Anointing | APPRENTICE FOSTER | Chapter 2

Shortly before midnight, a chamber servant presented me with an anointing cloak - which is really nothing more than a long, thin sheet with a hole cut out in the center. I quickly removed all of my clothes and underwear and placed the cloak over me. With inner nervous trepidation, I found myself standing at the entrance of the Anointing Chamber. My exterior was calm, but my heart began to pound as I waited.

Grandmaster Legrand Wolf called my name, beckoned me to enter and instructed me to stand before him. I was immediately riveted.

The chamber was filled with a bright, yet warm white light. The Grandmaster was seated on a small, white bench. He was immaculately dressed in all white. His voice was more gentle and assuring than authoritative; although make no mistake - the Grandmaster’s directions were solemn and serious. Immediate compliance to whatever was commanded of me was the unspoken expectation.

The Grandmaster suddenly rose from his seat. He asked me if I was ready for the ceremony. I immediately answered back in affirmation. But on the inside, a chill of doubt began to wrap itself around my heart. Was I? Was all of this happening too fast?

All of the trepidation and doubt soon vanished entirely as the ritual progressed. The Grandmaster applied a small amount of holy oil on my forehead. The brief touch of Legrand’s warm hands and fingers was all it took for me to finally relax and allow his gentle, reassuring aura to bathe me in the comforting energy that I needed.

When the Grandmaster moved to anoint my eyelids, I reopened them and saw for, really the first time, just how awesome and inspirational the man before me was. He was even taller than I remembered and his mighty build dwarfed most men of his same age and station.

I found him in that moment to be one of the most beautiful and attractive men I’d ever laid eyes on. I wondered for a moment, if those thoughts I was having were proper for the solemn occasion.

Then the Grandmaster anointed my lips and ears. The feelings of the wonderful, intimate touches in these sensitive places was like nothing I could have anticipated. I had never been handled in quite this way before in my life. I was simultaneously moved and excited- particularly when Legrand anointed my neck, shoulders, and backside.

I couldn’t help but savor every soothing caress when the Grandmaster proceeded to anoint my arms, chest, and torso. My breathing began to get shaky when Legrand’s large, warm hand moved closer to my loins.

I gasped uncontrollably when his fingers seemingly accidentally brushed against my pubic hair. The ritual felt so real, but I wondered for an instant if this was a dream. Only in my secret fantasies had I imagined what it would feel like to be touched in this way. And by the Grandmaster himself? That was something else.

As Legrand began to speak, I could feel his sweet, warm breath on my skin. His movements were methodical and precise, and yet when he massaged the holy oils all over my body into the smooth skin, it seemed to me like he was also exploring and enjoying what he was doing.

Again, I immediately felt a jolt of shame at the assumption – at the very thought that this sacred ritual was also simultaneously an erotic introduction to –

Before I could complete the thought, the Grandmaster slid his hand down and gently began to massage my penis.

By this time, Legrand had shifted the thin cloak almost entirely off of me. I desperately wanted many things at that moment. But I knew full well that I must not give myself away. I was in heaven. And I loved how he expertly began to touch, stroke, and massage my penis and testicles.

As I became fully erect, my arousal level was sky high. All of my fantasies were being manifested into real life. When the Grandmaster began to massage my taint and scrotum, I wondered just how far the ritual was actually going to go.

The answer came in the form of a completely unexpected, sweet, gentle kiss on my lips. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, I knew that I would do anything, say anything, go anywhere this amazing man commanded me to. And not just in this moment, but always.

As Legrand continued his ritualistic ministrations upon my genitalia, I could only moan and gasp with absolute pleasure. I knew full well that I was not allowed to speak, so I fought back the urge to beg him to kiss me again. The Grandmaster must have seen it in my eyes because he beamed a kind, understanding smile and did indeed lean in for another lingering kiss; all the while with his hands and fingers gently caressing my body.

I suddenly realized that my penis had never been so hard in my life. All of my senses were tingling with anticipation and lust. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Legrand, particularly when he instructed me to sit on the bench. He then positioned his groin close to my face. Without further instruction, I instinctively knew what the proceedings called for. I bravely touched and kissed the burgeoning hardon that nearly burst through the older gentleman’s white slacks.

The Grandmaster allowed my shy, tentative touching to continue for several minutes before assisting in removing his pants entirely. And I honestly couldn’t help but stare in wide-eyed amazement at the sight in front of me. Legrand’s man-scepter looked impossibly enormous. The length and breadth of his cock was long and thick like an oak tree branch.

I needed the Grandmaster inside of me. But how could I express this aching desire without inadvertently causing frustration or disapproval from him? Never in a million years did I want to cause a disruption in the anointing ritual. I decided at that moment that I would do everything that I could to regain my composure and follow his patient lead. However, I must admit that it took everything that I had learned about self-control and discipline to do just that!

Soon, the Grandmaster allowed me to place my hands and lips all over his massive, awesome member. He guided my every movement and was sure to express his approval in the moments where the time was appropriate. My own piece was also given close attention, and I will never forget the kisses Legrand and I shared during the ritual, and the wordless bond that he and I had formed.

But it was the next part that really tested my devotion to the Order. The Grandmaster instructed me to crouch down on my knees and present my backside to him. My exposed hole puckered and twitched as Legrand applied a generous amount of holy oil to it. He lined his powerful, throbbing cock up to my tender entrance and paused.

All of my still-new understandings and training in self-control and discipline were being put to the test. Suddenly all thoughts and emotions threatened to slip out of my grasp. I desperately wanted nothing more than to feel the Grandmaster inside of me, to have him fill me up in all of the ways that I had always dreamed of, but never dared ask for…