MasonicBoys - Oliver did as he was told. Obediently, he stripped down completely and put on the ceremonial robe. It was big and loose hanging on his body, clearly not made for him. As he tried to balance it on his shoulders, he wondered how many others had worn this exact garment, and how many others had done what he was about to do. He’d barely spoken a handful of words to Master Cox, but already the older man had touched his body, handled his genitals, and even been inside him. Sex with him was part of the requirements of the Order, but Oliver did not mind. He found himself unusually drawn to the older man, both in his authority and his appearance. He reminded him of the men he knew growing up. Fathers of friends, friends of his father, neighbors, etc. Even being a stranger, disconnected and unknown from his life or any sentimentality, there was something familiar about him that gave him comfort. Crawling into the ceremony room on all fours, he lowered himself below the older man. Master Cox sat on the edge of a large bed, draped in a red altar cloth. Master Cox was dressed in all white, even down to his tie. Everything felt so formal and so ritualized. It sent a tingly feeling up Oliver’s spine, a sort of out of body experience as he walked through the motions he was told to follow. He knew this was important, so he gave it his entire attention. When Master Cox told him to wash his feet, he didn’t hesitate or think twice of it. Everything about the moment served to remind Apprentice Oliver that his place was submissive and subservient to Master Cox. And he did so with full faith....