Anointing | APPRENTICE ROUX | Chapter 4

I’d longed to get Apprentice Roux on his own ever since his Atonement, which had been quite a messy affair for me. It was one where, I’m ashamed to say, I allowed my feelings about Master Snow to govern my actions and therefore behaved in a less-than-exemplary manner. Apprentice Roux was, of course, oblivious to the change in my behavior. I doubt he even paid much attention to me. He was being fucked within an inch of his life by Master Snow and I’d been assigned a fairly innocuous role in the proceedings. The reason for wanting some alone time with the Apprentice was to establish myself in his mind as a force to be reckoned with. It was vital for me to surpass the experience that the boy had had with Master Snow. Call me competitive, but I strive to be the best.

As he walked into the chamber in his flimsy gown, I realized how handsome the young Apprentice was. He hovered nervously by the entrance, trying to work out if he was permitted to come into the space. I felt a pang of sympathy towards him, remembering the times during my own apprenticeship when I was too confused or scared to make any form of decision. I smiled and instructed him to enter. I didn’t need to play this like Master Snow would; all severe and aloof. I could approach Apprentice Roux’s anointing with tenderness. I could be his friend and the results might be surprising to us both.

I went through the process of anointing him as delicately and sensuously as I could, staring into his large, lavender eyes as I ran my oil-covered fingers over his soft, pale flesh. His smooth forehead, his cute nose, his full lips… He was nervous. Very nervous. My touch seemed to be causing him to shiver uncontrollably, but the look on his face begged me not to stop. I found myself becoming increasingly lost in his gaze, realizing quite how much I wanted him. His nipples were like bullets as I anointed his breast. I could tell that he was highly aroused.

His ass cheeks felt beyond-inviting as I ran my fingers over them. My dick had started to harden slowly in my pants and was beginning to plan its devious exit strategy. By the time I’d worked my way down to his feet, it was throbbing with excitement.

Kneeling, I carefully pulled his gown aside and was greeted by an impressive penis standing to full attention and staring me in the eye. I gently cupped his balls before sliding the tip of my finger along the shaft, coaxing a small droplet of pre-cum from the head which dripped itself into the palm of my hand as I started to stroke him. And how I teased that Apprentice’s cock! I used my tongue to taste, tantalize and tickle him before taking him deep into my throat. He started to tremble and then began to whimper.

I pushed him onto all fours and licked his crack, my tongue gliding around his hole in ever-decreasing circles until I finally made center contact and started to penetrate him. The sensation drove him wild. He was gasping, grunting and groaning in anticipation. I stood up and removed my pants, finally granting my dick the freedom it was so desperate for, then slowly removed my shirt and tie, the boy frozen on all-fours in readiness.

There was no point in delay; my dick was throbbing and glistening with pre-cum. His ass was open and ready. I knelt behind him and pushed myself far into his tight, innocent body, causing him to yelp as I started to thrust. He began to grip me with his ass muscles, causing me to experience a rush of pure desire which made me fuck him harder and deeper with every stroke until I realised I was perilously close to prematurely busting my nut. So I slowed things down and focused on long, deep, grinding motions.

I pulled out and instructed him to lie on his back with his legs in the air, pushing down against his thighs and staring into his ecstatic eyes as I fucked him like a stag in autumn. It was plain from the look on his stunningly innocent face that he was struggling to comprehend the intensity of what he was feeling. I threw my head back and started pounding him again, engaging my hips and throwing all caution to the wind, suddenly not caring if I shot my load. It was all too amazing. I was engulfed by a frenzy of lust. At one point I realized I was doing push ups into him. He grabbed his dick and started to jerk himself. It was clear he was powerless to do anything else. I’d sent him right over the edge. I nodded at him. I was giving him permission to cum as and when he needed to. His breathing became increasingly labored and then, without any warning, I felt his ass muscles spasming as ribbons of semen flew from his dick all over his smooth, silky stomach.

The experience of watching him shoot his load instantly made my balls clench, and, seconds later, the spunk was gushing up my shaft and flying into his heaving stomach. I have rarely cum so hard. I fired off round after round into him, still pumping and twitching way after the semen had stopped flowing out of me. I realized, as I kissed him afterwards, how much I’d needed this encounter—if for no other reason than to remind myself of my own power. I very much hope that fate will allow our paths to cross again before his training is complete.