By the time I’d entered the chamber, dressed in my pure white gown, I was pretty much climbing the walls with sexual frustration. The moment I saw Master Stone, buttoned up in his beautiful suit, my dick started bouncing uncontrollably. I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced excitement like it.

He immediately removed my gown - leaving me in just my underwear - before hoisting me up onto the altar. I suddenly felt a pang of nerves. I’m not altogether sure why. I think perhaps I was just overwhelmed by the situation and wary of his intense magnetism and what it might cause me to do. He slipped his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves as though he were somehow eager to get to work, then he removed his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t take his eyes off me. He didn’t want me to look away. He wanted to force me to watch him and to know from my eyes that he had full control over me.

He squirted oil from a silver vessel onto his hand and then rubbed it very slowly into my legs and feet. The sensation was instantly mind-blowing; a mixture of almost unbearably ticklish and crazily erotic. His hands were slipping and sliding everywhere. My dick was twitching all over the place. He did everything with a quality of aloofness. It is the most bizarre sensation to be profoundly turned on by a man whose facial expressions give the impression of not giving a damn. But then again, perhaps that was all part of it. Of course I was desperate for him to show he cared but I knew that, in order for this to be the case, I’d need to work really hard to please him.

I was ordered onto my knees and he slowly unzipped my undershirt. At that moment his expression changed. He was softening towards me, somehow. Perhaps he liked the little patch of hair on my chest. I mean, I’m kinda proud of it myself because it reminds me that I’m a proper man. He pulled my shirt down and exposed my torso, which, in recent months, I’ve been doing my best to work on. I think he liked what he saw. His breathing changed and he groaned a little as he applied oils to it. To tell you the truth, I liked the way that my skin looked when it was covered in oil. It made everything seem fresh and healthy and considerably more defined. More than anything else, however, I liked the sensation of his giant daddy hands gliding all over me. I instantly began to imagine how it would feel to rub my body against his - particularly if he was himself covered in as much oil.

He stood behind me and ran his hands over my ass before parting my underpants. Our regulation underwear has a slit in the back which can be opened up and used for… well let’s just say easy access. He pulled my dick out at the same time and I was so hard it was almost painful. God only knows what he then started to do with my dick. I don’t know whether it was oil or spit but his fist was sliding up and down my shaft in a way which almost instantly made me shoot.

Then he pulled my underpants all the way down and I was butt naked, kneeling on the altar, arching my back and presenting my body like I’d been selected for the “Best in Show” category. He proceeded to massage oil into my back and shoulders, a sensation so profoundly erotic I almost came without my dick being touched. The aloofness was a thing of the past. He now seemed utterly fascinated by every part of me. I've seldom felt so worshiped, and every inch of my body responded by yearning for him. By the time he’d started to focus on my butt, I was literally in a dream world. The only thing I could think about was sex and how extraordinary Master Stone would feel if and when he decided to take me. He whispered the word “yes” and I melted.

I heard him undressing and tried to remind myself to be patient. My Dad always used to tell me that the best things came to those who waited. Master Stone climbed up onto the altar behind me. I tried to look around at his cock. I could feel it through his underpants, tantalizingly brushing over and then pushing against my hole. Then he inched down his trunks and I felt the tip of his penis drawing lines of pre-cum over my own dick and then against the flesh of my butt cheeks.

Then he entered me, slowly and inexorably pushing his huge dick further and further into me. It felt incredible. I felt entirely alive. His dick reached places inside me that a dick has never reached before. It was extraordinarily intense and yet it didn’t hurt. It was right on the edge, you know? Right in the space where you have to actively force yourself not to explode. Every move he made inside me was thrilling. Every stroke made me gasp with deep, visceral pleasure. I looked around to see his huge muscular thighs pressing against mine, gripping me like a vice.

He began to play with his nipples, then suddenly started pounding heavily before pulling out and emitting a giant roar before shooting huge quantities of semen onto my lower back. I was thrilled that I’d sent him over the edge and even happier when he then pushed his dick back inside me again. Then he massaged it all into my back and I felt more special than I’ve ever felt in my life before.