Apprentice Tides was new; red-haired, neatly-turned out, handsome-faced. He made a great effort to maintain eye-contact with me, which spoke well of his upbringing. I undid my jacket as I sat on a chair which I pulled up close so that our legs were almost touching. Right from the get go, right from his very first interview, an apprentice needs to be very firmly on his back foot, experiencing bewilderment, discomfort, and, at times, panic.

I began my spiel; “I’m going to ask you a series of questions and you have to answer them honestly.” I try to speak clearly. I don’t hear it, but am told I have a strong German accent which some of the apprentices initially find difficult to understand. It is, of course, vital that they hear, and process, every word that I say. Their hearts will be racing as they struggle to take in what is happening, so the very least I can do is annunciate clearly! I tell them that, even if it’s uncomfortable, I require them to speak the truth.

I always move my chair forward at that point so that our legs are intertwined. I often place my large hand on their knee. It’s imperative that they learn as swiftly as possible that their training will focus on intimacy and that this particular barrier will need to be broken down as speedily as possible. I asked Apprentice Tides if he enjoyed the company of other men and he somewhat blithely said that he did, informing me immediately that he wasn’t understanding the nuance in my question. I moved my chair even closer and began to massage his thigh so he could be in no doubt.

I swiftly followed up by asking him if he ever touched himself without permission. I observed the penny dropping with great delight, the flicker of fear suddenly forming in his eye. He informed me that he used to but that he didn’t any more. It was an answer I believed. We encourage the boys who join us to remain chaste, but, when we first interview them, it becomes clear that few, if any, have been unable to refrain from masturbation. Apprentice Tides was unusual in this respect and therefore of greater interest to me. I asked if he’d looked at pornography, and then, moving the palm of my hand slowly towards his groin, asked if he’d looked at pornography involving only men. I believed him wholeheartedly when he answered in the negative, his mouth now dry with nerves. My task, of course, is to lean into these nerves - exacerbating them.

My hand was now running up and down his thigh, periodically drifting over his bulge, which I could feel stiffening, much to his horror. I asked if he’d had fantasies about men… older men… and then began to squeeze his penis which was now fully erect. I asked if he was sexually attracted to men. He said he didn’t know. It is, of course, very possible that these are things he has not considered before. A good Christian boy will have been conditioned to avoid any sexual thoughts about men. The panic in his eyes, however, told me that a rush of these thoughts had suddenly - and very powerfully - entered his mind and that, going forward, my task was simply, once again, to lean into them.

He was immediately instructed to stand up and take his clothes off. A look of horror instantly crossed his face. I was impressed, however, to note that he stood up and immediately began to undress, barely flinching as he removed his jacket. His penis was swollen in his suit trousers and I realized I was becoming aroused by his statuesque form. He undid his tie, dutifully and carefully, before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. It became clear that young Tides’ body has the potential to provide very great pleasure. I felt a rush of excitement and desire which took me by surprise.

He did not need to be told to remove his pants. His hands moved towards his belt, but I stopped them and took over. It is a remarkable privilege to undo the belt and unzip the pants of a virgin, knowing that this is merely the first of an endless line of new experiences which will typify his apprenticeship. I took my time; I wanted him to savor the moment. Hell, I wanted to savor it too! I dragged the belt slowly out of the loop holes, looking up at his face which was contorted with guilt and humiliation. The very large bulge in his pants, however, showed no sign of abating. I ran the tip of the belt over it and he gasped loudly.

Undoing his pants was thrilling. I unzipped the zipper remarkably slowly, building the tension, relishing in the fact that he was now shivering, his arms covered in goose bumps. The zipper made a satisfyingly hollow sound as its teeth parted company and the freshly laundered smell of his see-through garment filled my nostrils. I leaned back and instructed him to remove the pants himself and he speedily obliged.

Watching him, standing there in his underwear, I was able to get my first proper sense of the boy. His body was lithe. There was not an ounce of fat on it. His penis was large. His skin was smooth. His thighs and upper arms were shapely. This was a young man who worked out regularly and took pride in his body.

I instructed him to sit, and moved behind his chair, pulling his arms back. His pulse quickened and his breathing became shallow and nervous again, an emotion which intensified as he felt me tying rope around his wrists to secure his hands behind the chair. I stood slightly to his side, casually pressing the bulge in my suit pants against his shoulder as I began to run my hands underneath his undershirt and over his stunningly-well-defined upper torso. I touched his hard penis and asked if he liked it. He said he didn’t know, but within seconds he was muttering and murmuring incoherently.

I sat back down and pushed his legs wide apart, thrusting my hand under his balls and briefly pressing a finger against his hole before continuing to run my hands sensually across his body, pushing his undershirt up so that I could access his nipples. I touched every part of his body, making a mental note of his erogenous zones. I pushed a finger into his mouth and he took it without struggling, sucking it without being instructed to do so. The boy has good instincts.

I ran the tip of my finger over the tip of his dick. The pre-cum was oozing out and glistening on the fabric of his underpants. He was aroused beyond words, his head plainly spinning in a never-before-experienced world of ecstasy. I ran my mouth over the bulge - it smelled fresh and clean - before slowly releasing his penis from the cruel confinement of his underpants, pulling it, and the balls out of the opening, creating a makeshift cock ring from the fabric.

I began to suck and jerk his penis, twisting his nipples until all he seemed to be able to do was yell with pleasure. His penis was so erect that it became challenging to remove his underpants but I needed him fully naked. I toyed with him while he panted, pulling him forward on his seat to expose his immaculately tight hole. I squatted between his legs and ran my tongue over it, allowing my beard to tickle him before returning my attention to his dick, which I deep-throated.

I soon had my jacket off, and undid my solid gold cufflinks to roll up the sleeves of my shirt, placing them in my pocket. Using oils to lubricate his ass, I pushed my fingers, in turn, slowly into him before using a small lucite dildo on him. I don’t think he had any idea what had hit him. I don’t think it had even occurred to him that his body could generate so much unadulterated pleasure. I did consider driving my raw dick deep into him and relieving him of his virginity there and then… but I chose to control these somewhat base and unbecoming instincts. I knew he was mine and that was enough.

I pushed the dildo deep into his ass and jerked him repeatedly. I knew it was coming. I knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. And just like that, he exploded. Jets of the stuff flew out of him, thick and creamy, rolling down my knuckles and onto his belly. I made him taste it and pushed some of it into his hole before anointing his forehead with it. My initial verdict: Young Tides will make a very fine apprentice indeed.