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Description: Apprentice Shepard is inching ever-closer to his graduation. He’s an impressive trainee with a clear understanding of his mission. He’s handsome, intelligent, confident, compliant and always remarkably well-turned-out. In short, he’s everything we look for in an apprentice and, as a result, is very well-regarded by the masters. I’ve watched his progress from a distance. I’ve enjoyed observing his transformation from the somewhat shy boy who arrived here to an impressive young man who exudes sex appeal. When I was selected to oversee his Second Anointing, I felt a rush of great excitement. A first-time interaction with an apprentice who’s in the latter stages of his training can be incredibly rewarding. Those, like Apprentice Shepard, who’ve already been through a number of rituals take things in their stride. They understand the dynamic. I beckoned him into the chamber, barely able to take my eyes off the beautiful body partially-hidden by his billowing ceremonial gown. When an apprentice is stripped of all formal clothing and placed in a simple white robe you see, often for the first time, the purity, vulnerability and innocence of his soul. This was very much the case with Apprentice Shepard. I soon had him out of the gown and stripped down to his garments, standing close to him and running my hands slowly down his torso. He stared at me, his desire for me was clear, and utterly reciprocated. I sat him down on the bench. He knew that his task was to submit to me in full and without hesitation. I myself was apprenticed to The Order. I learned from the very best and understood almost immediately the extraordinary power a master has when he takes things incredibly slowly. A master needs to build up the tension, the suspense and the desire until his apprentice is desperate for a very deep carnal connection. I didn’t take my eyes off Apprentice Shepard as I removed my tie, enjoying the swishing sound the fabric made as it cut through the silence of anticipation. I casually undid my top button and rolled up my shirt sleeves. Oils, when handled properly, can be extraordinarily erotic and sensual. Of course, they must be scented with masculine fragrances and pheromones. They must also be warmed to room temperature. Too cold, and a boy recoils in shock. Too hot, and he panics. Our chamber servants are skilled in the art of oil preparation. Each individual ceremony has a specific aroma. Each ceremonial space has a different temperature. I kicked things off by dripping oil onto Apprentice Shepard’s feet and lower legs, allowing my palms to glide over his now-lubricated skin. I could tell from a change in his breathing that the sensation had caught him off guard. As I worked my fingers between his toes, he began to shudder and groan and I could see his penis stiffen in his holy garments. A well-trained master will never cave into his base sexual desires. He must rise above them and be as much in control of himself as he is the apprentice. That said, I experienced a profound erotic rush as I unzipped the top half of his undergarment, watching in awe as the fabric parted to reveal his silky-smooth body. I rubbed oil into his torso. The shimmering moisture created definition in his six pack. I instructed him to get onto all fours on the ceremonial table. The one-piece garments are designed with sexual conquest in mind. They cling to an apprentice’s body like a second layer of skin and have an easy access flap covering the boy’s ass. I ran oils over his erect penis, coaxing and squeezing at it like a cow’s udder, causing him to gasp uncontrollably as his body rippled and convulsed. I stripped him naked and surveyed the beauty of his body as I applied oil to his back and bubble-butt. He began to melt at my touch. I found myself focussing with increasing intensity on his smooth cheeks. I could feel my dick throbbing in my suit pants. I began to push my well-oiled fingers into his tight hole and he instantly started to twitch and open up for me. I removed my shirt—unable to take my eyes off the hole I was about to fill—before pushing down my tight suit pants and revealing my 8-inch dick, which sprung out of the clothing with a great gasp of relief. I climbed onto the ceremonial table, knelt behind Apprentice Shepard and pushed myself into him. He yelled. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t help it. I fucked him slowly at first. As he loosened up, I was able to take him harder and faster, eventually riding him with intent and taking his ass as my own property as he gave himself willingly to me. I heard myself grunting as the experience began to intensify and then, just like that, I realized I needed to blow. I pulled out just in time to spray my load all over his back and butt before pushing my dick into him again so that my semen could truly enter his body. The boy was now mine.

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