This morning was my Covenant ceremony. It doesn’t mean that my training is over. I’m just moving up from Apprentice to Initiate. I don’t know how many ranks there are in the Order. The highest levels are so secret that you don’t even know they exist until you are invited to be raised up. This is the beginning, though. From today forward, unless I do something to discredit myself, or The Order, I am a member of the brotherhood. I think I would almost die before I would betray my brothers. It has been such an incredible year. Even though I wanted this, I had no idea what I was asking for. I’m a better man today. I had hoped for that, but I’ve received so much more. I can honestly say that I’m an entirely different man. I understand now why the apprenticeship is supposed to be kept secret. The rituals could be described, but there is no way to explain what they mean, what they do to you when you experience them yourself. When I went to my interview, I honestly thought that I was straight. I guess I mean that I assumed that I was straight. My parents wouldn’t let me date in high school. My church taught me that lust was a sin. When I got out of high school, my father told me that I was a man now, and he couldn’t tell me what to do anymore, but I should think hard about my future. Condoms break, the Pill doesn’t always work. Desperate women have been known to get pregnant if it will get them the husband that they want. Is a few moments of pleasure worth ruining the rest of your life?But then I had the opportunity to apply to The Order. I was assured that, if I completed my apprenticeship, that too, would change my life, in the best possible ways. I decided to put off college for a year and give it a try. It has just been one profound revelation after another. I went into my interview more intimidated and unsure of myself than ever in my life. That was new to me. My self-esteem is strong, my parents are supportive, school was mostly easy. I never had a reason to doubt myself. This felt crucially important, though, and I had literally zero idea what they were looking for.The interview started out predictable enough, I guess, but suddenly Master Kamp was asking me about my thoughts, sexual thoughts, about other men. I was totally caught off guard. Why would he ask that? I told him “no,” but he didn’t believe me. He took off my clothes and started to, well, seduce me, I guess. My body responded. Nobody had ever touched me like that. My penis was so erect that it hurt.Then he started to play with my butthole. I know gay guys do that. Guys in the gym at school taunt each other with stuff like that. I had never touched myself there. The next thing I knew he had his finger inside me. It felt strange at first, but better and better in a way I could hardly describe. Was I gay? My erection was undeniable, but I really didn’t think so. The truth was, my mind had shut down in shock, except for registering the pleasure I couldn’t deny that I felt. If I had tried, my penis was harder than ever.The next thing I know, he was undoing his pants. I knew what that meant, even if I couldn’t believe it. I was going to lose my virginity to a man, right there. Before I could even think yes or no, he was thrusting himself into me. It hurt like hell at first, but there was something about it that just… possessed me. Little did I know that was only the first time it would happen, let alone what it would mean when it happened again.At first, I simply accepted being fucked as a necessary ritual part of the indoctrination. Then it started to feel comfortable. Then I started to like it, even look forward to it. I found myself looking at the various masters and wondering what they would be like. Even with Master Kamp that first time, it was fairly obvious that it was more than a ritual requirement for him. He wanted to fuck me. He did it with an almost hungry enthusiasm and seemed to thrust into me as deep as he could, shooting his semen as far up into my guts as it would go.It was much the same with the other masters. They seem to get a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction from fucking the apprentices. I’ve gotten the impression that some get fucked more than others and I think that sometimes the masters look for excuses to do it. This time with Patriarch Scott, at my Covenant ceremony, it was different.I crawled into the room naked and washed his feet to express my devotion. While I had come to expect that sex would be a part of it and almost looked forward to it, I was surprised that Master Kamp and Master Stryker were in the room too, standing off to the side observing. I’ve come so far in my training that, not only did I not have a problem being fucked, it did not bother me at all that they would apparently watch Patriarch Scott take me.He had me undress him, and then worship his cock. When the time came, though, he leaned back on the bed and had me ride him, fucking myself on his thick member. I did it gladly. Somehow, the more I rode up and down on it, the more I wanted it. I wanted to feel it deep in my guts. I wanted to make him groan with pleasure. I wanted the others watching to be impressed, even envious that it wasn’t their cocks being ridden. He laid me down on the bed and fucked me for a while, but soon I was riding him again. I was lost in my desire for him. Wanting to feel the warm slimy satisfaction of taking his semen, his DNA, into my body.I could see on his face that he was getting off on it. Watching me clearly lose control of myself, lost in the incredible sensation of him inside of me. I suppose in a way, it was an ultimate show of his dominance and control that he didn’t need to do anything but lay there, projecting his power and charisma, while I was overcome by my desire for him, not just obediently, but eagerly, giving him my body to use and breed. Now that I am moving up in The Order, I wonder if I will learn to enjoy fucking young apprentices as much as the masters do.