His nose was a little runny and his eyes were still reddened from the choking and gagging, but he knew it was all part of his journey. For him to make his covenant, he had to show he would not back down. So weakened, weary, and vulnerable, he proceeded to the next chamber where Grandmaster Angus waited.

As Young made his way into the ceremonial chamber, it struck him just how handsome Angus was. In the bright, white light of the room, the apprentice was seeing the burly bearded man different from their previous encounter.

He was clothed in all white from head to toe, a stark difference from the black he wore before. His face seemed to even have a lightness to it, like the older man himself was in a lifted spirit of some kind. It made the young man feel more at ease. How could anything bad happen to him when everything here looks so peaceful?

Immediately, Angus sat on the edge of a bed draped in a red cover. It had the feeling of an altar more than a bed for sleeping, appropriate for the solemnity and ceremony of what was happening. Even beside the bed was a shallow bowl of water and a tray of ceremonial oil. Apprentice Young was ordered to wash the man’s feet as a sign of respect and subservience. The carpeted floor hurt the boy’s knees, but he was happy to do what he was told.

When Angus stood up, Apprentice Young noticed just how large he loomed. The young man was used to being smaller than almost everyone he encountered, but something about Angus’ size intimidated him greatly. He wasn’t the tallest man, but his chest was the width of a door. Each of Angus’ muscular thighs were bigger around than Young’s waist.

He was covered in dark hair, especially on his forearms and hands that made him look like a beast. The apprentice felt like in any other situation, he would be terrified of a man like him. Terrified and, undeniably, aroused.

As the older man began to remove his clothing, Young followed his lead, doing what he wanted without any question or hesitation. Even when Angus presented his exposed cock to him to suck, he opened his mouth and took it. His jaw was still tired and his lips were a little raw, but he looked up at his hirsute master, looking to please him however he wanted.

Seeing Young struggle, Grandmaster Angus retreated his member, sitting down on the edge of the bed to focus more on the boy and less on himself. Young was grateful to rest his mouth, but he knew his work wasn’t over. Angus stripped him of what little covering he had, feeling his smooth backside with his big, burly hands. They were rougher than Young was used to, but no less arousing as they teased his delicate hole.

The apprentice was placed on his back, breathlessly awaiting the moment where the older man would inevitably take what’s his and fuck him. Young knew it was coming, and in a way, he was grateful for it. This man wanted him. He saw promise and potential in him. He was going to help him grow and thrive and become who he was meant to be. Even if the apprentice wasn’t rock hard and turned on by the idea of feeling his thick meat inside, he thought it was a small price to pay to give his hole to someone of his standing.

Angus turned Young around, putting him on all fours with his hole in the air. The apprentice looked back, watching as the man provided him with a drop of spit as lubrication to ease the penetration. It fell from the man’s mouth as a white, foamy drop, looking dramatically lighter than the dark beard from which it emerged, falling short on the young man’s hole with an impressive thud. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

Angus pushed his manhood between the boy’s cheeks, not rushing the moment but not going too easy either. The apprentice knew why he was here, as did the older man. He put his full weight into the act of breeding, holding the boy in place with his strong, muscular arms, dominating him with his size and making quick work of overpowering his body.

For a moment, the apprentice felt a rising fear. He knew he couldn’t fight back should anything go awry. The older man was bigger, stronger, and more experienced than himself. Even as Young moaned with a mix of pleasure and apprehension, the older man placed a hand over his mouth, muffling his nuanced sounds until all that echoed in the room was the indistinguishable sound of a boy breathing hard.

It scared Young, but it also shot a surge of energy to his cock. He liked it. He liked being dominated. And he didn’t want it to stop.