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Apprentice Devall Chapter 10: The Endowment

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Ever since overseeing his Second Anointing, I’ve wanted to spend more time with Apprentice Devall. He’s a popular boy, however, and there’s always a long queue of masters waiting to take him to the next stage of his journey. He is, afterall, utterly exquisite. He has a beautiful complexion, a stunning profile, he’s always immaculately turned out with his neat little body and the most perfect cock which is always rock hard and ready for adventure. Looking through his notes, I see the boy has been very much put through his paces during his apprenticeship. He’s passed every test with flying colors and great things are expected of him.

So anyway, when I was tasked with taking the reins for his Endowment ceremony, I instantly felt a rush of excitement. It’s a rare and somewhat mystical ritual which is reserved only for the most gifted students. In the run up to the event, I found myself thinking more and more about it. I wanted it to be just right. I had my hair cut, I had a bunch of new shirts sent over from my tailor and I had my white suit dry cleaned and pressed. The morning of the service, I must have spent an hour making sure that my tie was tied just right, my dick excitedly oozing pre-cum into my pants throughout.

The boy had been dressed in the ceremonial gown by one of the chamber servants, who’d done a particularly fine job, making sure as much as possible of the boy’s pale, firm flesh was on display. My cock was literally bouncing in my pants as I led him into the chamber and positioned him at the partition veil, knocking on the wall, as is customary, requesting that the boy be bestowed with further light and knowledge. He was, of course, instructed to kneel in front of the screen, and he did so obediently and without hesitation.

A disembodied penis was then pushed through a hole in the curtain, which the apprentice accepted unflinchingly. I carefully guided his mouth towards the member and he immediately set to work pleasuring it while I sensually ran my hand across his body in an attempt to trigger every one of his erogenous zones, which are listed very thoroughly in his notes. There was a stillness to the moment, which I found deeply erotic. Of course I had my suspicions about the identity of the master behind the screen, but actually, the ceremony is far more enticing if true anonymity is upheld at all times.

I untied a ribbon on the boy’s gown which brought the whole thing billowing to the ground, leaving him entirely naked and leaving me to marvel at the beauty of his body, the long sweep of his spine, and the remarkable pertness of his ass. He continued to suck the mystery dick while I ran my hands over him, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt somewhat impatiently as the excitement began to mount. I removed my jacket and glanced down at the gigantic bulge in my pants, realizing that huge quantities of pre-cum were now soaking through the fabric. I wondered there and then if my dick had ever been that hard. I ran my nose up and down Devall’s back, taking great gulps of his soft, fresh scent, before parting his ass cheeks and pushing my fingers against his neat, tight hole.

I undid the rest of my shirt, listening intently to the sounds of pleasure emanating from the mystery master behind the screen. I stood and undid my belt, incredibly slowly, knowing that the creek of leather can have a Pavlovian effect on a well-trained boy. He hears that gentle noise and his entire body immediately begins to prepare itself for penetration. The same is true of the sound of the zipper, the undoing of which will often send an apprentice into spasms of expectation. All of our charges learn to associate a well presented suit and tie with the sexual act. It’s something which will carry them through life. These boys should only ever be attracted to the most powerful of men. They are utterly wasted on anyone else.

I pushed my pants down and my dick was so hard that it flicked up noisily despite still being in the cage of my underpants. The sight of the boy pleasuring this huge disembodied dick was insanely arousing. Now only in my T-shirt and underpants, I continued to entice the boy, squatting behind and pushing myself into him while allowing my imprisoned cock to run gently between his smooth ass cheeks. He instinctively arched his back, eagerly presenting himself to me, his breathing suddenly becoming more labored as his desire for me grew exponentially.

I held the mystery cock in my hand, guiding the boy’s mouth over it. It was a moment of intense sexual intimacy. The three of us were bonded together; one single living, breathing creature of carnal desire. The boy began to whimper. He could feel the importance of the connection too. I pulled my cock out of the opening in my underpants before standing up and letting them fall to the floor. I then squatted back down and pushed oils into the boy’s butt before using my tongue to consolidate the lubrication, pulling my T-shirt off so that I was as naked as the boy.

Before long, I felt the extreme urge to kneel behind and push my hard cock into him. He gasped – a mixture of surprise and rapture – as I began to fuck him. I went gently at first, softly whispering kinky words of encouragement into his ear as I drew my nine-inch dick in and out of his tender body until he was groaning with pleasure. It felt so good. So tight and yet, somehow, meant to be… like a homecoming. I pulled his head back and kissed him. I wanted him to know how special he was. I wanted him to realize he would always be my special, special boy.

A hand came through the screen and the mystery master began to jerk himself in a somewhat frantic manner. I kept fucking the boy, but his mouth was open to receive the stranger’s seminal gift. Then like an act of magic, a huge jet of life flew out of the disembodied dick, coating the apprentice’s shoulder and wrapping itself tightly around my thigh. The great beauty of the moment instantly sent me into a frenzy and I pushed the boy onto his back, entering him from the front now, looking down into his stunning, innocent eyes, and rutting him with increasing power and speed until I felt my balls tingling. I shot, deep inside him, wanting to leave every last drop of cum in there so that he knew he was mine.

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Apprentice Devall – Chapter 3 – The Initiation

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It feels like forever since I was initiated into The Order. I can’t really remember how it felt to be that young, innocent boy who walked into the chamber, heart pounding like crazy in my mouth, wondering what on earth I’d gotten myself into, terrified that I’d embarrass myself, or, worse still, the Master.

The only thing I’m clear about is that the experience switched a light on which has shone brightly ever since. It taught me who I was and crucially who I wanted to be. I knew that, one day, I would become a Master, and that, from that moment on, my natural dominance would flourish. I’ve always known that I’m a total top. I have the physique, the temperament and, frankly, the dick for it—and now that I’m finally a Master, nothing is going to hold me back.

Part of me felt a little sorry for Apprentice Devall as he entered the space. He had no idea how horny I was. He had no clue that my dick was already throbbing in my tight white suit pants and that jets of pre-cum were soaking into the fabric. He didn’t know how desperate I was to pound a hole after years of denying my true identity.

