I walked nervously into the temple. Master Kamp was sitting on a chair dressed in white. He told me to sit next to him.

I was thrown by the questions he was asking. Had I ever watched pornography? No. Had I looked at men lustfully? Definitely not.

He needed me to prove that what I was saying was true, but all the questions about sex had made me hard! I was mortified when he told me to take my clothes off. I undressed slowly, hoping my erection would go down. It didn’t. I sat down again, mortified.

Master Kamp then walked behind me and tied my hands behind the chair before starting to run his hands all over my body. To say that I wasn’t enjoying the experience would be the lie of the century!

He pulled my dick out of my undergarment. The dirtiest thoughts flooded into my mind. He was a magician. It was as though every part of my body had a receptor attached to it that Master Kamp was systematically activating!

He took a cold, glass object from a tray below him. It was penis-shaped and I knew where it was heading…

He rested it for a moment against my butt hole and then started to push it inside. It felt incredible. Then he massaged it, repeatedly, in and out of me, while running his hand up and down my dick.

I realized I was about to orgasm.

He immediately untied my hands and allowed me to touch myself. The semen burst out of my dick in thick, white ribbons. It was the most intense, bizarre, wonderful feeling… one which I am desperate to experience again.