It was curiosity that drove Apprentice Tides and I to come together on that fateful day. I don’t think either one of us would have ever denied the rush of adrenaline that surged through us as we did the unthinkable, giving into our own carnal desires and exploring one another’s bodies. We weren’t even permitted to discuss the rituals, let alone take part in our own intimacies behind closed doors (that’s what they’ve led most of us to believe anyway). But curiosity got the best of us both. It was like this driving force that propelled me to seek out more answers on my own, from my own experiences.

I must confess that I knew I could be easily distracted, which of course only allowed my sense of wonder to overthrow my own self discipline. But when Master Kamp had snuck into the room during my sexual session with Apprentice Tides, there was no mention of punishment like my playmate had been so afraid of. Sometimes the older men of The Order choose to reward one’s curiosity rather than stamp it out.

A few days had passed since then, yet somehow I always found myself growing more curious when I had time to be alone. I was like a hound who had just caught a whiff of a new dominating scent, launching myself into the unknown hoping to track down what had caught my attention. I ended up going through the contents of the desk that was before me and when I found artistic photographs of naked men…well, I couldn’t help but get distracted and begin to think with my other head as I felt the bulge rise in my pants.

I pulled out my hard cock and started stroking it, the more photos I fanned through the more excited it made me. I couldn’t help but grin when eyeballing one that made my cock throb. I knew there was a likelihood that I might get caught, but I didn’t expect both Master Kamp and Master Scott to walk in on me tugging on myself.

I expected to be scolded, maybe even punished, but instead they both encouraged me to keep going, and to be honest I was so aroused that it wasn’t hard to get back in the mood. When I stood up for them I was fully erect and felt the taller and thicker framed Master Kamp’s hand all over my body while watching Master Scott strip from his suit.

When Master Scott had undressed, he laid me down on the desk, lifting my legs (with Master Kamp’s help I might add) as I felt his bushy moustache tickle my backdoor. His kisses wet against my tight hole as he also grabbed my rock hard cock in his hand to stroke.

Master Kamp got even more involved as I felt his thick digits begin to probe my hairy hole. He stretched it in a way that made my head spin. It was both eager and urgent. Not only that, but he lubed up Master Scott’s erection after I had been warmed up and even guided it in for him!

I couldn’t help but moan when I realized they both started sucking on my feet as they hung in the air. I truly was at the mercy of these two older men, especially with Master Kamp holding me down to ensure my breeding was successful. Just two masters and their play toy. I even heard myself whimpering as I got deep dicked by Master Scott. If this was what punishment looked like, then I should get in trouble more often.