He entered the chamber wearing his ceremonial gown. I could tell he was anxious. His breathing was shallow and a little erratic. I knew that he’d already had experiences with Masters Patrick and Napoli. It is my absolute dream to relieve a boy of his virginity, but seeing as that ship had already sailed, the competitive side of me felt an overwhelming desire to make the Apprentice experience sensations in the act of love-making that he didn’t know he was capable of feeling. The irony, of course, was that it was me who was the first timer. This was my initiation as much as it was the boy’s.

That said, after years of being mercilessly pounded by the very best, one surely learns a few tricks about topping. Any nerves I may have had about this immediately dissipated as I caught the look of pure lust in Apprentice Devall’s eyes. He wanted me. He needed me. He was prepared to give himself over to me entirely.

It is customary to anoint an Apprentice with oil while reciting an ancient Masonic text. I felt a bolt of nerves shooting through my body as I began to speak, wondering whether I’d be able to figure it out if the words failed me. Fortunately they didn’t, and as I rubbed the warm, slippery oil into my hands, I experienced a rush of sexual energy.

Every part of him must be anointed. Every potential pleasure point is given attention in order to awaken his entire body. It is an erotic and deeply connecting experience. I was taken aback by quite how mystical and intense it all felt, my desire for him growing by the second.

I locked eyes with the beautiful Apprentice. The pre-cum began to squirt as my dick struggled to rid itself of the cruel cage of my pants. I knelt down and took great delight in anointing his loins— so slowly, so gently—until he could barely breathe. I turned him around and ran my hands over his peachy ass, wondering how quickly I could get inside it, while simultaneously knowing the art of this particular seduction was rooted in taking my sweet time. For the record, I have seldom seen such a beautiful butt.

I removed his gown, remaining fully suited while he was entirely naked, feeling every inch of his tight, smooth body. I took off my jacket and tossed it casually to the ground before pushing him to his knees and positioning him carefully on all-fours, rolling up my sleeves and massaging the oils into his butt cheeks and his back.

I soon had my tongue inside his hole. It was something I’d always wanted to try. He tasted warm and sweet as my tongue flickered and danced between his cheeks. I felt the need to remove my shirt at that point. The Apprentice needed to know that I meant business and that, very soon, I’d be inside him. I pressed my naked chest against his back and kissed his neck. The feeling of my flesh on his soft, velvety skin was heavenly.

The Apprentice’s ass began to open up for me as I returned to it with my mouth and he began to pant and groan in readiness. I unbuckled my belt and slipped my slacks off. I was now only wearing my long, body-hugging garments and a pair of socks. I pushed up against him again, savoring every inevitable moment.

The head of my cock burst out of my waistband. It desperately wanted to be inside the boy. It wanted to know how it would feel to finally drive into sweet, fresh flesh. Of course, Apprentice Devall had no idea that I was new to this, that, as I finally plunged into him, I would be starting an entirely new chapter of my life. He glanced around at the head of my dick, his eyes bulging with a mixture of excitement and surprise. I know I’m hung. I have known from a very early age, but this boy was going to be the first to know how it felt.

I pushed my garments down and my 9-inch penis jumped to attention, bobbing and swinging like it was performing some kind of crazy, courtship dance. A little oil was all I needed before I pulled him into position, lined myself up with him and entered a brand new world…

I don’t know who was more surprised—me or him. The sensation was way better than I’d expected. It felt like the Apprentice was grabbing onto every inch of my dick with his internal muscles which almost seemed to ripple up and down my shaft. I began to pump him, squatting behind him, placing an astonishing amount of pressure on my thigh muscles. He felt sensational. I felt sensational. This was the true me—finally unleashed on the world.

He took it real hard – which of course only served to make me want to go harder as he whimpered and gritted his teeth. I came super close to shooting my load on so many occasions and had to keep regulating the pace.

I rolled him onto his back so that I could look into his eyes and see for myself the effect that I was having on his sweet, innocent face. This particular position was a little complicated to get right, but it drove me utterly wild, largely because it made me feel so dominant. I was his king. His Master. I went harder and harder until I could feel the semen prickling in my balls. This was my moment—my moment to, for the first time, fuck my seed into someone. My moment to take ownership of an Apprentice. And then, just like that, I exploded. The cum flew out of me and gushed into him. The tides of ecstasy flowed through my body and ricocheted into his.

And then it was over. I am now the Master of my own destiny and the future is a very exciting prospect.

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Apprentice Devall – Chapter 2 – The Calling

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Master Napoli did things to me that I didn’t know could be done. I experienced sensations which blew my mind and entirely changed the way that I perceive myself.

Sadly, what we did was never spoken of again. In fact, Master Napoli barely acknowledged me when our paths crossed. My mind started oscillating wildly between feeling excited about what had happened and experiencing a huge amount of guilt about it. I wondered if I’d pushed Master Napoli into an uncomfortable space, or whether, by not challenging or refusing him, I’d failed the first test. To make matters worse, for the longest time afterwards, it felt like my training had ground to a halt. There were no one-to-one meetings with the Masters, no talk about the next stage of my apprenticeship. I knuckled down, attending classes and reading everything I could, but, the longer it went on, the more I became convinced I’d blown it.

Then I received notification of my Calling. My heart leapt with joy. The Calling is the first major ceremony here. When you’re called up, you’re received into The Order. It’s a massive honor and a huge step forward which definitely means you’re doing something right. Of course, I instantly read everything I could about the ritual but the whole thing is shrouded in complete mystery. Those who’ve experienced it, say nothing about it afterwards. So, as I walked through the complex to the allotted room, I couldn’t decide if I was terrified or utterly exhilarated.

No one could tell me anything about Master Patrick, who was the one to lead the ceremony. The only thing anyone seemed to know about him was that he was new. No one could tell me what he looked like or whether he was friendly or stern. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door of his office. He called me in and instructed me to sit down at a huge desk which seemed to fill the space somewhat unnecessarily.

