But then, my own mind started playing tricks. If I presented as some sort of neurotic snowflake, I’d instantly put them off and I’d be back on that train to nowhere before I could pack my bags. And, of course, the more I tried to fight the nerves, the more nervous I became.

I walked into the chamber and was almost blinded. Sunlight was streaming in through the whitest of white, floor-to-ceiling curtains which covered every wall. And sitting in the middle of the space, on a fancy silver chair, was a man I assumed was Master Drayke. He was dressed entirely in white, in a beautifully fitted suit, which seemed to cling to his body, complimenting every one of his features. He was dark-skinned and dark-eyed. His forehead was etched with lines, which gave him a quality of sternness I have seldom found myself so instantly drawn to. There was something about him which excited me deeply.

He asked me troubling questions about my sex life. I was shocked. I felt incredibly uncomfortable. Essentially, he wanted to know if I was attracted to men and I couldn’t tell him the truth, because I don’t really know what the truth is. In all honesty, I’ve not slept with anyone, male or female. But, you know, I have had thoughts.

So I lied and told Master Drayke that I’d never so much as thought about having sex with another man which was ironic because the more he probed, the more I realized I was thinking about having it with him.

Then I ended up in a whole heap of trouble when he asked me if I’d be willing to prove what I was saying. Of course, I dutifully told him I was happy to, and he instantly instructed me to take my shirt off. I sprung to my feet, removing my shirt and tie while trying to figure out where all this weirdness was heading. Was this the start of some terrible, humiliating punishment? I tried to style it out by looking at him with as much coolness as I could muster, but he just stared back with an intensity which actually took my breath away.

Then I realized that I was enjoying the way he was looking at me. He seemed to be appreciating me. I had never sensed that from another man before and it was a powerful feeling. Master Drayke was probably the most self-assured man I’d ever met, yet he appeared to be fascinated by me. And I liked it. A lot…

He told me to remove my pants and I did as asked, slowly and carefully taking them off, belt first. At that moment, he stood up and removed his jacket. I didn’t really know whether I was permitted to watch him doing so, but couldn’t take my eyes away. His shirt was tight. His smell was exciting. Before I could get to grips with the situation, he had pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together with a piece of rope which seemed to appear from nowhere. I remained compliant throughout. I had so many questions and I was desperate to speak, but I remained silent. Perhaps I shouldn't have been aroused by the experience of having my hands tied, but I liked the feeling. I liked the feeling of powerlessness.

He sat next to me and gently ran his hand over my knee and I felt the blood rushing to my face and then to my dick. The sensation was mind-blowing and I knew I was trembling but instinctively figured that my task was to embrace what was happening. He soon had his hand pressed against my crotch and before long he was full-on massaging me down there and I was hard as iron. I don’t know if I am attracted to men in general, but I sure am attracted to this one.

My dick was soon out and he was plainly taking great delight in jerking it off. Of course, it’s something I have done to myself, but it’s also something I’ve always managed to control. It feels good, but when it gets too intense, I stop. That sort of thing is reserved for a special person, right?

My entire body started to tingle. He rolled up his sleeves and dripped oil onto my dick before starting to rub it again. I have never felt such intense pleasure. With every stroke, I lost more and more control. He got up and stood behind me, raising my garment shirt and running his oily hands over my chest and belly. He asked if I liked what he was doing. I said I wasn’t sure. They were the only words that would come out of my mouth. The truth is that I liked it a lot. In fact, I couldn’t get enough of it and needed it to continue.

He started to toy with my dick again, towering over me from behind. I have never been so hard. I was throbbing. He looked me in the eye and smiled. That tiny moment of connection tipped me entirely over the edge. He told me that I was going to cum for him and I instinctively knew he was right.

Then he stopped, moved around to the back of the chair and untied my hands. They felt all tingly. He pulled my leg onto his and told me to show him how I touched myself. I did as asked. My dick felt different in my hand. Harder. Ready to roll. I told him I thought I was going to cum and then, just like that, he stood up. Everything just stopped dead. He told me he had more in store for me, threw a towel at me and walked out of the room. And that was it. I put my dick away and took myself back to my room feeling strangely unsettled.

