Description: Of course I discussed Apprentice Tides’ interview with Master Kamp before summoning him. It is Felix’s judgement that he is a very strong candidate for the Order. In addition he is fairly certain the Tides is a virgin. He likely had not allowed himself to consider the prospect of sex with another man before his interview. He had proved himself to be both very obedient, and very receptive to the experience that Felix gave him. I certainly would not have begrudged my Brother having taken advantage of the opportunity to take such a handsome young man’s cherry. However, he left that pleasure for me. He is a very dedicated member of the Order. Some might say, too dedicated, but he is one of those men who feeds on his own self-righteousness. Much to his credit, though, he doesn’t flaunt it. Indeed, he would consider it crass and beneath his dignity to advertise his virtue and discipline. It is, I think, an even more powerful pleasure in its secrecy. But I know him too well. So, I summoned Apprentice Tides to my office, knowing that apart from his experience at the hands of Master Kamp, he was untouched. He had very likely not indulged in self pleasure, although his experience was so powerful, all the more for being such a surprise to him, that I doubt it had left his mind for more than a few waking moments, and I would not be surprised if it haunted his dreams as well. It was a wonderful aphrodisiac for me to watch him walk into my office, not knowing exactly why he was there. After his experience with Master Kamp, he was painfully aware that absolutely anything might happen. Experiences literally beyond his imagination. At the front of his mind, though, would almost certainly be the question of whether I would repeat his last experience. Given the fact that it had almost certainly been a previously unconsidered revelation, he was probably equally plagued by the fear that it might happen again, and the desperate hope that it would happen again. I wished I could have just a quick peak inside of his mind. Just to know whether he had put the pieces together to consider that what he experienced was only the beginning, and what the logical next step might be. A formerly straight young man would have very complicated feelings about losing his virginity that way. Well, he would discover soon enough what was in store. Even though every fiber of my being wanted to literally rip the cloth off of his beautiful body while ravishing him with kisses, even I have more discipline than that. I would get to have my pleasure and enjoy it very deeply indeed, but I had a duty to the Order, and to the young apprentice, to conduct the ritual as it should be conducted. I began by restraining myself, hiding behind a stern facade impervious to scrutiny. The young man sat there in the leather armchair trying not to visibly squirm with his discomfort. I commanded him to undress. If there were any questions about his thoughts on his previous experience, his hard cock betrayed them. Whether his mind had become comfortable with it, or not, his body liked what it experienced and wanted more. Of course, it was my greatest delight to be able to give it to him. I flatter myself to think that I’m a very handsome man for my age. If a young man were going to have his cherry popped by an older man I would be far from his last choice to do it. The more of himself that he revealed to me the stronger my desire for him became. I held on to my composure, but knowing that he was as willing as I was desirous, I allowed myself to admire him openly. Whether that confirmed a fear that he would be fucked, or assurred him that his desire to be fucked would be fulfilled, I couldn’t say, but it would happen soon, and both of us knew it. I ordered him to his knees and inserted two fingers into his mouth and he sucked them almost eagerly. It was certainly no surprise to him when I next opened my zipper and pulled out my aching cock for him to suck. He took me in without hesitation. I could only take so much stimulation, though. I stood him up and bent him over my desk. He looked back at me, his face an inscrutable mix of emotions. I doubt he could have described them if he tried. My own feelings were more singularly focused on the untouched rosebud in front of me waiting for my cock to stretch open. He took it well, his whining and whimpering more about his mind struggling to process the reality, than his body’s ability to accept it. His hole was as tight as a virgin should be, but it opened up for me and I praised him for it, as the base of my shaft pressed against his cheeks and I felt myself, his first man, fully inside of him. My balls already tingled with the desire to give him his first breeding, but I would make sure that he was well and truly fucked in a way that he would never forget before I allowed that to happen.

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