I found myself immediately attracted to him. He’s very dark-haired like Napoli but his skin is pale. He was dressed in a black suit, which looked very expensive, with a yellow-and-gray-striped tie and a white shirt. To be honest, he was so well-groomed that I immediately felt really shabby. I’d struggled to get the knot of my tie up into my collar and it didn’t seem to matter how much I ironed my shirt because it always looked creased.

I was completely disarmed by Master Patrick’s first question. He asked if I still submitted that I was not attracted to men. Plainly what had happened with Master Napoli had blown that particular belief entirely out of the water, but I felt pretty sure that it was not something he’d have wanted me to discuss with anyone, and furthermore that any form of same-sex activity could well be frowned upon by the Order, so I lied and told Master Patrick that I was straight. To be honest, he seemed a little bored by my answer and, rather wearily, instructed me to stand up.

The next few minutes went by in something of a blur. I felt entirely overwhelmed. One moment, I was drinking from some sort of ornate glass vessel and the next he was running his hands all over my body, undoing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt while my dick quadrupled in size. My heart was pounding in my mouth. My skin was suddenly covered in a million goosebumps. Master Patrick’s touch was intimate, soft, thorough… I kept looking at his lips. For some reason I felt an intense desire to kiss them, but I also knew that that level of boldness would be very much frowned upon.

Master Patrick rather speedily unbuckled my belt and was soon standing behind me, his body pressed into me, unzipping my fly and allowing my pants to drop to the floor—all the while he carefully massaged the bulge in my underpants.

He then ordered me to climb onto the desk and present myself to him on all fours, like some sort of livestock at a county show. It should have felt a little humiliating, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to please him. He walked around the desk, surveying every inch of me while loosening his belt and tie and rolling up his shirt sleeves. He started to touch me again. It was as though his fingers were melting into my body. He worked his way down my back and then, all of a sudden, he started to kiss my butt cheeks. That was surprising enough, but when he pushed his tongue into my hole, I was astonished. The sensation of it wriggling around down there was a weird mixture of ticklish and incredibly erotic. I could hear him stripping more of his clothes off and all sorts of crazy thoughts started to fill my brain about where this encounter was heading. At that very moment, I think I’d have done anything in the world that he asked me to do.

The thought of losing my virginity to a man had occurred to me from time-to-time in the past, but since Master Napoli had his way with me I’ve basically thought about very little else. In every single sordid fantasy, I’ve imagined being the dominant one, however, but as Master Patrick continued, I began to wonder whether there was some expectation for me to be the receiver. I genuinely couldn’t process how that thought made me feel.

He stood me up again and leaned against the wall, guiding my hand onto the bulge in his pants and encouraging me to explore it with my fingers. It felt surprisingly large and I experienced a sudden, overwhelming desire to put it in my mouth. I fell to my knees, shocked by the unbelievable brazenness of my own behavior. Of course, once down there, I didn’t have the slightest clue what to do next.

His pants dropped to the floor. His beautiful dick was bulging in his underpants, hard as steel and twitching. I let my tongue dance over the mound for a moment before pulling his trunks down and marveling as it burst majestically into the open, like a free diver coming up for air. The sheer size of it took my breath away.

For a moment I contemplated apologetically explaining that I’d never done anything like this before and asking for some pointers, but in the end, I simply took a deep breath and wrapped my lips around it. Judging by the pleasure-laden noises he instantly started to make, I was doing pretty well, so I guess I just kept at it; sucking and licking, allowing my lips to glide up and down the shaft, continually looking up at his face for clues. I ran my fingers over his balls which were incredibly low-hanging. Everything was perfect.

Then he pulled me to my feet again and pushed me against the table and I knew instinctively that the moment had arrived. Losing one’s virginity is a pretty big deal and I guess we all have these fantasies about the circumstances in which it’s all going to happen. It didn’t occur to me that it could happen anywhere other than in a bed, but there I was, leaning over a wooden desk, for a man with an enormous penis I’d met for the first time less than fifteen minutes earlier.

And then he penetrated me. Just like that. And, just like that, I was no longer a virgin. He slid the entire length of his dick into me in one very long stroke. I can’t begin to explain the sensation. It felt like I was being torn apart. It felt like someone was forcing a baseball bat into my body. Each time I thought he must be fully inside me, he’d push it in another inch or so. I entered a state of pure shock, I think, but genuinely, the most enduring emotion was one of desire. I wanted him. I wanted to please him. I wanted to feel like I was part of him.

He started to groan as he pulled it in and out of me and I suddenly felt my body beginning to relax. From then on it was magical. He started to vary the pace and depth of his strokes. Just as I felt myself getting used to one rhythm, he’d change things up so I was constantly kept on my toes. I started to push back on him. The thought that he was inside me, entirely raw, made me incredibly horny—as did the thought that I’d now lost my virginity. I felt like a true man, somehow.

I kept looking back at Master Patrick to see the look on his face. He was smiling like the arrogant cat that had gotten the cream, no doubt more than a little pleased with himself that he’d managed to pop my cherry without any complaints from me. I guess I knew he was using me for his own carnal pleasure and that he’d taken something precious from me in the process, but I didn’t care. I’d have done anything to see that look on his face.

He threw me onto my back and continued to pump himself into me, then turned me onto my side and banged me so hard I felt sure his dick would somehow reappear up my throat. He seemed to have an infinite capacity to fuck me harder and faster every time I’d convinced myself he was going at full tilt. It was almost like he was showing off; demonstrating his immense sexual prowess, almost mocking me for daring to fantasize about being the top partner during my first, or, frankly, any subsequent encounter.

He pulled out and started to jerk himself and then suddenly his enormous dick was spraying vast quantities of semen all over my ass cheeks and onto the table and the carpet. Then he slid himself back into me and finally kissed my lips. I felt truly alive.

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Apprentice Devall – Chapter 1 – The Interview

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It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt that scared. As I walked to the interview room down all those dusty hallways, I started to realize how desperate I was to join The Order. It was vital for me to make a good first impression. I must have stood in front of my mirror that morning for at least an hour, making sure there wasn’t a hair out of place on my head, and attempting to get the knot of my tie looking as perfect as possible.

