As I cycled through a series of what should be fairly disarming personal questions, I could tell that Apprentice Tate was merely pretending to be uncomfortable. This forced me to instantly cut to the chase, demanding that he remove his clothes. He feigned surprise, but the moment he stood up and suggestively tinkered with his belt, I realized that he was attempting to play me. At that moment my strategy became clear. This boy knew that he was powerfully attractive. His arrogance stemmed from the fact that he rarely encountered men who didn’t want him. What the young Apprentice had not yet experienced in his life, though, was desire for someone else…

I instantly feigned profound disinterest in him, but removed my jacket so that he could get a sense of the shape of my body underneath my well-tailored shirt.

He dropped his pants and revealed a pair of surprisingly muscular legs. All members of The Order, Masters included, are expected to wear special undergarments. They are designed to hug the body like a second layer of skin and are semi-see-through so that sex is never far from our minds. Through the gossamer fabric of his boxer trunks, I could see an impressive tattoo on his thigh, another sure indication that this boy wasn’t a run-of-the-mill apprentice. He’s plainly a wild child with something of a past which, at some stage, will need to be investigated. It will almost certainly prove to be an important tool in his taming…

He flashed me a loaded look which revealed growing interest in me, and in my body. When I returned the glance with one of indifference, I knew the power was now in my hands and, furthermore, that this young man was going to make a very fine Apprentice.

I informed him that I was going to restrain him, and rolled up my shirt sleeves to reinforce the sense of unease he was plainly experiencing. I sat him down on the chair and secured his hands firmly behind his back before sitting next to him and pulling my chair up close to intimidate him. I continued with my line of questioning, aloofly asking him increasingly intimate questions until I could sense that his penis was beginning to grow.

The swelling increased considerably when I placed a hand on the inside of his thigh and began to caress him. For the longest time, he continued to insist that he wasn’t turned on by men, but as his penis began to twitch and dance underneath the sheer fabric, he realized the pretense was over. At that moment, I saw genuine vulnerability in his eyes.

I ran my hand up and down his chest, brushing his nipples seductively with the back of my finger until he was gasping. The boy may have comfortably endured being used sexually, but he’d plainly never experienced sensuality with another man, and I could tell that it was blowing his mind. His large dick was now fully erect, begging to be released from the cage of his underpants. I teased him mercilessly, instructing him repeatedly to admit that he was aroused by my touch. He eventually sighed deeply and acknowledged his arousal. Finally, the barriers were broken. He asked if what he was feeling was wrong. I refused to answer.

I pulled his dick out of the fly of his garments and took a few moments to marvel at its size. I complimented him on his body—if only I could have climbed into his head and experienced the rush of conflicting thoughts which were plainly bouncing about in his brain!

It felt like a good time to engage my mouth—first by gently licking his nipples and then by tenderly kissing his stomach. I looked into his eyes and saw red-hot lust and a deep desire to kiss me. I denied him, for now.

Instead, I sucked his dick. This was a new experience for him, clearly. I knew he’d been fucked by the Masters in the frenzy of carnal mayhem which had taken place during his anointment, but it seemed the boy had never been pleasured orally, at least not by someone who knew what they were doing! He instantly started moaning and gasping uncontrollably.

I pulled his garment bottoms down and pushed his shirt up so that he was as good as naked, his heaving, milky-white chest exposed to the air. I pulled one of his ankles onto my thigh, so that he was spreading his legs obscenely. I licked my finger and pushed it into his beautiful hole, pleasuring every inch of his now-vulnerable body, watching every last drop of arrogance flowing from him.

I started to suck him off again with some degree of vigor, my finger now lodged deep inside his hole. Fucking him would have been a big mistake; he needed to want me with every fiber of his body before he was granted that particular honor.

I did use a dildo on him, though, just to give him the sensation of what he could eventually expect if he played his cards right. The intensity of what I did to him pushed him right over the edge. I encouraged him to take his dick and jerk himself off.

He lasted a few minutes maximum. He exploded; ribbons of thick semen flew from the head of his dick and rolled down his thigh. I licked the tip of his penis before taking the whole thing into my mouth to clean it up, leaving him shuddering uncontrollably, desperate for more. And more he would get because the young Apprentice is undeniably special. At that moment I kissed him for the first time. It was meant to be a reward for him. But, I enjoyed it, too...