I didn’t touch myself for the next week. I didn’t dare. I thought if I did I’d be unleashing something I couldn’t control. After a few days, I found out that I’d been accepted onto the Apprenticeship and I felt so immensely proud. I found myself walking taller as I made my way around the complex, holding my head high. I practiced knotting ties, and made sure my shirts were always well-pressed, waiting impatiently for the next stage of the journey.

That next stage came after another week of agonizing silence. I received a note through my door announcing that my Calling ceremony would be overseen by Master Napoli and that I was to report to his office at 4pm that day. Again, I was engulfed by terror and no matter how carefully I tried to tie my tie, it felt like it was choking me, so I had to enter his office with the top button undone, which felt wrong and embarrassing…

Master Napoli was yet another intensely handsome older man to whom I instantly found myself drawn. He seemed a little more authoritative than Master Drayke and he frightened me a little. He asked if I still submitted that I was not attracted to men. The previous encounter had confused me deeply and I simply didn’t know if there was a right or a wrong answer. I told him I wasn’t attracted to men, knowing for a fact that I was lying because my dick was already hard.

He made me drink water out of a vessel, then told me I needed to do everything he told me to do without questioning it, and of course, I immediately agreed. Then he began to touch me. He touched me everywhere. He ran his fingers down my tie, then across my stomach and chest, then down my back, real slow, to my butt and crotch. Then he started to undress me, and once again, I found myself trembling uncontrollably.

My only option was to yield. He was in complete control. He stood behind me. I could smell his scent. It smelled like incense and leather and tobacco. It made me light-headed. I didn’t dare look back at him. Master Napoli was too handsome. I knew I would blush or burble words I’d later regret. He twisted my nipples with his fingers and my dick instantly started to bounce. He unbuckled my belt, pushing my pants down as his fingers crept inside my garments.

He pulled me right up to him so that our faces were almost touching. I could feel the heat of his sweetly-scented breath. I longed to kiss him, but knew it was not my right to initiate such a move. I felt wave after wave of pure desire.

I was then instructed to kneel on the desk, which I did without question. He positioned himself behind me. I could hear the rustle of him removing his suit jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves, then I felt his hands caressing me again as he slowly pulled my garments down, exposing my butt, which he began to very gently kiss. It felt so wrong to have a man’s mouth down there, but wrong in an amazing way. I heard the clink of his belt being undone and the thud of it dropping to the floor and then the sound of him unbuttoning his shirt. I sailed off into a trance. Everything he did to me made me shiver in a good way.

I glanced back and saw that he was entirely naked and holding his dick in his hand. It was scarily large and I wasn’t sure what he was gonna do with it. At that moment, he pulled me off the desk and told me to lean over.

I genuinely had no clue what was coming. All I knew was that I was tingling all over. And then, just like that, I felt a sharp pain as he pushed his penis into me. He pushed it all the way inside me and then started grinding it in and out. It was horrible to begin with, just for a few seconds, but then, the pain subsided a little and it began to feel curiously pleasurable. He was fucking me. My mind went into overdrive. I just kept thinking “this is how it feels to be fucked.”

I grabbed hold of the end of the desk and tried to regulate my breathing. It was all I could do to stop myself from screaming. It was so intense. He kept varying the pace. Slow and deep, then really fast just as I’d gotten used to it the other way.

He pulled out and dragged me to my feet and pushed me onto the desk on my back so that I could look up at his face and see the pure pleasure smeared across it as he slammed himself inside me. He was groaning very happily. He liked the way that it felt and I loved that I was giving him pleasure. It felt important. It felt like my duty. I wanted him to continue. Sure it was uncomfortable, but it was also incredible.

Then he pushed me into the first position again and really started to go hard and fast. I couldn’t even catch my breath. It felt like a drill inside me. Master Napoli put his leg up on the table and got even deeper. I felt beads of his sweat showering onto my back as he went harder and faster, groaning and grunting louder and louder. Then suddenly he pulled out and I felt warm, creamy liquid on my ass cheek and realized he had cum. I had brought him to that level of pleasure and I felt proud.