I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the room where my interview took place. Everything in there was gleaming white: the walls, the furniture, the carpet. The hallway had been really dark and lined with wooden panels, so my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden brightness.

Master Napoli was standing in the space. I’ll be honest; the sight of him almost made me gasp. He looked so powerful, dressed in his fitted white suit. He was dark-featured and he had the sort of handsome looks I always associated with Italian men. It’s funny— before I came here, I’d never questioned my sexuality, but some of the Masters are distractingly good looking. I mean, it’s not that I’m attracted to them as such, but I am in awe of them. I find myself imagining how it would feel to be one of them. Does that make sense?

Master Napoli instructed me to sit down on a fancy chair before explaining that he was going to ask me a series of questions which I was to answer honestly. I immediately felt uneasy. It was like he was already suspicious of me and that he was somehow expecting me to lie. Then his face softened and he sat next to me, placing a hand on my thigh. His warm touch sent shockwaves through my body and my heart started pounding in my ears. He smelled amazing. It was a scent I’ve never encountered before. It engulfed me the moment he sat down, enveloping me in a haze of sudden, intense excitement.

But his questions caught me off guard. He asked if I’d ever looked at another man in a lustful way. I said no, largely because I’m not sure I understood the question. And to be honest, I answered no to all of his questions for the same reason, but as his hand continued to grasp my thigh, I began to wonder if I was lying. He asked if I’d looked at pornography involving men and I truthfully said that I hadn’t. Then he asked when I’d last masturbated and I was shocked. I mean, of course I get hard—particularly in the mornings—but it’s easy enough to think about other stuff until those unwelcome thoughts go away. Unfortunately, the more Master Napoli continued with his bizarre line of questioning, the more I found myself thinking about sex. Worse still, I realized I was thinking about it with him. I felt myself flushing red, terrified that he’d look between my legs and see that my penis was hard.

He asked if I was willing to prove that I wasn’t sexually attracted to men. The question hit me like a bolt of lightning. He told me to stand, and he did the same—removing his jacket like he was getting ready for a fight. His torso was straining his well-tailored shirt. I genuinely didn’t know where to look and whether to be terrified or excited. When he told me to remove my shirt, 99 percent of me wanted to say no. I wanted to walk out of the room in shame and then walk and walk and walk until I was back home and could pretend the whole thing had been nothing but a crazy dream. But, before I could take stock, I felt my fingers reaching up to my tie and loosening it…

He stepped right up to me—this huge brute of a man—waiting, intimidatingly, offering no sense of what was about to happen. I was shaking horribly as I attempted to undo the buttons of my shirt. I finally found the courage to look him in the eye, and, as the nerves began to dissipate, I began to act a little more nonchalantly, like I was taking this entire humiliating experience in stride.

He undid his shirt cuffs, and for a moment I thought he was going to throw a punch at me. Instead, he ordered me to take off my pants. This time I didn’t hesitate. I merely started to unbuckle my belt and before I’d had the chance to wonder what the hell was going on, I’d allowed my pants to drop to the ground with a thud. As he rolled up his sleeves, I managed to convince myself that he was about to challenge me to some sort of wrestling match.

Then he told me to sit down again—gently touching my chest with the back of his hand in a way which made my legs go all wobbly and give out from under me. He walked around the back of the chair, pulled my hands behind me, and, seconds later, I felt him tying them together with some kind of rope. My heart was pounding with terror…

I was astonished when I felt his hands gently running all over my chest. After I came to grips with the shock of what was happening, I began to feel my body relaxing—somehow melting to his touch—and before I could take stock, I heard noises of pure pleasure coming from my mouth. I’m not gonna lie. I’d never felt like that before. My entire body suddenly felt hot and sensitive. This is gonna sound crazy, but it was like there was a glowing ball of fire in the pit of my stomach, which was throwing out energy through my nipples and my balls and my penis. To make matters even more extraordinary, Master Napoli seemed to understand—with infinite precision—where to place his huge hands while I was in the midst of this bizarre state. I was overcome by a feeling of desire.

I looked up into his eyes and my lips instantly started to tingle. I knew it was not my place to kiss him, but I longed to touch his lips with mine. Before I knew it, however, he’d plunged his roving hand down into my underpants and was groping my dick. It stiffened uncontrollably with his touch. I was now helpless to do anything other than let lust surge throughout my body. He asked if I was enjoying it. I lied and said I didn’t know. In reality, it was the most amazing thing which had ever happened to me.

He pulled my garments down and exposed my dick, which was dripping with some kind of clear, sticky liquid. It made me feel a little embarrassed, but he seemed to enjoy touching it and massaging it into other parts of me. Everything he did was exciting beyond words. I found myself looking into his eyes, waiting for the catch, waiting for him to reveal that I’d fallen into his cruel trap and that I’d failed my interview—but he looked back at me with such profound gentleness. To be honest, there wasn’t a single part of me which was able to fight it. I just caved into my base desires.

We locked eyes again and again and I felt my desire reflected in his face. He squirted some sort of oil into his hand and then rubbed it into my dick. The sensation was remarkable—the inside of his fist just slid up and down the shaft. I had no idea that anything could feel that good. He tightened his grip and I felt my body quivering and then springing into life. It was as though he were performing some dark kind of magic on me. His strokes got faster and faster and then I felt one of his fingers entering my hole.

I suddenly lost track of everything. My head was spinning. I started murmuring. Instinctively, I knew something was going to happen to me. I could feel it building. I tried to fight it, but it was inevitable. I felt my legs spontaneously parting. I had this unbelievable desire to spread them wider and wider as the feelings intensified.

He moved behind the chair and untied my hands. As soon as they were released, I found my hand moving towards my penis, wanting to see if my touch down there was as beautiful as his. He pulled one of my legs up into his lap—spreading my legs wider than I’d ever thought possible. I started to rub myself. It felt good. I pumped it harder and faster, looking into his eyes, seeing his beauty, his authority, his lust for me.

