He instructed me to begin the washing. I’ve practiced this ritual over and over again in my head, but the moment it became a reality, I found myself overcome with nerves. My hands were shaking almost uncontrollably as I removed the master’s slippers and socks, and I kept having to remind myself to breathe. Washing another man’s feet, however, is remarkably pleasurable. Passivity suits me. I’m very much happiest when I’m able to satisfy an older man, particularly one as suave and as powerful as Master Napoli, so the nerves soon dissipated as I got into my stride.

He stood up, suddenly towering above me, before instructing me to stand, whereupon he walked in a circle around me. He was plainly inspecting me. I found myself almost overcome by the arousing scent he was wearing - a heady blend of masculine aromas. Then he stood behind me and ran his hands over the parts of my body which my scanty toga had left exposed to the world. Moments later, he undid the single bow which was keeping the gown together and the whole thing suddenly tumbled to the floor, leaving me naked and vulnerable.

I was, of course, rock hard. My dick stood out in front of me, twitching and dancing in response to the delicate pictures the master was painting on every part of my body. I glanced across at Master Kamp who was still standing behind the bed, still smiling proudly. It struck me that he might have been smiling at Master Napoli. Perhaps this really was his son?

Napoli started to kiss my shoulders and neck. His lips were so tender. He stood in front of me and began to undress. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He knew how much I wanted him. He knew the effect he was having on me as he teased his shirt off, and tantalisingly removed his belt. I wanted so desperately to touch him or to lean towards him and press my trembling lips against his perfect mouth, but that would have been contrary to all the rules of conduct.

I could feel the pre-cum dripping from the head of my penis as the master pushed down his trunks and allowed his beefy dick to excitedly bounce out of its cage. Master Napoli immediately indicated for me to drop to my knees and I knew I was expected to suck him. Of course, I carried out my task with great pleasure. It was an absolute honor to take his beast into my mouth and to hear the whimpers of pure satisfaction which my lustful servitude was generating. I took every inch of his penis into my mouth and down into my throat, highly pleased with myself for not gagging. Not once.

He lay back on the bed, casually spreading his legs wide apart, and I continued my work, cheekily pushing my finger against his pulsating hole and tickling his balls as I gently deep-throated him.

Then he sat back up, his face slowly making its way towards mine. I held my breath, barely daring to dream that he was about to kiss me, but kiss me he did. It felt profound. Truly exciting. It was all too brief, but it was a moment I shall never forget.

He guided me onto the bed and pushed my legs back, instantly thrusting his tongue into my hole. The sensation of his beard pressing against the flesh down there almost sent me over the edge. I could hear myself grunting and gasping as my hole began to twitch powerfully. I wanted him now with every fiber of my being. I wanted him to complete me…

Then his penis entered my body and suddenly everything felt right. This was the order of things. This was how it was meant to be. I closed my eyes, in a state of profound ecstasy, barely noticing Master Kamp getting onto the bed behind me, resting my head on his lap and pulling up my feet. I could see the two men looking at each other. There was a connection there, an ancient bond which made me feel at first like a true outsider, but then, as things intensified, like a member of the most remarkable three-generational family. Master Kamp gently stroked my face and torso, then began to kiss me with such passion and intensity that I could barely breathe.

Napoli then lay down. I turned my back to him and squatted over him before riding him as hard as I could, repeatedly thrusting my body up and down while Master Kamp held my dick and jerked it in time to my movements. Then Master Kamp kissed me again and I didn’t know which part of my body was feeling the most aroused. I watched Kamp feeling himself in his suit pants, squeezing his cock which had become an immense bulge. I wanted him to squirt his load into his pants. I wanted to watch the wet patch spreading over his groin and seeping into his tight pants.

Master Napoli held my body, tightly wrapping his arms around me as we inched ever-closer to orgasm. He made me kneel up, forcing my head into Kamp’s groin who then knelt down to kiss me again before pushing his thumb into my mouth. Then Master Kamp seductively ran his hand down Napoli’s chest. It was a moment of almost profound intimacy between the two men and I suddenly realised that the three of us were about to be linked forever. And then, just like that, Master Napoli exploded inside me. Sealing the deal. Siring me. Making me part of his family.