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…