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Apprentice Land – Chapter 3 – Anointing

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It’s been over a month now since Apprentice Land was last brought in front of me.

I’m Master Snow, and I was lucky enough to be tasked with the honor of taking the boy’s virginity. I’ve seldom met a young man with such an aptitude for submissiveness. He was a joy to penetrate and I have been eager to experience his tight, young body again.

But these things must never be rushed. The initial shame he no doubt experienced—after succumbing to me despite an unwavering assertion that he was straight—would swiftly pass and be replaced by an interest in repeating the encounter. That would undoubtedly give way to yearning, and yearning would eventually become desperation. His face would tell me everything I needed to know in terms of which stage he was at.

Last week, I could tell that desperation had arrived. I couldn’t walk past the Apprentice without him flushing red. I’d glance at him and see his eyes boring lustfully into my body. He would, no doubt, have been dreaming about me and thinking of me every night when he secretly jerked his dick underneath the bed sheets.

He’d be taking every possible opportunity to mention me to his friends, trying to work out if any of them had had similar encounters with me. He’d feel intense jealousy if he saw me so much as smiling at another Apprentice.

I’m sure he felt incredible excitement and relief when he received orders to present himself for anointing. He would, of course, have dared to hope that more of the same was coming his way, but simultaneously been terrified by the possibility of my not being there.

He’d become a trembling bag of nerves by the time he entered the sacred space. Walking into the ceremonial room for the first time is a hell of a lot even for the most confident Apprentice to process. The clean, white walls and billowing curtains are there to remind him of our expectation that he remain mentally and physically pure. It is wholly unacceptable for an Apprentice to seek sexual gratification from anyone other than his appointed Master.

Apprentice Land’s eyes instantly started dancing up and down my body. I knew how good I looked—the white ceremonial clothing fit my ripped body like an expensive glove. Apprentice Land, for his part, was dressed in the flowing gown which all are expected to wear for their anointing. It very deliberately offers no protection against erections. The moment an Apprentice experiences arousal, his humiliating secret is revealed.

It is a great honor to oversee an anointing. It’s by far the most sensual of all the ceremonies, involving, as it does, warm oils and delicate physical touch. By the end of the ritual an Apprentice can often be shaking with desire, desperate for anything a Master has in store for him.

I slowly removed my jacket, exposing the shape of my body underneath my tightly-tailored formal shirt. The Apprentice, of course, was semi-hard within seconds. He stood perfectly still, unquestioning and unflinching, as I gently ran my oil-covered fingers over each key part of his body. His forehead, his eyes, his nose, his lips…

Part of a Master’s task, at this stage, is to hold himself together. When you find yourself rubbing your fingers over an Apprentice’s soft, rosy lips, or along the crack between his peachy butt cheeks, it’s difficult not to want to immediately leap in. But delaying gratification is where the ultimate power lies.

His breathing became increasingly shallow as I began to run my hands across his body. Before long, it had turned to subtle panting. It was more than clear that he’d fully embraced the nature of the journey we’d embarked upon. I looked into his eyes; he understood the gravity of what was happening to him.

I touched the tip of his penis with my tongue as I knelt down to anoint his legs. Then, I wrapped my mouth tightly around it, causing it to swell and bounce uncontrollably. I deep-throated him, simultaneously licking his tight balls with my tongue. It’s a trick that I learned during my Apprenticeship and it’s served me very well ever since. The deep groans and gasps which suddenly started flying out of Apprentice Land’s mouth told me everything I needed to know.

He then leaned over a low padded bench and I removed his gown, setting to work on his hole, loosening my tie as I ate him out. I wanted him badly and knew I was likely to penetrate him hard, so he needed to be very carefully prepared. I removed my clothes without once leaving my pleasure-yielding station, continuing to do unspeakable things to his balls and dick with my tongue until I was down to my garments.

He sat down on the bench and I returned to his dick, deep-throating him with passion, desperate to get as much of him inside me before the tables were well-and-truly turned. He tasted so good: So fresh, so naive, so excited. I stood up and encouraged him to return the favor, suggesting that he suck me good and hard.

It wasn’t long before I’d told him to kneel on the carpet and present his ass to me. I worked the anointing oils into my big dick and then into his super-tight hole before lining myself up against him. It seemed almost inconceivable that something so large would be able to fit inside, but I’d been in there once before and, sure enough, after hearing a few gasps, whimpers and intakes of breath, I found myself penetrating him.

I went deep, but nice and slow at first, utterly entranced by the sensation of my raw dick easing its way in and out of the innocent Apprentice. I was soon able to ramp up the pace, tilting my pelvis and boning him with some degree of force.

The best fucks are the ones where you experiment with different positions to find where the most pleasure is. Squatting over him felt pretty good and allowed me to get right inside him, but it was quite an intense workout for my thighs. As I slowly pushed myself into his inner sphincter, the Apprentice yelled with satisfaction. I don’t think he’d ever felt anything that far inside him before and it was clear he needed a lot more of it.

He turned onto his back and I took him from the front, peering down into those disbelieving eyes. I picked up the pace and started to feel a frantic desire rolling through my body. Call it a need to breed, or a desire to brand, but I suddenly wanted to fuck him ragged. I was soon slamming my dick full force as countless rounds of semen in my balls waited impatiently for an opportunity to be unleashed…

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I’ll confess, I was terrified. I remember looking at myself in the mirror before I entered the temple and trying to straighten my tie while my hands shook almost uncontrollably. There’s usually something immensely pleasurable about tying a tie up. You know, getting it just right, ensuring that the knot is pristine. But that afternoon, everything felt different…

I guess I was just desperate to impress them. I had no idea what the interview would entail. I tried to talk to some of the more advanced apprentices about it, but they were incredibly tight-lipped, which just served to make the whole thing seem more mystical somehow. And that made me want it all the more!

I walked into a gleamingly white room. A man, dressed formally, all in white, was sitting on something which could have been a chair, but looked more like a throne. I subsequently learned that his name was Master Kamp. He had the most incredible aura about him which entirely drew me in. He was older, of course. I say of course because, throughout my life, I’ve regularly found myself intrigued by older men. My Dad was hardly ever around when I was a kid, so I suppose I’ve always latched on to guys who might end up filling just a bit of that missing space!

