On my orders, Apprentice Devall received an anonymous note which simply informed him to wait, at exactly 11pm, at a particular crossroads in the woods. The message also informed him that he should be prepared to do exactly as told. Any failure would lead to the instant annulment of his Apprenticeship.

I saw him receiving the note during formal hall, and watched, with great pleasure, as the color drained from his face. He showed signs of agitation throughout the rest of the evening, looking around suspiciously, one assumes, in an attempt to work out who’d sent the note, while repeatedly glancing up at the clock on the wall.

At 10:45pm, he slipped out of the common room and headed into the woods. One of the chamber servants had been instructed to pursue him and make himself visible only when Devall arrived at the rendezvous point. I’m told the Apprentice accepted his fate with a great deal of courage, kneeling down stoically as he was blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back. I was also informed that, although he behaved with the utmost dignity throughout his kidnap, his teeth were chattering with nerves as he was led back towards the complex, completely unaware of what was in store.

I had robed up in anticipation, opting for the lesser-used black, hooded ceremonial cloak coupled with the tightest, most-stylish suit in my wardrobe. I spent some time staring in a mirror, fussing over my tie, peering at my reflection while marveling at the level of authority and privilege my new position had bestowed on me.

The boy was eventually led, still blindfolded, into the room. I guided him towards me, encouraging him to kneel between my legs, wondering at which stage he’d realize it was me. Perhaps he’d recognise my scent, or the feel of my hands on his throat. In the end, I saw the glimmer of recognition only when I spoke for the first time.

I reminded him that obedience was valued above all else within The Order and untied him only when he accepted this fact with solemnity. I removed his blindfold and he stared into my face. He seemed conflicted. He was plainly immensely turned on, but equally worried that this particular response was an unacceptable one. It is true that an Apprentice exists solely to pleasure his Masters, but the most intense experiences only occur when the boy is, himself, in a state of heightened pleasure.

Apprentice Devall shuddered with nervous anticipation as I gently ran my hands over his torso and slowly unbuttoned his denim jacket, pushing it from his shoulders to expose the clean, white garments which clung to his body. I removed my cloak carefully before groping his peachy ass through the soft fabric of his pants. The gesture caused him to gasp. I removed my suit jacket and rolled up my shirt sleeves and he melted into my arms, groaning and muttering in a state of pure ecstasy while I eased my hands across his back and down towards his butt, pushing his garment aside before kissing him with restrained passion.

He was soon on his back on the bed and I found myself hovering over him, seductively removing my shirt and tie as his chest heaved with lust. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my suit pants, letting them fall to the floor with a thud. The boy’s wide eyes fixed on my crotch. My dick was tenting like a dangerous weapon: ripe and oh-so-ready for action. Apprentice Devall knew what was coming his way.

I pulled the boy to the end of the bed and removed my dick from the constraints of my garments, pushing his legs back and using sacred oils to lubricate his hole. My dick slid satisfyingly into his ass in the same way that a hand slides into a tight-yet-well-made leather glove. I kept it shallow to begin with, regularly pulling myself out, nursing his beautiful ass beyond a state of shock and towards the magical moment when it began to open up. At that stage I was able to push myself into him with deeper strokes. He had forgotten how long my penis is. His eyes flickered to the back of his head, his forehead and chest began to glisten with sweat and he started to make what can only be described as animalistic noises.

I rocked him onto his front, pushed his legs together and penetrated him with the full force of my giant dick. His ass is world class. The experience of fucking him is remarkably pleasurable and every time he looked back at me with his beautiful eyes, I just felt the need to go harder and harder.

I rolled him onto his back again and started literally pounding him, marveling at how turned on I was by the look of pure disbelief on his face. I picked up the pace and went faster and faster, rearranging his insides mercilessly as he jerked himself frantically. I rapidly passed the point of no return and pulled my dick out just as he exploded ribbons of spunk onto his quivering stomach. I instantly felt the semen rising and just as it began to blast up the shaft of my dick, I thrust myself back into his ass again—cumming heavily inside him, branding him with my thick juices.