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Description: The ceremony of the Sacrament is an ancient ritual—one so shrouded in mystery that no one is quite sure of its origins. For many, many years, its secrets have been passed down orally. Its primary focus is to take an Apprentice beyond the zone of trust and submission into a space where he can feel deep fulfillment. Heart, mind, and body are stimulated, and there are few more intense experiences both for him or for his Master. Apprentice Tate is nearing the end of his training. He’s been with us for some time and has become one of our most exciting trainees. Reading over his notes, it’s hard to imagine him as the wild child he once was. He’s become one of our most conscientious and obedient Apprentices and his future within The Order looks to be golden. Sure, there are still some minor creases to iron out. He has a tendency not to do up the top button of his shirt. It sounds petty, but this behavior implies either carelessness or defiance and it will not be tolerated. As is customary, I wore the mask of the Witch Doctor, standing behind the Apprentice and delicately running my hands up and down his body until every one of his senses were activated. I could see in his slate-blue eyes that he desired me and that my touch was gradually sending him into a frenzy of lust. I undid one of his shirt buttons and thrust my large hand against his chest, allowing it to drift down to his belly. I removed my mask and he held his breath as I undid his purple tie, the back of which, I noted, was covered in flecks of dried semen. A wave of anticipation was plainly surging through his body which made my cock twitch. The Sacrament ceremony requires a Master to practice the art of deep restraint, which is no easy task. As the Apprentice becomes aroused it becomes increasingly difficult for the Master to hold back, but it is vital to do so to prevent an inappropriate power reversal. Once his tie and shirt had been fully removed, I pushed up his undershirt and made skin-on-skin contact with his pale, well-defined chest. I allowed my hand to wander south, under his belt and then between his legs, grasping his rock-hard dick in my hand. I pulled his head back and contemplated kissing his soft, ruby red lips. But it was too soon, so I focused instead on his nipples, which hardened to my touch as his skin broke out into glorious goosebumps. Still fully suited and booted, I pressed my groin into his backside. The sensation was thrilling and prompted me to gently lick his lips before kissing him with great passion. I carefully undid his belt and tossed it aside. It made a metallic clatter as it hit the floor. I then unzipped his fly, scooping his hands up and forcing them behind his back as I carefully exposed his beautiful penis. As I slowly ran my hand up and down his shaft, he began to whimper. I whispered in his ear, ordering him to stay still as I slowly stroked his dick. It instantly became clear that I needed to taste the pre-cum which was forming in his piss-slit, so I allowed my lips to slide up and down his dick, while using my tongue to tease out his sweet nectar. I stood again, telling him how proud I was of him. I’ve never spoken a truer set of words. I pushed him over the bench and removed my suit jacket before rolling up my sleeves. His ass looked so enticing; smooth, round, peach-like. I immediately sank my tongue into it, using copious amounts of saliva to lubricate it before fingering it thoroughly, pushing my thumb down towards his prostate until he was gasping with excitement. His ass was opening up like a flower, so I pushed him onto his back on the bench, threw his legs apart, then stood between them. I began hastily unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my dick out of my suit trousers, teasing his hole with my giant tip. It didn’t take much to get my dick inside him. I gently squeezed his neck with my hand to distract him while I slid in, enjoying the look of ecstatic surprise on his face. I fucked him real slow to begin with, turning him onto his side so that his ass felt even tighter on my dick. I pulled out and got him to stand up with one knee up on the bench, facing away from me. It was in this position that I was able to begin to increase the pace and intensity of my strokes. I was soon banging him with full force. He grunted like a true slut as I went harder and deeper. I could feel the cum rising, and tried to hold off, but I’d passed the point of no return. I had to shoot. I pulled out and exploded all over his back. The semen flew all the way up to his shoulder blades and gushed down his spine. I immediately re-entered him, and used my fingers to smear my cum into his face as I pushed the rest of what I’d squirted into him. We kissed. It was a kiss which told him quite how well he’d done and how much I’d enjoyed this Sacrament.

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