The connection I felt with Master Kamp was almost instant. I immediately wanted to impress him but found it almost impossible to look into his steely eyes without blushing. His deep voice, which was laced with some sort of European accent, literally made the hairs on the back of my neck rise uncontrollably.

He told me to sit on the chair next to him and then informed me that he was going to assess whether I was worthy enough to enter the Order by asking me a series of questions which I needed to answer honestly. He stressed over and over again that I’d be expected to tell the truth. He was plainly expecting me to lie, but I pride myself on always telling the truth…

I was, however, immediately thrown by the questions he was asking because they all seemed to be of a sexual nature and, if I’m honest, I’ve always found it relatively easy to avoid impure thoughts. He asked if I’d ever watched pornography, which I can honestly say I haven’t. Then he asked if I’d ever looked at another man in a lustful way. I didn’t even understand the question. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt lustful, let alone looked at someone lustfully…

Then he told me that he needed me to prove that what I was saying was true. I don’t know why, but I could feel my face burning up. I was suddenly aware of how close Master Kamp was sitting to me. I could smell his scent, it was a really good scent, and I couldn’t take my eyes of the knot in his tie, wondering if he’d done it up himself or if his wife had helped him, and before I knew what was going on, I’d started thinking how much I wanted to do up his tie for him and, just to add to my discomfort, for some ungodly reason, that particular thought instantly made me start to get hard. And the more I tried to suppress the swelling of my penis, the more it seemed to grow!

I was profoundly embarrassed when he told me to take my clothes off. I stood up and looked down at my pants to see my penis underneath the fabric, tenting humiliatingly. I can’t imagine what he must have thought. I was just hoping against hope that he somehow wouldn’t notice.

I undressed as slowly as I could in the hope that my erection would go down a bit, but the moment I dropped my pants, the game was up. They make you dress in these almost see-through, tight-fitting boxer trunks and my penis was hard as a rock and throbbing in there for the world to see! I covered it with my hands and sat down again, utterly mortified.

Then it all kicked off. Master Kamp walked behind me, then pulled my hands away from my crotch and tied them behind the chair. All I could do was look down at the big, embarrassing, seemingly-immovable object between my legs, which was literally trying to fight its way out of my undergarment. And to make matters worse, the more Master Kamp touched me, the harder it got, and the more my mind started to fill with the craziest, most inappropriate thoughts about him.

He started running his hands all over my body, touching my nipples, my belly and my thighs in a way which made everything begin to twitch. I didn’t have a clue what was going on, but to say I wasn’t enjoying it would be the lie of the century! When his fingers started to make very gentle contact with my dick, I literally thought I was going to explode!

There was a point when I realized that what was happening was okay. An encouraging smile started to form on Master Kamp’s lips which made me relax and embrace what seemed like never-ending pleasure. Our eyes met and I suddenly knew exactly what it meant to look at another man lustfully.

He pulled my dick out of my trunks and started to run his hand up and down the shaft. Then, all of a sudden, he was rubbing oil into it and grabbing and flicking my balls until the dirtiest thoughts I’d ever had started flooding into my mind. My lips began to tingle and I felt my legs spreading wider to give more access to Master Kamp. I needed him to know that I was his.

He took my sock off and started to massage and then kiss my feet. He was like a magician. It was as though every part of my body had a receptor attached to it that Master Kamp was activating.

Then he pulled me forward on the chair so that my butt was hanging off the edge, and I felt his oil-covered fingers moving towards my hole. All I could think was how amazing it would feel if they were to go inside. And before I knew it, he’d done just that and I was in heaven.

He took a glass object from a tray below him and ran it up and down the shaft of my dick. It felt cold. It was sort of penis-shaped and I instinctively knew where it was heading. The oddest thing was that I wanted it to go there.

He rested it for a moment against my butt hole – tantalizingly – and then started to push it in. It felt strange to begin with, like it wasn’t gonna get up there without causing a great deal of damage. My instinct was to tense up but something told me to force myself to relax. And at that moment, it went inside. My dick was twitching and throbbing like crazy, almost like something inside it was trying to get out… I started to worry that I was going to piss myself.

He repeatedly pushed the glass thing in and out of me, while, at the same time, running his hand up and down my dick. I could feel something tickling in my nuts and realized that I was about to orgasm.

He untied my hands and allowed me to touch myself. I have always tried not to do that in the past, but it felt so right to be doing it then. I looked right into his eyes and frenziedly tugged at my dick until I exploded.

The semen burst out the head of my dick in thick white ribbons. At the same time my body went all prickly. Then a wave of immense pleasure rolled through me. I couldn’t tell if I was hot or cold. It was the most intense, bizarre, wonderful feeling… one which I am desperate to experience again.

Apprentice Shepard – Chapter 3 – The Anointing

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I find it very difficult to look at Master Weston without blushing. I see him walking along the halls and when our eyes meet, I invariably find myself thinking about the incredible things that happened when we were last alone together.

I don’t think I ever could have predicted that my life would end up making such a dramatic journey away from the path I’d imagined it taking. I’d always felt very strongly that I’d settle down with a nice young girl, and that we’d get married and have children and live a comfortable but fairly ordinary life. If someone had told me that I’d end up with a thing for older, suited men and an almost obsessive desire to be subservient towards them, I’d have laughed. And yet, here I am…

For some reason, Master Weston ticks all my boxes. Grey-haired, well-built and incredibly fit for his age, and a level of power and authority so strong that I find myself fantasizing about the extremes I’d be prepared to go to simply to please him.

I was summoned to one of the ceremonial rooms to be anointed the other day and was excited to discover that Master Weston was the one who’d lead the ritual. The thought of being alone again with him in a room filled me with great excitement; I couldn’t sleep thinking of what might happen.

I arrived right on time. I was handed a simple white robe by one of the servants and led into an area where I washed myself carefully. The robe was designed to slip over the head like a flimsy cotton kaftan. I was instructed to remain naked underneath, which felt pretty strange because none of the cloth covered the sides of my body and there was barely anything to protect my modesty.

