Description: The day had finally arrived. The day of my ordination. The last day of my apprenticeship. The day, I suppose, when I was destined to become a man: “Sealed for eternity to the brotherhood.” And how wonderful those words sound when I say them out loud. It’s been such a long, long journey, filled with staggering highs and devastating lows which have tested me in ways I’d barely have been able to comprehend before I started. I’ve been walking on air for weeks now, knowing this day was hurtling towards me, feeling a heady mixture of pride, excitement and great relief. The discovery that it was Master Stone who’d chosen to oversee my life-changing ritual was one which pleased me greatly. He has been my biggest critic since I arrived here - always tougher on me than any of the other masters, and not at all afraid of punishing me or humiliating me if I stepped out of line. I guess I always knew, or at least hoped, that he had my back, despite often feeling utterly crushed by his behavior towards me. His desire to personally lead me through the final stage of my journey, however, was confirmation that he felt I was worthy of the honor he was bestowing on me. And that felt good. The ritual took place in a very fancy chamber, one I barely knew existed. The moment I stepped into its plush interior, I felt relieved that I’d spent so long making myself look as smart as possible. Master Stone guided me into the space and sat down next to me, asking if I was aware of the nature of the ceremony. My desire was to burst into peels of joyous laughter and say “damned fucking right I do!” But I settled for a simple yes instead, barely able to contain the elation coursing through my veins. It struck me at that very moment that the master’s entire demeanor had changed. He’d always been so aloof and cold in the past, but now he seemed warm and interested in me. He instructed me to remove my tie, and all I could think about was how much I was going to enjoy - and needed to savor - the next hour of my life! He started real slow, gently running his giant hands over my body. I stared at him - for the first time feeling like his equal. I was, of course, still utterly overwhelmed by him; his manliness, his exquisite style and the way that his perfectly-fitted suit clung to every well-chiseled muscle of his body. I tried to stay cool but knew I was melting inside. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as he softly ran his hand across my cheek and then, when he pulled the back of my head towards him, and started to kiss me with so much respect and subtlety, well, my head was officially blown. This was how it would be from now on. This was my destiny… We kissed for what felt like an eternity. It was perfect. He held my hand. He was tender with me. His desire for me was written on his face. He undid my shirt, button by button, delicately tracing my smooth skin with his finger tips. I suddenly felt alive. Alive and alert and important, a huge ball of desire forming in my stomach. He held me tight in his arms and continued to kiss me, but now with so much more passion. My hand drifted down to his warm groin and I grabbed the huge bulge in his white suit pants. It throbbed with anticipation in my lustful grip. Seconds later, he reached across to my pants and began to undo them. Before I knew it, he’d pushed them to the ground and thrust my legs wide apart, hooking one of them over his giant thigh while grabbing my swollen dick in his hand. I found myself reaching over to him and helping him out of his jacket, his impressive scent filling my lungs as I got closer to the ultimate prize. He pushed his tongue to the back of my throat and groaned with deep pleasure as he impatiently undid the buttons of his shirt. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his dick and seeping into the fabric of his pants. Moments later, his shirt was off and I was helpless to do anything but stare at his beautiful, rugged chest which bulged tantalizingly underneath his undershirt. I reached out and touched it. It was solid as a rock. Then he stood up, and slowly unbuckled his belt. My mouth instantly went dry with anticipation as I heard the squeak of leather - a sound I’ve come to associate with delayed gratification and the feeling of my body aching for what’s about to come. He pushed his pants down. He was tenting like crazy in his underpants, which were semi-see-through and left almost nothing to the imagination. I pushed my mouth against the bulge and he released the beast through his fly. I used the tip of my tongue to taste his pre-cum before diving into a full-blown and very lengthy blow job. Man, did I work hard! I wanted to give him the most intense, the most beautiful experience of his life. I needed him to want me as much as I wanted him. He held my head in place and pushed his dick right into my throat. I fought the desire not to choke… and almost won!! Then he pushed my face into the fabric of the giant couch and pulled my underpants down, thrusting his large, moist tongue against my hole and allowing it to glide, and dance, and shimmer until my desire to be fucked became utterly impossible to ignore. Then he pushed his thumb into me and I heard myself yelling in a way that I’ve never yelled before. He lined his cock up with my ass and slowly pressed it into me. I immediately felt the curious sensation of being complete. Utterly complete. I felt like we were one - and more than that, that I deserved the prize I was being awarded. He was so hard. I’d made him that way and it felt good. So so fucking good. He really went to town on my ass, pumping his huge raw dick in and out of me, then encouraging me to drag my body backwards and forwards to ride him, until I felt like I was going to explode with insane lust. Then he flipped the back of the couch down so that it became a bed before pushing me flat on it and climbing on top of me, and, in a press-ups stance, started to fuck me with increasing speed and power. I was helpless to do anything other than grab hold of his giant arm while he did his work. At one stage he pulled my head right around to face him and we stared at each other and kissed eagerly while he ground into me, my head spinning. I grabbed my dick and started to jerk myself. And then, just like that, I exploded. Thick ribbons of creamy cum went flying all over my stomach while he continued to fuck me. It was overwhelming. Mind-blowing. Remarkable. Different to anything I’d experienced before. He continued fucking me, pulling me up on all fours while slamming his weapon into me, harder and faster, pulling out just in time to release his giant load all over my back before frenziedly pushing it back into me again so that the last drops of semen entered my newly-ordained body.

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