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Description: As I stood in front of the mirror making sure my tie-knot was just so, I realized that my stomach was fluttering, filled to the brim with butterflies of excitement. Today was my ordination. My apprenticeship was about to end and I was on the cusp of starting a new chapter in my life. At times, my training has been brutal beyond words. The very fact that I’m still here and still standing, however, is something which makes me incredibly proud. I have been pushed to the very limits both physically and mentally, but every challenge has made me stronger, and, as I become a man, I do so knowing exactly what a man should be. Master Scott had been selected to oversee the ceremony. To be honest, I’d always been a little wary of him. He was, after all, the man who disciplined me about a year ago, which was, without doubt, one of my most challenging encounters since arriving here. There was a glee with which he seemed to mete out my punishment and a subsequent aloofness which I found a little hard to deal with, particularly as, at the time, I had no idea what I’d even done wrong. In retrospect, I realize that the episode was very much a test of my strength and resolve, one which enabled me to finally understand that obedience, discipline and blind submission were the skills I needed, not just to pay lip service to, but to fully master. So, though it was hard to walk into the room and see Master Scott sitting there, immaculately turned out in his beautiful white suit, his presence at this crucial, solemn and sacred moment was probably something I should have found very encouraging indeed. It was vindication; an acknowledgement that I’d turned my life around. He immediately instructed me to remove my tie and I instantly did as told. The room was silent. I could hear my heart thumping in my ears, and the scratch and rustle of the tie loosening was suddenly almost deafening. I took my time undressing, shooting little suggestive glances at him as I undid my shirt. I felt a rush of pride and great pleasure when he reached out and began to squeeze my knee. As I pulled my shirt apart, he began to rub the palm of his hand over my chest. I stared into his ice-blue eyes, suddenly entranced, almost hypnotized, my penis rock hard in my pants and desperate to escape. His face registered respect. He’d shown me nothing of the sort before. This new dynamic was electrifying. I found my face being drawn towards his by some invisible force. We are not permitted to instigate a sexual act and any attempt to do so would be met with rebuttal and punishment, and yet I somehow knew, in that moment, that today would be different. I knew that if I made an overture, he would respond positively. And sure enough, as my lips drifted towards him, his face softened, and he leaned in… It was mind-blowing. Utterly mind-blowing. The act of kissing shouldn’t have seemed so intimate, so loaded, so extraordinarily profound, but I knew that I was kissing Master Scott as an equal, that we were making out for pleasure and not as part of a ritual or a ceremony. His lips were so soft. His beautiful, steel-grey mustache tickled my nose and bristled against my upper lip in a way which made me shudder with delight. My body immediately began to vibrate with desire for him. He helped me out of my shirt and we continued to kiss with such tenderness that I could barely catch my breath. I felt his hand between my legs, massaging the bulge in my suit pants, and realized that jets of pre-cum were soaking into the dark fabric. He began to undo my belt - respectfully, gently and unhurriedly. I genuinely felt as though he were seducing me, waiting for my silent permission to move on from every stage. I dared to move my hand to his groin, hearing myself letting out an awe-filled gasp as I felt the warm, throbbing, giant bulge down there. Everything about this encounter was different; sensual, loving and yet filled with passion and desire. He thrust his hand into my underpants and began to touch my penis as we kissed. He pushed my pants down and parted my legs as we continued to make out. Then he stood up to remove his jacket. The bulge in his immaculately-pressed, white suit pants was both immense and extraordinarily exciting. He sat back down again to unbutton his shirt and remove his tie, never once taking his eyes off me, staring at me with such intensity I could barely hold his gaze. Then he stood again and removed his pants. I froze for a moment, marveling at the beautiful beast tenting in his semi-transparent underwear. I knew I had to kiss it, and leaned forward to do just that, nuzzling at it and teasing it until he pushed down his underpants and exposed it to the world. At that moment, I began to run my hungry tongue up and down its impressive shaft. It smelled amazing. It tasted wonderful. As I began to rub it and suck it, I found myself grinning with joy at the thought that this handsome, impressive, powerful man was finding pleasure in me. He wanted me. He pushed me onto the couch, pulling down my underpants and exposing my ass, immediately setting to work on it with his tongue which seemed to find its way into every nook and cranny down there, filling me with rush after rush of lustful excitement and causing my hole to open up for him. After a few minutes of pure bliss, he knelt behind me and started to slide his huge pop dick into my hole. The sensation made me go almost cross-eyed. My body began to oscillate wildly between intense heat and freezing cold. The thought that he was inside me and that we were unified as a single entity was beyond extraordinary. Any discomfort immediately migrated to pure pleasure. We hit a rhythm, a stunning rhythm, and, as he thrust in and out of me, my dick rubbed against the sheepskin rug underneath, sending waves of immense carnal pleasure surging through me. I did not know it was possible to want someone as much as I wanted Master Scott at that moment. It was an all-encompassing sensation of need for him. He could have climbed into me, into my skin, into my body, and it wouldn’t have been enough. He rolled me onto my side and continued to make love to me, kissing me tenderly and repeatedly, making sure I felt protected, cared for and desired. He smiled as he pounded me, wrapping his body around me so every last part of us was making contact. Then he knelt up and started to go much harder. I could tell he was getting close, winding his way up to the inevitable release. I knew, for my part, that I wanted him to shoot inside me. It felt right - and romantic - that I should be blessed with his seed. And then he came into me, emptying his balls, sealing the deal and making me his while simultaneously welcoming me, not just into the order, but into manhood.

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