Master Weston’s voice instructed me to enter the main space. I walked in to find him sitting on a bench, dressed in a beautifully-fitted, pure white suit with an entire wall of white, floor-to-ceiling curtains billowing behind him like some kind of film set. The sight was as awe-inspiring as it was unnervingly surreal. For the briefest moment, I wondered if I was somehow standing at the pearly gates, about to atone for my earthly sins.

Master Weston looked up at me and smiled, proudly I think. I felt a million butterflies flapping in my stomach. He stood and walked up to me, informing me that I was due to be anointed and that I was required to do everything asked of me. The statement, of course, was music to my ears, and when he removed his suit jacket, unleashing his intoxicating scent into the room, my heart started pounding.

He rolled up his sleeves and gathered up a series of metal containers from the corner of the room. It turned out that they were filled with warm oils with unfamiliar, heady aromas. Master Weston dipped a finger into one of them before drawing a line of oil across my forehead. He repeated the action on my ears, my nose, and my mouth. Before long, he’d rubbed oil into most parts of my body. Each line that he drew made me feel more at one with him, more respected somehow and, bizarrely, more like a man.

He pushed my robe aside, and I was as good as naked. I felt no shame that my penis was hard and that it bounced and danced with increasing excitement every time Master Weston’s fingertips drifted onto a new zone of my body. I realized that strings of pre-cum were pouring uncontrollably from my penis, hanging from the tip like delicate chains of silver. There was no hiding that my body was in a state of extreme arousal. I desired Master Weston in a way which I couldn’t fully comprehend.

He knelt in front of me and caught a long stream of pre-cum with his tongue, before taking my penis into his warm mouth. The sensation was mind-blowingly pleasurable. I began to tremble; waves of yearning sexual energy rolled up and down my body.

At that moment, Master Weston instructed me to sit down on the bench, which was fine with me because my knees had started to buckle. He squatted down beneath me and brought my foot up onto his thigh, massaging oil into every part of it before gently sucking my toes. Then, he stood up and kissed me. The kiss was both passionate and respectful, and I longingly melted into his soft lips. I was his. He was mine. There was no one else in the world.

He began to remove his clothes, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal an impressive, bear-like body. The hairs were dark around his stomach and greyer around the chest. I dropped to my knees to serve him and he pushed his underwear down to reveal his stiffening member which I began to suck. It tasted wonderful and it responded to my hungry lips, doubling in size and becoming rock solid. I tried to get it as deep as I could into my mouth, even down into my throat, fighting the desperate urge to gag.

He ordered me onto all fours and knelt behind me, rubbing his beard between my ass cheeks, and probing my hole with his talented tongue until I was desperate to feel his beautiful dick inside me.

I didn’t need to wait long. He pressed himself against my hole, which immediately opened itself up for him. Moments later, he was in a push-up position above me, thrusting in and out, pounding me like a huge stag in heat, ramming his giant dick as far as he could into my guts. He knelt up behind me and I started to ride his dick as fast and as hard as I could, squeezing my ass muscles around his hard cock while he loudly moaned, groaned, and grunted.

He turned me onto my back and I watched as his face took on a look of determination, almost as though his sudden new desire was to utterly ruin my ass. I grabbed hold of his nipples and twisted them as hard as I could with my fingertips until he was purring like a cat—and then roaring like a lion.

Moments later, he pulled his dick out of me and shot an immense load all over my stomach. Part of me was disappointed that he hadn’t cum inside me, but before I could dwell on that he pushed his dick back into me so that his powerful DNA could find its way into my bloodstream. He collapsed, utterly exhausted, onto my body, and we kissed passionately for what seemed forever, our bodies interwoven, connected mentally, physically, and now spiritually.

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Apprentice Tanner – Chapter 1 – The Interview

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Apprentice Tanner didn’t consider himself to be a shy individual. He normally was out-going and playful with other people. But as he sat in the steel chair facing Master Barrett, he could not help but feel nervous and tight-lipped. And when the older man spoke, Tanner was uncharacteristically unsure of exactly how to answer. The initial interview questions were simple and easy enough to speak about, but the young man found himself mumbling his answers.

When Tanner had first been introduced to the Masonic Order, he was thrilled and honored. At that time, his confidence and intrigue were sky-high. But now, under the careful gaze of the calm and mysterious Master Barrett, Apprentice Tanner felt as humbled as he’d ever remembered. What if he failed to answer the man’s questions correctly? What if he couldn’t impress these massively impressive masters, all so wise, knowing and enigmatic?

Suddenly, Master Barrett stopped speaking. He sat very still in his immaculate white suit and tie and gazed at the young man for a quiet moment. Barrett had some more serious questions to ask the apprentice. And he wanted to know if Tanner could be completely honest with him. Seemingly out of nowhere, the older man asked Tanner if he were sexually attracted to men.

Tanner was completely thrown off guard by this turn of events. Confused and somewhat shaken, Tanner inwardly wondered why he was being asked about his sexuality. Up to this point, there had been no indication that the Masonic Order allowed such topics to be discussed. What should he say? Could he be perfectly honest? What if he told the truth and was cast out?

The next question Master Barrett asked caused young Tanner to tremble. Gently, the older man reached out with his hand and placed it on the boy’s knee. The touch was completely unexpected, but also somehow reassuring–and pleasurable! Tanner was intensely afraid that Master Barrett would notice and the interview would be over. Was it even remotely possible that this wholly attractive, graceful man’s touch meant something…more? Unthinkable. Tanner found himself tensing up and weakly denying an interest in men.

Unflinchingly, Master Barrett slowly removed his hand from Tanner’s knee and sat back. The older, wiser gentleman took a different tact. Now what he wanted to know was if young Apprentice Tanner could PROVE that he wasn’t excited by the idea of a man’s touch.

The boy was both shaken and derailed by this line of questioning. But an answer was expected and so answer he must. Young Tanner could only mumble an affirmation that he could prove not being excited by men– but deep down, the boy knew that Master Barrett could somehow tell that he wasn’t being completely honest.

