I was so nervous when I entered the darkroom. Master Cox was sitting in some sort of ceremonial chair with Master Fantana standing next to him. I stood in front of them, trembling. Cox told Master Fantana to undress me and he stood behind me, rubbing oil into my tingling, naked body with his large, masculine hands. But the pleasure was short-lived…

Cox then ordered Fantana to lead me to a low table covered in what can only be described as penis-shaped pegs of increasing sizes. I instantly understood the nature of my punishment.

I lowered myself onto the first peg as slowly as possible but I was told to move onto the next, and then the next before I even had a chance to get used to them. Each was larger and considerably more challenging. I started to feel all shivery and felt sure I was damaging myself. I knew I had to stop. I couldn’t take it any more.

Master Cox then informed me that my cowardice meant I’d need to be punished further. He told me to bend over the altar in the corner of the room and I must have tensed every muscle in my body, because I was sure I was about to be caned or belted, or worse…

I was shocked beyond words, however, when I felt Master Cox’ huge dick penetrating me. It was the most beautiful sensation – almost exactly the right size and girth for my twitching, stretched-out hole. He sank deep into me and it almost felt like my ass was swallowing him up. Seconds later, I felt his cum flying into me. I could feel his dick contracting and bulging as he squirted.

As Cox pulled out, Fantana moved in behind me, telling me to turn around so that he could look into my eyes as he skewered me – and he banged me harder and faster than I’ve ever been taken in my life.