I really really want Master Cox to be pleased with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of masculine power which I find utterly compelling and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to feel him inside me again.

So, I went to Room 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to dress myself in the white ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg.

It took me the longest time to figure out how to put them on. At first glance they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated white fabric. I got into quite a panic trying to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being punished again. In the end I think I managed to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I felt it looked like some sort of baggy toga.

I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice telling me to crawl, so I immediately got on all fours. The room was blinding. Almost everything inside was white and it was really brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric.

I saw Master Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking incredibly formal, in a pure white suit, shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how handsome and smart he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a load inside me!

My eyes moved from Fantana onto a flash of pure red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a huge white bed in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so long to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the room and I guess it scared me a little - almost as though that pool of blood red were warning me of danger.

Then I saw Master Cox sitting on the bed and instantly felt this crazy bolt of electricity surging through my body. He was similarly dressed to Master Fantana and looked every bit as smart and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous.

I crawled across the room towards him and stopped at his feet. He told me to begin washing, and some sort of instinct must have kicked in, because I knew I needed to carefully remove his white slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the bowl of holy water in front of the bed and delicately work it into his feet. I was half expecting him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up.

He turned me around and started to touch me so intimately. Fireworks immediately started exploding in my head and my whole body began to shake. This was my master; the man who’d relieved me of my boyhood and made me a man in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inside me again. I needed to relive the power surge which came when I felt his life-giving seed gushing into my body. That moment, when he pushed himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to treat however he wanted. I would have done anything for him.

He undid the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me entirely naked and vulnerable. He instructed me to get on my knees before unbuckling his belt and letting his trousers and underpants fall to the floor. His dick was hard and I sucked it as lovingly as I could while he removed the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whimpering gently.

He sat back down on the bed and I continued to use my mouth to pleasure him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got completely carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him felt right.

He pushed me on all fours down onto the bed and I thrust my ass towards him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I felt the tip of his dick gliding over my hole and then slowly making its way inside me. I stayed as relaxed as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining calm was important.

And then he was making love to me and my dick was hard as a rock. I could feel the pre-cum cascading from my dick.

I found myself looking straight at Master Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to remember shooting his semen inside me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again.

But Master Cox’ dick felt so good. I loved that he seemed as excited this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was banging me even harder this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my legs back so he could fuck me really deep and kiss me passionately at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost.

Fantana was rubbing himself and gently touching my nipples. Then he pulled his hard dick out of his suit pants and I got on all fours and sucked it while Master Cox banged me like some sort of crazy animal from behind.

Then he started to convulse violently and roar and gasp and suddenly I could feel his life-seed entering me again, gushing into me like he’d pushed a hose pipe into my ass and turned on the tap. As he pulled out it squirted everywhere.

Then Fantana told me to roll onto my back, and started jerking his dick right over my face, until he exploded into my mouth. Then he kissed me really passionately. And I lay there, full of the cum of these great men, feeling stronger, bolder and more beautiful.