Description: Apprentice Marcus has certainly been put through his paces since joining the Order. Just a few weeks ago, he was brutally punished by two of the masters, who choked and whipped him until he was literally screaming for mercy. And yesterday, he was summoned to meet Master Figata in one of the white rooms. He knew exactly who Figata was, despite never having spoken to him. In fact, the moment Marcus saw Master Figata, surrounded by acolytes and walking down one of the building’s long corridors, he was as good as hooked. Figata is one of those supremely handsome, all-American, older guys who exudes confidence and radiates magnetism. Being called to meet with him threw the boy into a complete panic. Marcus was told he could expect to be “ordained” but had no idea what that meant. It didn’t sound like a form of punishment, but since arriving at the complex, Marcus has learned to continually expect the unexpected… He knocked on the door, hands trembling so much that his fist hardly made a sound on the wood. Figata called for him to enter. His voice sounded breezy and friendly, but that didn’t stop Marcus walking into the space feeling sick with nerves. It took the boy a moment to get his eyes used to the bright room. Every wall was either painted white, or lined with billowing, blinding white curtains. Figata stood in the middle of the room, beautifully turned-out in an expensive white suit. Marcus could smell the master’s aftershave the moment he entered; its heady blend of dark tobacco and myrrh-like scents made the boy entirely weak at the knees. Figata smiled and told the boy to sit down on the couch. His warm smile made Marcus blush. Figata sat down real close to him and explained that he was due to be ordained, before starting to run his hands, somewhat seductively, down Marcus’ back. Marcus was surprised by how incredibly intimate the gesture felt. Master Figata then placed his hand on the boy’s knee and instructed him to take off his shirt. Marcus attempted to remain calm, but he was shaking so much, he struggled to undo the buttons. As he worked his way down the shirt front, he could feel his dick stiffening in his suit pants. Marcus dared to look at Figata for the first time and instantly melted into the older man’s stunning blue eyes. The master continued to touch Marcus in ways which made him shudder with excitement. Marcus couldn’t help but notice that the older man’s dick was tenting almost thrillingly in his beautifully tailored pants. Figata surprised Marcus enormously by suddenly subserviently dropping to his knees and slowly undoing the boy’s pants. He carefully removed his shoes and socks, almost as though they were precious objects. Marcus’ body began to tingle all over. The sense of anticipation almost sent him mad. The master massaged the boy’s feet, complimenting them on their beauty. Marcus, of course, was now rock hard; his dick bursting to escape from its flimsy fabric cage. Figata touched it and electricity shot through Marcus’ body. The master then ran his hand up the inside of the boy’s long underpants and Marcus suddenly felt like he’d gone to heaven! Master Figata then stood and told Marcus to kneel down and undo his belt and pants. The master’s dick was standing almost at right angles to his body. The light fabric of his suit pants was plainly unable to keep his horniness in check. Marcus carefully undid the older man’s pants as Figata pushed his jacket off and removed his tie. The boy instantly set to work on his master’s bulge, rapidly pulling down the older man’s underpants and wrapping his soft, innocent lips around Figata’s highly experienced dick. Marcus’ mouth felt surprisingly cool on the older man’s giant member. Figata found himself moaning appreciatively as the boy used every trick he’d learned in his short, sexually-active life to please him. Marcus gave remarkably good head. The boy was a natural, spewing up long strings of slippery saliva to coat the older man’s now throbbing dick. Figata carefully positioned the boy on the couch, encouraging him to arch his back and present his smooth, little ass to the room. The master caressed it in awe before getting his big, daddy tongue diving deep into the crevice. Marcus panted and whimpered in deep pleasure, suddenly desperate for Figata to fuck him as soon as possible. The master plainly read the boy’s mind, because, moments later, he knelt up behind Marcus and lined his thick, raw dick up with the boy’s tight little hole before starting to inch into him. The sensation was utterly mind-blowing for the boy. He instantly lost control of his body and all manner of strange and bizarre noises started to fly out of his mouth. He felt like Figata was trying to drive an overflow pipe deep into his guts. Figata started to slowly fuck the boy, his giant, muscular thighs rippling as he upped the pace and depth of his thrusts. Marcus slowly began to relax and the sensation went from one of severe discomfort to one of almost exquisite rapture. The most handsome man he’d ever clapped his eyes on was inside him, deriving immense pleasure from his body. The master couldn’t get enough of the boy’s ass. It felt so tight, so warm and so slippery. He wanted to fuck it forever. He sat on the couch and encouraged the boy to lower himself down onto him, so Marcus could ride his big dick like a champion. Marcus did not disappoint, flexing his ass muscles and bouncing up and down on the older man’s lap with surprising ease and stamina. Figata was in ecstasy. Figata then pushed the boy onto his side and entered him from behind, pulling Marcus’ head back hard so they could kiss passionately. Then he started to really pound his ass! From that moment on, things got a bit hazy for Marcus as he slid into a state of deep sexual satisfaction. Figata rutted, slammed, skewered, and banged before throwing the boy onto his back to seal the deal. It was the master’s duty to cum inside the boy. It was part of the ritual. Figata suddenly felt the semen prickling uncontrollably in his balls and, a few seconds later, his dick exploded violently into the boy’s stomach. Figata pulled out and immediately thrust his finger into Marcus’ hole. Thick, creamy juice oozed out which the master carefully transported to Marcus’ forehead. And at that moment, Marcus finally understood the concept of ordination!