“Stand up” was the sudden command.

The unexpected twists and turns of this alleged interview began to cause Tanner to wonder. What was the real reason that he’d been asked into these chambers?

“Remove your tie” was the next command.

Now a blend of surprise, confusion and curiosity filled the young apprentice. Tanner knew that his hesitancy up to this point absolutely must come to an end. He had been specifically instructed that he must obey and comply no matter what.

Apprentice Tanner swiftly removed his tie. The young man was not about to blow this special opportunity that he’d been given. Not everyone was as lucky as he to be in this situation. Tanner took a deep breath and awaited the next command.

“Remove your shirt”.

Master Barrett’s enigmatic gaze remained steady and consistent. His dark, soulful eyes remained unreadable even as Tanner’s hands began to shake ever so slightly as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt and take it off.

No sooner had Apprentice Tanner handed the shirt over to Master Barrett, when the holy man instructed, “now remove your belt”. Tanner’s eyes widened.

The young apprentice was less shocked by the command than he was by the ever-increasing difficulty he found to not get an erection. Now that his belt was off, the boy could only imagine what was coming next.

The anticipation caused Tanner to swallow hard and take another breath. Master Barrett remained perfectly calm and still. He showed no indication that he was aware of the lump slowly growing in the boy’s black dress pants.

If Master Barrett had any misgivings about the bulge in Apprentice Tanner’s pants, he showed no signs of it.

“Now remove your pants.”

Before he could stop himself, Tanner hesitated and started to say something, but quickly recovered his composure and promptly began to unzip his perfectly tailored trousers. The young man was acutely aware of how nearly fully erect his penis had become. A natural inclination to hide his erection caused Tanner to blush and make a modest attempt to cover his hardness with his hands, trying to adjust his now fully erect cock inside his skimpy white underwear.

Tanner was now experiencing feelings he’d never quite allowed himself to fully manifest within him. He was also pleasantly surprised at how much he wanted to allow himself to relax and enjoy these new feelings and sensations. And as though Master Barrett could somehow intuit the boy’s inner struggle, he gently indicated for Tanner to sit back down in his chair.

Now Master Barrett’s attention moved directly to the young man’s full-on erection. The underwear seemed to Tanner to be a moot point as his boy rod threatened to burst right through the meager cloth. The boy wanted to, but ultimately could not bring himself to look up at the older man– who now rose from his seat and walked around Tanner and stood silently behind him.

What was to happen now, the young apprentice wondered, as Master Barrett gently laid his hands on the boy’s shoulders and slid them down his chest. The suited man expertly traced his long, elegant fingers up and down the boy’s arms, shoulders and neck. Apprentice Tanner was electrified by this kind of attention. No one had ever before touched him in this way–so intimate and careful.

Master Barrett’s ministrations caused Tanner to sigh and gently, softly moan. The boy closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. He wanted nothing more than to have the ever seductive and exploratory touch continue on. Tanner bravely touched and guided Barrett’s hand as the older man gently massaged the boy’s chest and torso.

In the next moment, Master Barrett commenced with his erotic exploration of the young apprentice’s body and suddenly pulled the boy’s arms back behind the chair. To Apprentice Tanner’s surprised amazement, the holy man procured a small, white piece of silk rope. A slight trickle of fear and perspiration crept over the boy’s mind and body. However, Tanner asserted to himself that trust and compliance were to be strictly administered in this situation.

Apprentice Tanner realized as Master Barrett bound his wrists together with the silk rope that the interaction with this man was in actuality a test disguised as an “interview”. The true nature of this experience was becoming more and more clear– Master Barrett had masterfully uncovered Tanner’s deepest secrets and desires. The young man realized, as Barrett now stood in front of him, what he had been suppressing all of these years– he needed a man to want him, to touch him, to take complete control.

All of Tanner’s fear and hesitancy vanished in the twinkling of an eye in that moment. And as though Master Barrett could detect this change in the apprentice, he moved beside the boy and put one arm around his shoulders and one hand on his inner thigh. Tanner’s sighs and moans increased in volume and intensity as Master Barrett stroked his inner thigh and then softly began to trace his fingers along the boy’s tingling, sensitive testicles. The feeling was outstanding and Tanner’s boy rod pulsated inside his underwear.

Master Barrett’s patient and calculating caress of Apprentice Tanner’s genitals made the boy cry out with erotic intensity. The young man fought the urge to thrash about and beg for the holy elder to release his now steel hard rod and give him blessed relief. However, Barrett’s agenda was not to be hurried along. The boy’s breathing was now just sharp inhalations and thrilled gasps.

Apprentice Tanner, in his new-found rapture, let his head fall back. He was delirious with primal need. As he moaned, Master Barrett took the young man’s head in his hands, leaned down and kissed him tenderly. It was exhilarating and astonishing to Tanner how adeptly and intricately the powerful man communicated while hardly saying a word.

Each deep, arousing kiss was followed by another. Both master and apprentice indeed had reached breakthrough. Tanner was completely overtaken by arousal and a wondrous sense of heightened sexual awareness. And Master Barrett was the boy’s one and only guide through these moments of passion and self discovery.

Finally, Master Barrett removed Tanner’s underwear and began to tease the boy’s hardon with his fingers, lips and the tip of his tongue. This activity was short-lived, however, as the older gentleman now procured a small amount of ceremonial oil and applied the warm liquid to Tanner’s throbbing boy scepter. Barrett slowly, languidly, stroked the panting, moaning youth.

All too soon, Tanner felt the inevitable orgasm begin to quickly rise within his loins. Master Barrett’s hand subtly moved faster and faster, gripping the slick, pulsating cock of the young apprentice until finally the boy came. The semen gushed and flowed like a hot river all along the holy man’s hands and fingers.

The interview had seemingly ended, but deep inside, Tanner was well aware that this was merely the beginning. A journey had just begun. Where he would be taken and how he would be taken through this exciting, mysterious journey only the Masters could know. And Apprentice Tanner could hardly wait.

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