I love slipping into a three-piece suit. I love the way the fabric clings tightly to my well-chiseled body and the way that the vest enhances the shape of my torso. I enjoy how the “v” at the bottom of my immaculately-tied tie points straight down to my crotch. I associate formal clothing with sex. It’s an almost pavlovian response. As I pull the pants up, I invariably feel my dick stiffening. I see the specks of semen here and there from where the previous boy’s precum has leaked out of his dick and soaked into my clothing. It’s been awhile since I had the suit dry-cleaned, it’s starting to smell of sex. It’s an intoxicating, addictive smell which makes me throb.

I had, as usual, already been hard for a while by the time I beckoned the boy into the darkened chamber. Everything was in order. The candles were flickering. I was masked-up, wearing the expensive scent that Master Snow had gifted me.

The boy looked great. He’d worked hard on his appearance; his hair was neat, he was dressed impeccably in a shirt and tie. He seemed confident, he stood tall and proud, eyes glinting with lustful desire, twinged with just a hint of fear. Fear is a healthy emotion. If he’s learned nothing else since his arrival, it’s that he should always expect the unexpected.

As I ran my hands seductively over his body his breathing became shallow. His torso felt firm through the fabric of his shirt. His physique has altered considerably since coming here. My fingers drifted up towards the knot of his tie, which I undid slowly. He licked his lips in anticipation. I removed my mask and stared into his eyes. The level of intimacy between us increased with every passing second.

A master can let his guard down in the latter-stages of a boy’s training. The pendulum is expected to swing back towards an equal footing. Of course the apprentice must learn absolute submission, but eventually, it is hoped that he will become a master himself. For this to happen, he’ll need to be awakened to the power that he holds.

Our heads touched. I brought my lips tantalizingly close to his. My hand ran down, down, down towards his bulging cock, which bounced within the soft fabric of his pants. There was no rush. I had all the time in the world.

I undid his shirt—button by button—savoring every moment as I slowly exposed his holy garments which clung seductively to the delicate flesh of his chest. Our lips finally touched. A bolt of pure electricity passed between us. I wrapped my hands around his body and we kissed lingeringly. We stood for some time, staring into each other’s eyes, breathing each other’s breath. I held him tightly, squeezing his torso, pressing myself possessively into him from behind. He was my charge.

I undid his belt and allowed it to fall to the floor before standing behind him and nuzzling his ear, pulling his head back and kissing his neck with great passion like a vampire drinking blood from the man he’s in the process of siring. Apprentice Roux gasped and groaned. I undid his pants and pushed my hand between his firm legs, grasping his dick through the warm fabric of his pre-cum-soaked underpants and jerking him off, waves of pure ecstasy suddenly surging through my body.

I pushed him against the large, ceremonial bench in the middle of the room. I removed my suit jacket, exposing my vest, the chain of my fob-watch glinting in the candlelight. He looked around at me. I smiled, then knelt, slowly pushing down his underpants to reveal the true glory of his peach-like butt. Within seconds my tongue was inside it; my beard rubbing against his ass cheeks as I made his hole quiver and dance. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. The boy turned around and I fed my big hard cock into his warm, inviting mouth. He sucked as I inched it deeper and deeper into his throat. It wasn’t enough. I needed to fuck…