As is customary, Apprentice Roux dutifully crawled into the chamber, wearing the ceremonial gown; gossamer light fabric rustling, his plump nipple exposed, genitalia barely covered. The sight of him instantly made my dick twitch with anticipation. He knelt in front of me, expectantly. The boy has been around for long enough now to approach these encounters with a sense of erotic excitement rather than trepidation, and this change in him showed in his face for the first time.

I instructed him to begin the washing. He’d plainly been well-trained by the chamber servants because he carried out his tasks with great panache, eyes lowered humbly. The sensation of having one’s feet washed is, of course, loaded with a symbolism which it’s impossible not to find deeply arousing. I could see my big dick tenting in my suit pants and feel the pre-cum oozing from its tip and soaking into the white fabric. I told the boy to look at me, and he instantly flashed his beautiful blue eyes in my direction.

Then I ordered him to stand, before standing myself. I’m a tall man and I know that my height can both intimidate and thrill the boys, particularly when I invade their personal space. This feeling of power is an enjoyable sensation. I turned Apprentice Roux away from me and slowly edged the toga from his shoulder. Gravity took over and the gown slid down to his waist. The untying of a ribbon against his hip sent the thing billowing to the floor and the boy was suddenly entirely naked.

I walked around him, surveying his undoubted potential while gently removing my tie. The swishing sound my clothes made as I removed them, item by item, sent the boy into near spasms of exhilaration. I ran my large hands over his body, my dick now fighting with my suit pants, desperate to be unleashed from its cruel fabric cage. As I removed my shirt, I pushed my groin against the apprentice’s ass so that he could feel my bulge and garner some sense of what to expect. Desire forced me to grind myself against his butt. A good master will never rush these moments. It’s vital for a boy to be in a state of almost frenzied lust before he's penetrated.

I always enjoy removing my belt; the squeak of the leather, the metallic rattle of the buckle. Both pavlovian sounds which mean I’m about to fuck. I pushed my pants to the floor, glancing down at my member which was straining valiantly against my see-through underwear. I knew Master Snow would be watching. The idea appealed to me. Yeah, sure, I’d watched him banging this boy impressively, in fact Master Tucker had commented afterwards that it was the noisiest fuck he’d ever heard, but the whole thing was frenzied and brutal. I wanted to show Snow that eroticism and subtlety can also work magic.

I pulled Roux’ body into mine and continued to rub my cock-filled garments against his silky smooth butt, kissing his neck while listening to the shallowness of his breathing. He was soon on his knees, looking up at me pleadingly, as I ran my fingers over his soft, crimson lips. I instructed him to uncage my dick and he nervously brought his hands up to my bulge, pulling the holy garment down and exposing the upward-curving beast. I stroked his hair and fed my cock to him. He sucked it nervously, but it felt amazing. I held my dick in his mouth while his tongue drifted and wriggled and danced up and down my shaft. My balls began to twitch. His throat began to throb. I could feel the semen rising but I wasn’t done… Not nearly.

I dragged the boy to the bed and pushed him onto all fours so that he was facing Master Snow. I wanted to rim him and get him well-and-truly ready for my throbbing meat. Snow, of course, took it upon himself to step forward and play with the apprentice, gently stroking his hair and feeding his fingers into the boy’s mouth while I went to town on his butt, making him groan and gasp uncontrollably. Watch and learn, Snow. Watch and learn!

Roux was now ready, so I knelt behind him and finally took the prize I’d waited so many months to be awarded. He began to pant breathlessly the moment I started to push my raw dick inside him. I stared at Master Snow. He looked so god-damned hot in his suit. I found myself remembering what an extraordinary fuck I’d witnessed during the boy’s Atonement and how brilliant I therefore needed to be. Never let it be said that we masters are not competitive!

Snow continued to play with the boy, one eye occasionally meeting mine and shooting me approving looks. I got so deep inside Roux. My dick slid in and out of him so beautifully. The chamber became almost electrically charged. It was sensational. I stared at Snow and started to pound the boy ruthlessly. Snow undid his tie - eyes now shimmering with red hot lust. Then he removed his belt and pants, pulling out his giant penis while I just kept on banging the boy - deep into his belly.

Then I pushed Roux onto his back and got Snow holding his legs while I squatted between them and really pounded his ass. I pushed the apprentice’s mouth onto Master Snow’s dick and told him to suck. Then it was back onto the boy’s front because I knew I was twitching and needed to shoot… and shoot hard.

And it came to pass; I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out and exploded everywhere. Huge jets of cum flew all over Roux’s back and ass cheeks. Probably more than I’ve ever shot before. And then I pushed it back into him. I needed him to have my seed. I needed to breed. And even before I pulled out and left the chamber, I knew I needed to have him again.