MasonicBoys - Apprentice James felt the first peg enter his hole with a fiery sting. He was not quite ready as he sat down on the shiny wooden bench, intimidated by the line of toys securely sealed to its surface. He looked into Master Cox’s eyes as he sat across the room, enthroned by a large red chair and positioned such that James could perfectly and expectedly meet his gaze. He looked for a sign of Cox’s mercy, but it was clear that the older man did not intend for him to stop. Sacrifice and hard work was part of every rite and ritual on the way to becoming a Master Mason. James knew this and accepted it. But it didn’t make the work any less challenging. Up until Master Legrand stuck his long finger through his sphincter, he’d never experienced the sensation of his hole widening beyond his control. Now, he was testing himself far beyond the demands of a single digit. Master Cox was a handsome man with summer-tanned skin and a dark mustache. He didn’t appear immediately threatening or intimidating. In fact, he had the look of a regular dad. Someone he might have met in life. He could have been a teacher, an office manager, a boss, or even the parent of one of his friends. At any other moment, he might have disappeared in the background of his suburban life, another face in a sea of elders. But here, in the dark, black room of the temple, he was imbued with power and authority that James had to recognize...