilled his seed, 1st on his abdomen, and then onto the sofa under em. When they had caught their breath, they shared a kiss. When Master Figata 1st took Apprentice Monroe beneath his wing, that guy had not been sure how lengthy the guy would final either physically, or mentally. This experienced Master wanted all that The Order had to suggest this precious apprentice. He ordained the boy's forehead and gap with the drops of his exalted Master’s seed this chab knew, now greater quantity than ever, that the guy had what it takes.

Format: mp4
Duration: 25:35
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 7820kbps
Audio: 311kbps

File size: 1.5 GB