Description: I am inching closer to graduation. I’m so close now, I can smell it! One day very soon my training will be complete and the world will be my oyster. I was called for my personal priesthood interview by Master Scott earlier today. Master Scott is a man I trust implicitly. I view him both as a mentor and a confidant, and I was thrilled to discover that he was overseeing this all-important interview. The thing is, the more you travel along the apprenticeship path, the more you realize that the masters will always find a way of keeping you on your toes, no matter how experienced you think you are. As soon as I arrived in the antechamber this afternoon, I was instructed to strip down to my underwear by one of the servants, who then blindfolded me. I was led into the chamber, told to kneel on what I assumed was some sort of platform, and immediately left all alone. I don’t actually know how long I knelt there, straight-backed, blindfolded, heart pounding in my ears, listening intently, trying to regulate my breathing. After a while I realized I was feeling calmer. If I’ve learned nothing else here it’s that you often have to embrace the fact that you’re entirely unable to alter what’s destined to occur and I suddenly realized that the curiosity of the situation, coupled with a sense of expectation, was making me inexplicably hard. I could feel my dick literally throbbing in my underpants, so I brought my hand down to my crotch and began to touch myself. I was unbelievably shocked when, from absolutely nowhere, I felt a hand touching me. I hadn’t heard anyone entering the space, and therefore had to assume that whoever it was had been present since before I’d arrived. His smell was familiar. I was pretty certain that it was Master Scott and instantly felt my dick beginning to pulse again, my memory taking me on a tour of some of the many exciting sexy encounters I’ve had with him. HIs touch was intensely sensual, highly teasing and, as a result, extraordinarily erotic. I heard the familiar rustle of him undressing himself. He spoke softly; single words, mostly ones of encouragement, but enough to confirm to me that the man seducing me was indeed Master Scott. I tried to imagine how he might be looking at that moment. His beautiful moustache, his gently greying hair, his shirt clinging neatly to his stunning hairy chest. I heard him removing his tie and then a loud flutter of fabric as he threw his shirt onto the floor. Moments later he pushed my hands above my head, rolled up my undershirt and started to stroke my chest. Then he pulled my hands behind my back. I could feel him wrapping his tie around my wrists, effectively incapacitating me as he tied them together. He pushed me forward so that my ass was thrusting upwards, then pulled down my underpants and exposed my naked butt, playing with my balls and my hole until I was twitching with lust. Moments later, he lifted me back up to my knees. I could tell that his face was somewhere near mine and very rapidly I felt the rough tickle of his moustache pressing against my upper lip as he kissed me passionately. Kissing, for me, is the most erotic act, perhaps because it’s something that the masters rarely engage in. I think when you kiss someone you’re acknowledging your vulnerability in their presence. Does that make sense? Master Scott then knelt behind me before tenderly kissing my butt cheeks and gently running his slippery tongue over my naked hole until I felt myself opening up for him, desperate to feel his penis inside me. He dropped warm oils onto my ass, and slowly massaged them into my dick. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his suit pants. I imagined his huge, veiny cock poking through the fly and throbbing with desire. The thought was beyond exciting. I wanted him badly, but, in that moment, it felt as though I were being made to wait forever. Finally I felt the sensation of his dick brushing against my hole, and then the exquisite, breathtaking, beautiful agony of it entering me. He took things so slowly, inching his raw dick in and out of me until I was screaming with the extraordinary and unrelenting intensity of it all. Ecstasy is a fairly extreme word, but it very much encapsulates the profundity of what I was experiencing in that wonderful moment. He lifted me up again and kissed me from behind before ordering me onto my back, untying my hands in the process. It was a little unnerving because I was still blindfolded and had no idea how big the platform was that I was on. He played with me for a moment longer and then uttered words which almost blew my mind; “I’m going to have a friend join us…” Thoughts immediately started to dance around in my head. I quelled the desire to ask him to repeat what he’d just said, and then the secondary urge to ask him who he meant. I started to run through a list of other masters, trying to work out which of them I’d seen Master Scott hanging out with recently. But then, maybe he meant another apprentice? It was both wildly unsettling and incredibly arousing. I heard the rustle of someone moving towards us, and realized that, whoever it was, had also been there all this time, watching the proceedings in complete silence. It is extraordinary the tricks which your mind will play on you when you’re blindfolded. Your other senses become hyper-aroused. Suddenly Master Scott’s touch felt like the most important thing in the world. My ears began to play tricks on me. I was pretty certain that whoever had stepped forward was somewhere to my right, but then I thought I heard a rustle on my left-hand-side. I held my breath. I heard the metallic clatter of the stranger undoing his belt. The noise sent waves of excitement surging through my body. Master Scott began to push his dick into me again and suddenly I found myself shivering uncontrollably. The stranger moved around to the side of my head and pushed my mouth towards his groin. As I wrapped my lips around his cock, I smelled his manly scent. It was a vaguely familiar, alluring blend of leathery and tobacco-like aromas which sent me utterly wild. As I began to suck him, the stranger began to groan. It was a voice I didn’t know, but it was definitely a man’s voice. This was undoubtedly a master and not another apprentice. His dick was huge and it tasted amazing. He spoke. His voice was low and commanding; “bring the boy to me…” Moments later, the whole bench below me began to move. I couldn’t tell in which direction, but it felt as though I were somehow spinning around. I realised fairly speedily that I’d turned 180 degrees. Master Scott’s dick was now where my mouth was and plainly the man now playing with my butt was the stranger. Within seconds he was inside me and let me tell you; being fucked bareback by a total stranger is about as intense as any experience can get. Master Scott began to kiss me and I grabbed my dick. It was all so extraordinary and potent and life-changing. The stranger fucked me harder and harder. The faces of every master I could think of flashed into my mind. Was this Master Snow? Master Figata? Master Weston? It couldn’t be any of them. I’ve been intimate with them all and know I would recognize them. Whoever it was went faster and faster, running his hand up and down my leg. It was all too much. I couldn’t stop myself. I asked if I was allowed to cum and when Scott whispered yes in my ear, I exploded. My entire body went into spasms as the jets of semen flew out of me. Seconds later, the stranger, who was still fucking me, began to grunt and groan. He pulled out and I instantly felt shards of warm spunk catapulting themselves onto my belly and rolling down my erect cock. He ran his fingers across the pool of our combined sperm before allowing them to glide across my forehead and then onto my lips. Then he kissed me with such profound tenderness that I probably could have shot another load. And then, just like that… they both vanished. Leaving me to my thoughts. Leaving a chamber servant to remove my blindfold and leaving me without any sense of who had been inside me.

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