Description: Apprentice Zander examined himself in the mirror, ensuring his shirt was tucked in tight and there wasn’t a hair out of place as he prepared for his first meeting with The Order. Having been raised by a stepfamily of faith, the tall young lad had always felt closely aligned with their teachings. He had learned the majority of what he knew from his parents who distilled a strong sense of morality into him over the years. Rules were put in place for a reason and Zander grew to understand that things ran much more smoothly when you followed those rules. So he remembered that he was representing God as well as the church when he was ‘dressed in his Sunday best’ and gave himself extra time to shave and make himself look presentable. A mixture of nerves and excitement washed over him like the waters of a baptismal bath. Only instead of giving him clarity the hopeful candidate was left ambivalent. Not knowing which to settle on left him a bit anxious, which could be seen as he fiddled with his collar and fidgeted with tightening his belt buckle for the third time. Zander still hadn’t had much experience when it came to the world outside of his stepfamily farm and the small town he grew up in. It’s part of the reason he chose the path that he did, he sought out the company and community of those who he believed would be likeminded individuals. He arrived earlier than expected, greeting the members with a warm smile as he was welcomed into their quarters. Their stark white attire contrasted his black blazer, setting him apart from those that were already members. A candidate from the outside world, still awaiting proper training from a direct conduit to their heavenly Stepfather. Zander was escorted to an all white room where the interview would be held, and all he could do now was wait for Master Kamp to arrive so they could get started. Despite the lad’s confidence in his compliance with the authority figures in his life, the longer he was left sitting in silence, the more time he had to worry about leaving the right first impression. Even going so far as to memorize the responses he thought would best represent his personal beliefs. Upon his entrance, Master Kamp took the seat across from the hopeful candidate and proceeded to begin to conduct Zander’s interview. The questions he was asking seemed to take an unexpected turn however, which caught the young man off guard, his pre-meditated answers slipping away. His once steady voice rising in pitch revealed his discomfort. He had agreed to answer honestly. Despite this, his gestures were less controlled than that of his assessor whose bigger frame sat unmoved. Master Kamp was all too familiar with this initial response to his unique inquiries. His eyes squinted as he pressed Zander for more information regarding his relationship to sex and the pleasure of men. The lad’s brow furrowed in confusion, desperately seeking the comfort of what was familiar to him. It was not uncommon for new trainees to experience this initial stage of resistance, but Kamp could see in the young man’s eyes that he was willing to do whatever it took to be educated by their organization. Zander complies with his instructions despite feeling uneasy about the way he caught a mysterious sparkle in Master Kamp’s eyes, like they knew something he didn’t. The Order’s representative moved his large fingers toward the button holding Zander’s blazer closed, his movements bold and strong as the boy struggled to keep tabs on what the older man was doing to him. He held his tongue however, cooperating in silence as the physical touch began to chip away at the lad’s rejection of male intimacy. When Master Kamp’s hands make their way to Zander’s pants, Zander is unable to hold eye contact. Feeling as though his body is betraying him as his growing bulge gets massaged through the fabric of his briefs. The submissive younger man begins to tremble, letting out soft moans under his breath as his cock is finally given freedom to be completely erect, unable to deny his arousal. Taking it one step further, the more experienced man binds Zander’s hands behind his back as he sits back down. Master Kamp slowly toying with the lad’s nipples, sending wave after wave of overwhelming sensation through his body, all the way down to his toes. The lad’s body struggles to accept its complete surrender to the physical touches he was receiving. A bottle of lube gets introduced as Master Kamp opens his apprentice’s legs wide to prepare for what comes next. Zander’s hard cock pulsates, slapping against his washboard abs from sheer stimulation. Completely at the older man’s mercy, he feels the thick digits of his master probing his untouched hole. Little did the younger man know that there was a beaded dildo laying in wait to push Zander over the edge and mark the completion of the first step into priesthood.

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