Description: I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in my life. He—Master Snow—changed me irreversibly during my Interview. He showed me a form of pleasure that I didn’t know existed. The orgasm I experienced at his hands was beyond anything I have the words to explain… So when Master Snow informed me that my calling was imminent and that he’d be overseeing the ceremony, my heart started to pound with excitement. I hadn’t seen him since the interview, and, to be honest, I’d made a bit of a fool of myself since then—hanging out in areas around the complex where I thought he might be. I couldn’t wait to see him in the flesh again. I was shaking uncontrollably by the time I knocked on his office door. I didn’t know what to expect. Obviously, I was longing for another mind-blowing encounter like the first time, but part of me wondered if I’d failed some sort of test by allowing myself to be taken to that intense place by another man. He sat me down and asked if I still believed that I was not attracted to men. I genuinely didn’t know what to say. Plainly, he’d proven beyond doubt that I was attracted to men. But it struck me at that moment that there is also a possibility that I’m only attracted to him. I’ve certainly never felt the same way about anyone else. So I told him categorically that I wasn’t into guys and, of course, he instantly told me to get undressed and… well, the next few minutes rushed by in a blur. At some point, he instructed me to climb up onto his desk and before I could get my thoughts in order, he’d started to press his tongue against my hole. I have genuinely never felt anything like it. I could feel the stubble from his beard against my asscheeks as his tongue danced and probed. It was utterly sublime—parts of my mind were being activated I didn't know existed. He pulled me around on the desk, repositioning me. It felt as though he was shaping my body for his own pleasure and my body responded by melting into him, desperate to become a single entity. I instantly knew that I was ready to offer myself to him. He told me to bend over the desk. I was too nervous to look around at him so I looked straight ahead, my eyes landing on a picture of some kind of temple on the wall as I listened to the metallic clatter of him undoing his belt. I wondered how, where, and with what I’d be touched next. Seconds later, I felt the tip of his huge penis lining itself up with my hole. My entire body tensed up, though I knew my only option was to try to relax. I felt him push into me. My body immediately went into a cold sweat. It was agonizing—yet, at the same time, it felt right. I felt like it was my duty—perhaps even my purpose—to pleasure Master Snow. My eyes were watering. My head was pounding. I just kept telling myself to relax—like some sort of mantra—staring intently at the picture of the temple on the wall. And then, just like that, I was his. The agony subsided and was replaced by an intense desire for him; a sense that I needed this to happen and didn’t want it to end. HIs hard cock was triggering all my pleasure centers. My skin broke out in goosebumps and the waves of ecstasy began to crash through my body. He went harder and faster. My dick instantly began to tingle and drip with precum. I know it’s insane, but for the briefest moment I imagined we were in love. I imagined this was the start of something magical. A deep connection. An affair. After a while, he told me to get onto my back, and, as I stood, he pressed his lips against mine for the first time. I must have thrown myself at him. It was like something from a film. I was being swept off my feet. We were consummating our feelings for one another. He pushed me onto my back on the desk so that I could glance up at him and see the look of focus on his face. I knew I was pleasing him and, furthermore, that he wanted to pleasure me. The next thing I knew, he’d picked me up and was holding me in his arms, kissing me and fucking me, showing his strength and utterly blowing my mind. He threw me back down onto the desk and continued to nail me in every conceivable position. Each time he pulled out, my body craved for him to return. Then, suddenly, everything went silent. His dick was still sliding in and out of me, but neither of us made a noise. We were connected. His dick was no longer a foreign object entering my body. It was a part of me. He suddenly picked up the tempo. I was desperate for him to cum inside me. It was the only thing I could think of. If he shot in me, somehow we’d be forever linked. At that moment, I felt his magical load gushing and filling every inch of my insides. He pulled my head back and kissed me again with even more passion and intensity. I knew something very special had begun.