The Calling | APPRENTICE DUCATI | Chapter 2

Things have been happening to me of late that I can’t explain. I’ve been experiencing sensations and feelings I didn’t know existed. Master Kamp did stuff to me during my interview which should have felt very wrong. The fact that it didn’t has pretty much turned my life upside down. Am I now attracted to men? Just writing those words down seems bizarre, but what Master Kamp did to me was mind-blowingly intense. It felt like an awakening: An awakening to possibility, to the power of touch, to the beauty of an older man. These feelings are way too powerful to ignore. Of course, I’ve been conflicted ever since, oscillating between bouts of terrifying guilt and a wild desire to repeat every single second of the encounter. To be honest, it’s all starting to feel like some kind of dream. I’ve almost begun to question whether it actually happened. I’ve not seen Master Kamp since and I can’t tell anyone about what he did because I don’t want to get him, or myself into trouble. So I just keep my head down, focussing on my studies while hoping against hope that he’ll reemerge so that whatever happened can happen again.

Two days ago I was summoned for my “calling.” So much of what happens here is a confusing mystery. My philosophy has always been to go with the flow, assuming that it will all suddenly make sense at some point further down the line.

I was instructed to dress formally and, as I opened my wardrobe and pulled out my suit, I felt an inexplicable rush of sexual excitement. It took me a moment or two to realize that the intense feelings I was having were because the last time I’d worn the suit, I’d been with Master Kamp. I remembered the sensation of my penis throbbing against the inside of the pants. There were even one or two little stains in the fabric where my pre-cum had oozed out. As I started to dress, my body began to shiver with excitement; a sensation which stayed with me, unabated, while I walked along countless corridors towards the allotted room.

The office was plush inside with wooden cabinets everywhere holding paintings all over the walls. Sitting behind a giant, leather-topped desk was Master Napoli. He was dressed in the most beautiful suit and looked so astonishingly handsome. It’s hard to explain the effect that Master Napoli has had on me since I arrived. I guess it’s a mixture of fear and excitement. Sometimes he looks at you like he’s plotting your murder and other times, well you’d think he wanted to throw you up against a wall and kiss you.

It transpired quite quickly that the ritual was more important than I’d anticipated. I was being called to advance into The Brotherhood. My interview had plainly been successful and I was finally going to become a proper apprentice. Master Napoli told me that he was there to prepare me for his seed and asked if I would obey him. I didn’t understand the question, but, if I’ve learned nothing else here, it’s that submission and compliance are more important than anything else, so I nodded my head and said, “yes.”

Master Napoli then ordered me to stand up. There was something exciting about the command and something supremely powerful in the offhand way he delivered it. Then he told me to remove my clothes, using the same dismissive tone, almost as though he were telling me to spit out the gum that I’d been chewing. I instantly froze, wondering whether I’d heard him quite properly, replaying the command in my head until I was sure he’d instructed me to undress. I started with the tie and then moved to the shirt, occasionally daring myself to look at Napoli, just to check he was okay with what I was doing.

As I undid the buttons, I began to feel excitement, suddenly daring to hope that the outcome of this encounter would be similar to the previous one. The fact that I was undressing in front of such a beautiful man just added to the sense of anticipation. I took everything really slowly. I was trying hard to calm my nerves, but instinct also told me that Master Napoli wanted it that way. I began to fiddle with my belt, but he instantly pulled his chair towards me and leaned forward to undo it himself. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such a rush of sexual energy. He looked up at me - fixing me with the most intense look before removing the belt oh so slowly. With every second, I became more aroused.

He touched me all over with his big hands. He was so gentle. So tender. Then he stood. He towered over me. I glanced down and saw his penis tenting like crazy in his pants. It struck me that I'd never seen another man erect before. I didn't actually see Master Kamp’s penis, not once, so I have no idea whether he was experiencing sexual pleasure while he did what he did to me. There is no doubt, Master Napoli is hard because of me.

He moved around me, touching me until I thought I was going to explode. It was as though there was an energy flowing from his hands into my body. He stood in front of me and removed my T-shirt, holding me in his giant arms while staring at me like I was a precious object. His suit was black but I could see a bubble of pre-cum forming on the surface of his pants, at the tip of the giant bulge down there.

He pushed my underpants down and my dick bounced out, rock hard and ready for anything. He was fully clothed and I was now entirely naked, but that just added to the excitement. He pulled my hand towards his groin and I touched his bulge for the first time. The pants felt warm and a little damp and his dick bounced and twitched against my palm.

Then he stepped away, taking an ornate, red, cut glass vessel from the shelves and presenting it to me to drink. I brought it to my lips and allowed the cooling, refreshing water to gush into my throat. Then he told me to climb onto the desk and present myself on all fours. Just writing it down now makes me question why on earth the order seemed so natural, but I was desperate to please and it felt right.

He touched me all over until my body was covered in goosebumps. He smeled so amazing. He was wearing a masculine scent which I hungrily drank in with my nostrils. He removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves before pulling my ass cheeks apart and sliding his tongue over my hole. It was a remarkable sensation. I felt like an animal somehow. Desire rushed through me. His huge tongue probed me and forced its way inside me while the bulge in his pants pushed against my foot.

He undid his tie, then ordered me down from the bench, seductively unbuttoning his shirt before pushing me onto my knees and very slowly undoing his belt. He pushed his pants down and pulled his penis out of the fly of his garments. Man it was huge! The blood rushed to my head and I instantly started to feel faint. I had a moment of complete indecision. I genuinely didn’t know what to do, but instinct, once again, took over. I knew I had to suck it. I didn’t know how it was going to feel or taste, but I grabbed his balls and then just went for it. He put his hand on the back of my head and murmured words of encouragement, pushing more and more of his penis into my mouth, until I felt myself gagging. I enjoyed sucking it though, running my tongue around it, pleasuring him while listening to the sounds he was making. I wanted to suck him so hard. I wanted to suck the semen out of his amazing dick. He smiled down at me and my heart leapt for joy.

Then he stood me up and pushed me against the desk. I somehow knew that he was going to fuck me and that I was about to lose my virginity, so I simply closed my eyes and tried to relax, wondering if it would hurt. And if I’m honest, it did a bit. Maybe it hurt a lot, but the overwhelming sensation was one of immense pleasure. He went all the way in. I felt his balls slapping against my ass cheeks and then he ground himself in and out of me, each stroke feeling more intensely gratifying than the one before. I tried to grip his dick with my ass muscles. I wanted him to go harder and faster...

He kissed my neck, then stood me up, pushing me onto my back on the desk with my legs in the air before slamming his cock back into me again. I really liked it in that position. His dick felt much deeper inside me and I could look into his handsome face and see the joy etched onto it. He started to suck my toes as he went harder and deeper, and before long was grunting with both effort and extreme arousal. My God it was amazing. He grabbed my dick and started to jerk it, then lick it, then he leaned over me and started to kiss me. Ironically, simply kissing a man was another first for me. I’m not sure I could ever have predicted that my first kiss would happen after I’d lost my virginity.

Then he went real hard - so hard that the table started to shake and rattle noisily. The veins on his biceps were bulging. He was giving it everything and everything about it… well it was everything. He jerked me really hard and then, just as I felt like I was about to cum, he pulled out and immediately started shooting. The semen flew from his dick and went all over my balls. Then he pushed it back into me again, so that his cum was now inside me. That’s when I finally realized what he meant when he said he was going to prepare me for his seed. Then he kissed me so passionately, telling me with his lips, that I’d done a good job. I feel like the most important chapter of my life is about to be written.