Master Banner was bald-headed with a salt and pepper beard. He sat so still but exuded charisma. I’ve never met a man I instantly felt so drawn towards. I found myself blushing uncontrollably pretty much from the moment I set eyes on him. I hovered at the door, not knowing what to do next.

He called me in. His voice was authoritative. He was plainly a man that didn’t need to give a command twice. I walked nervously into the room, worrying that his handsome, rugged face and hugely commanding presence were already making my dick twitch. The thought of getting hard while wearing that stupid robe was beyond shameful, and yet the more I tried to will my inappropriate erection away, the more it grew. By the time I’d crossed the room and was standing above him, I was at full mast and my humiliation was complete.

He said words I didn’t really understand about being a king and reigning forever. And then he anointed me. I mean, I’m saying that he anointed me like it’s the most common-place thing in the world. It’s absolutely not - in fact, it was probably the most bizarre thing which has ever happened to me. In a nutshell, Master Banner dipped his finger into some sort of oil before rubbing it across pretty much every part of my body. My forehead, my ears, my eyes, my lips, my shoulders… He spoke as he did all of this, explaining why he was touching me in all of these places; so that I could hear the truth, see clearly, never speak guile… I tried to listen. I tried to remember every word he was saying, but the words went in one ear and out the other. I found myself staring into his handsome face and feeling profoundly aroused by every one of his motions. From my face, he moved to my body, anointing my back; his fingers slowly rolling down my spine and onto my butt cheeks, causing me to gasp out loud. Then he pushed the flimsy sheet aside and moved to my chest and stomach, hitting a series of what I guess were erogenous zones which almost caused me to leap out of my own skin and made my dick twitch and dance.

He stood in front of me. I kept glancing down towards his crotch to see if he was hard in his suit pants but his jacket was buttoned up and I was too nervous to look properly. Then suddenly, he grabbed my dick, real hard, and tugged at it aggressively before starting to massage it in the palm of his hand. I stared into his face again, feeling suddenly very sure that he was getting off on my hard cock. He stood so close to me as he anointed my arms that my dick was rubbing over the front of his pants, no doubt leaving an oozing trail of sticky pre-cum.

He knelt down and began to anoint my loins, saying something about them being fruitful, before, completely out of the blue, beginning to suck my dick. There was no warning whatsoever and I have never before felt a sensation like it.

Then he sat me down and pushed my legs wide apart, jerking me off while moving his lips so close to mine I felt sure we were about to kiss. And yet that wasn’t to be. Instead, he dragged me to the front of the chair and began to push a finger into my ass. Moments later he was sucking me again and I was suddenly, once more, in a state of pure ecstasy, wondering if anything would ever feel that good again; submitting to him, succumbing to him. Then suddenly we were kissing. Great hungry kisses; tongues flicking and twisting, his aftershave filling my lungs. His suited torso was pressed up against my naked body and my dick was now so hard that I thought it - or I - was going to explode. You only kiss a guy you’re really into, right? It must have meant something that he wanted to kiss me. I must have been special to him. Whatever was going on in his head, I knew at that very moment that I belonged to him. I was his to do whatever he wanted to.

He bent me over the bench and I naturally found myself arching my back to show him my ass. He kissed me passionately while fingering my hole until I was twitching and near desperate to feel his penis up there. Then he removed his jacket and started to push his tongue into my butt, his beard tickling and prickling my ass cheeks, slowly opening me up and making penetration a formality. He tore his tie off and flung it aside, then unbuttoned his shirt, seemingly now almost frantic to get out of his clothes.

Then he stood and unzipped his pants, casually flinging them down to the floor until he was just in his undershirt and pants, which seemed to cling to his beautiful, masculine body like a second layer of skin. He removed his undershirt, exposing a stunningly well-defined torso; tanned and broad like a 50s film star. He pulled his dick out of the fly in his boxers and I couldn’t believe how big - and hard - it was, and when he started to rub it against my ass cheek I felt a rush of both fear and great excitement.

He squatted behind me and used a finger to push oil into my hole, whispering for me to relax as he did so, before rubbing the oil into his dick. And then it happened; he knelt behind me and started to push his huge penis into me. I won’t lie; it was cripplingly painful to begin with and it took every ounce of self control not to lash out at him. He almost immediately began to fuck me, thrusting in and out, hard and fast, as I begged for mercy. It was almost as though he were trying to find the most intense position, the position which caused me to cry out the loudest. The smile on his face made me sure I was being tested - or at least that he was enjoying my responses.

He pulled out and lay on his back, signaling for me to move across to him and sit on his dick. We took it in turns; I would ride him for a few moments and then he’d start spearing his dick into my guts again. Then we’d kiss. I turned my back to him and lowered myself down again. It hurt like hell but I wanted him so bad and I didn’t want it to end. He pounded me so hard, then I rode him, squeezing my ass muscles around his dick, desperate to feel his cum.

And then, suddenly, he let out a roar of deep pleasure and exploded into me. His manly semen gushed into my body, filling me with his lust. We collapsed into a heap, kissing again and trying to catch our breath as our pulse rates slowly returned to normal. But I felt different. I felt special. I felt complete.