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Description: If it were possible to be a perfect apprentice, Dex would be one. He has been outstanding in every way. I’ve regretted not being part of his training before now. I’ve had my own duties, and apprentices to attend to, but I’ve heard much about him since he has been here. With his promotion to the next level, I hope I will be a bigger part of his training. Master Kamp and I were assigned to preside over his Bonds of Brotherhood ritual. To be honest, we flipped a coin to see who would breed him this time. I was very pleased to be the winner. The boys think absolutely everything we do is guided by deep significance and ritual. It’s true that all the important things are, but sometimes the mundane world creates its own necessities. One of those being two horny men faced with the prospect of fucking a cute boy and needing to choose between themselves. We say that the ritual sex is not about pleasure, it is about order. It is. Nothing establishes the roles of superior and subordinate more strongly than giving up the most intimate parts of your body to another. It is about having the humility to submit and the self mastery to control one’s own emotions in the face of duty, but also the self awareness and honesty to admit to oneself that there is pleasure where, perhaps, you didn’t expect there to be any. We are masters, but we are men and, being men, our cocks enjoy the embrace of a tight hole as much as any other man does. It’s just a fact that a man cannot get an erection, much less breed, if he doesn’t anticipate pleasure in doing so. My anticipation at the prospect of breeding Apprentice Devall was a hot coal in my groin burning so strong that I had trouble sleeping the night before; tossing and turning, my cock leaking, but knowing that I needed to save my seed for the ritual. At least, in not sleeping, I did not empty my balls in a wet dream. Finally, morning came, the necessary duties were done, and the appointed time for the ritual arrived. Master Kamp and I went to the ritual chamber to await Apprentice Devall. Some people find his German reserve to be off-putting, but Felix and I have become good friends. Under his gruff exterior, he is an open-hearted man and a loyal friend. We joked a bit about my excitement and his envy of my privilege. We had to quickly set aside our banter and assume a serious demeanor as the apprentice knocked on the door at the exact minute of the appointed time. He came in and Felix introduced the ritual. I commanded him to remove his clothes, and he did, handing each item to me to fold and set aside. He is a beautiful young man with a handsome face and a slim fit body that he revealed one garment at a time. When he was fully nude, his young cock was hard with expectation and yet, his eyes betrayed a suspenseful vulnerability. Exactly what we like to see in an apprentice facing their next trial. This time, though, it was a celebration, not a test. Apprentice Devall does not shave his body, as seems to be the fashion with many young men these days. I actually prefer that. However, keeping one’s manhood shaved is a tradition among the Order. It is a ritual act of respect to one’s center of life giving masculine power. Apprentice Devall was laid out on the ritual table and Master Kamp carefully shaved him. When he was clean and smooth and the shaving cream had been carefully wiped away, I went down on him, taking his hard cock into my mouth. The faint scent of the soap clung to his pubic hair. Sadly, he is one of those men who does not produce much precum, but I still thought I could taste his sweet musky essence on his tip. Sucking his cock was not what the ritual prescribed, though, never mind what I wanted to do. I pushed his legs back to reveal his firm round ass and the hole that I had heard about, eagerly worshiping it with my tongue, spurred on by his whimpering purrs of pleasure. Soon it was my turn. I raised up, took aim and sank my cock deep into the tight warmth of his body. His sheath wrapped tightly around my rod, caressing it, with trembling pulsation. I didn’t care if this was something the boy had learned to do in order to pleasure the men that took him, or simply his body’s natural reaction to my invasion. It was absolute heaven. Felix and I kissed as I fucked the boy, my friend sharing in the pleasure of my taking him. If I could have fucked that boy for days it wouldn’t have been enough, but soon the demands of the ritual, and my own body, had to be fulfilled. I thrust into him as deep as my cock would go and released my seed; blessing him and feeding him with my manhood. As I slipped out, Felix and I looked down with satisfaction at Apprentice Devall’s hole, slightly gaping and coated in my seed. Felix is a dear friend, but I deeply hope I win the next coin toss, as well.

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