He didn’t know anything about it and was discouraged from even asking questions. It was always, “You’ll know when you get older” or “You’ll see one day.” Years passed with him in the dark until the day came his dad told him he was ready.

Austin didn’t know how he was ready. He wasn’t prepared or trained or given any kind of warning. He still felt like the young boy staying up late to watch his dad’s car pull up in the driveway, hoping to get some sign of what he did with his secret nights. He still slept in the same small bed, his body barely changed, and still inexperienced in anything that would classify him as an adult. Nevertheless, he did not want to disappoint.

Austin put on his best church attire. Jacket, shirt, tie, even his shiny shoes. His old man dropped him off at a strange building and told him he’d wait for him. Austin felt better knowing his dad was waiting for him in the car, but deep down he wished he could go in with him. After all, he was a member of whatever this club was. He thought he’d feel better if he was just in the room with him, watching him, looking after him. But he told him that he wasn’t going to always be around to shield him from things. That it was part of growing up that he had to face new things on his own.

As he made his way into what felt like a giant temple, Austin met a tall, gruff-looking man who introduced himself as Master Kamp. He was dressed all in white, including his shoes and tie, standing about half a foot taller than Austin. He had a deep, European accent and a well-trimmed beard that made him look like a true specimen of masculinity. Austin’s smooth milky face, in contrast, had yet to sprout a single hair.

The older man brought him into a private room where he sat the boy down and began asking him a series of questions. Austin hoped that, being the son of a member, Master Kamp would go easy on him, giving him some assurance of safety. But as the questions became more personal, Austin wasn’t sure if it was OK for him to be by himself.

Master Kamp probed him about his attractions, whether or not he was interested in boys or girls, or even older men. Austin shook his head no, not sure what this had to do with anything. Kamp asked him more about his thoughts and fantasies, wondering if he watched pornography or masturbated. Austin was very much immature and had yet to even figure out what to do with his erections, let alone seek out opportunities to enjoy their use.

Kamp was surprised. Even with Austin’s boyish demeanor and size, he would have assumed the young man had pleasured himself before. Kamp asked Austin if he would be willing to submit to a simple test, something to help him with his introduction to the brotherhood. Austin agreed, hoping he could move past the probing questions and get along with his initiation. After all, his dad was still sitting in the car… he did not want to disappoint.

Master Kamp told him to remove his clothes, something that made Austin blush. He’d only ever stripped down in front of his doctor, and that felt very different than this. Master Kamp assured him that it was OK in a very paternal tone of approval. Austin wanted to make him and his dad happy, so he stripped down to his underwear, leaving just a thin layer of clothing between him and the older stranger.

Nervously, he followed Master Kamp’s instructions, sitting back in his chair and putting his arms behind him. Austin could feel a soft rope being tied around his wrists, keeping him in place. Once Kamp finished tying the knot, Austin felt frozen with fear. He didn’t know at all what was coming, but trusted that nothing would happen to him that hadn’t happened to his father. And yet, something about this seemed wrong…

Master Kamp began running his hands over Austin’s body, feeling his smooth skin beneath his shirt and playing with his nipples. Austin felt his heart jump. No one had touched him like that before. Master Kamp could see every microexpression on his face like it was on a billboard. Every twist, tease, and touch made Austin react in the most amazing way possible, making the older man all the more curious to test him.

Sitting down close to him, Kamp began to run his hands over his thighs. They were as soft as silk with the most delicate little hairs. More peach fuzz than actual follicles. Austin gasped, his breath choppy and nervous, all the while feeling his cock begin to grow.

Austin watched as his member perked up in his shorts, aroused by the older man’s exploration of his untouched flesh. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. His chest became hot, his loins tingled, and his lips felt swollen and heavy. His mouth watered with each deep breath.

Master Kamp watched in delight as Austin’s face contorted and responded. It was very rare to have such a pure boy in his midst. Undiscovered, untested, and unaware of his own desire. When he pulled the boy’s cock out of his underwear, he could see a look of worry in the boy’s face. No one had ever seen him naked before, let alone hard. But there, in Kamp’s hands, was Austin throbbing, rock hard erection. The first man to ever lay eyes on it in Austin’s life. What a gift.

Kamp gave it a little slap, watching Austin recoil in pain as he experienced the whipping sensation. He gave it another, harder this time, and Austin let out a moan from deep in his gut. Not wanting to be completely sadistic, he gave the throbbing cock a gentle tug, stroking it and letting it feel the pleasure that followed. Austin’s breath was shallow, cut off by brief holds and inhales as he tried to navigate the feelings between his legs. He didn’t know what was worse: having the man play with his cock, or thinking that he might stop.

Master Kamp knew this boy was ripe for pleasure. He needed to feel what it was like to be a man. Not just to grow up and be brave, but to know the feeling of release.

He took a finger to his hole, gently pushing it against it was the tight sphincter pushed back against him. Austin was nervous, sweat beginning to drip down his temples, scared at what the older man was doing to his body. The clothed man pushed in, breaking through the boy’s resistance, feeling the warm, soft insides of his rectum. Austin’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Feeling the foreign fingers move inside him was unlike anything he’d ever known. He didn’t have the words to describe it. All he could do was moan in a mix of pleasure and pain.

It was then that Master Kamp took his other hand and began to work his cock. The boy’s prostate took a deep invading pounding from within as Kamp stroked, pushing him to the threshold of what he could take. Austin felt the pressure building up inside him, but he didn’t know what it meant. He thought he might burst, popping like a bubble. But it was new and terrifying. It felt good, but he felt deep down that it was wrong.

Suddenly, he felt something happen inside him. Something that he couldn’t control. It was like a dam breaking inside him and a powerful reservoir busting free. In an instant, he felt his rectum tighten around the man’s finger, gripping it like a vice as a shot of white liquid spewed from the tip of his cock. It came out in waves, one after the other, covering the man’s hand and dripping down onto his body. Austin let out a cry of sheer delight, unable to fathom what was going on inside him.

And almost as soon as the moment came, it passed. Austin felt his body tremble, shaking with the man’s finger still inside him. As good as it felt, he remembered where he was. Naked, tied to a chair, alone with a strange, older man… all while his dad sat waiting in the car.

Guilt struck him. He immediately began to apologize. He watched in surprise as the older man licked the fluid off of his fingers, tasting and savoring it. Instead of getting upset, the man seemed pleased. He leaned in and gave Austin a kiss. Austin kissed back, unsure of what else to do, tasting the strange, salty taste of his own cum on the man’s tongue.

Master Kamp leaned back, telling him that he did exactly what he was supposed to do. It was a relief. Austin played it all back, not sure how much of it was planned or not. But he felt good. He did it. He sat in the chair and endured his introduction all on his own. Like a man. And he did not disappoint.