The Calling | APPRENTICE ROUX | Chapter 2

My thoughts were all over the place since meeting with Master Stone. Before I met him, I didn’t know it was possible for a body to experience such intense pleasure. I’d had no comprehension of the concept of yearning; the idea that my body could need something as much as my brain. I had longed, almost desperately, to be summoned by Master Stone again, and, as the days and weeks rolled past without such an invitation, I found myself feeling increasing levels of despondency. He barely looked at me. I saw him smiling at other Apprentices and my heart broke. The deepest and most crushing cut of all was being instructed to attend my calling, not by Master Stone, but by Master Snow.

I didn’t know much about Master Snow. I’d seen him around, of course. He’s stupidly handsome but he comes across as aloof, business-like, and a little stern. The moment I saw his name, I felt sad. I spent the days before the meeting trying to come to terms with my loss. I had to accept that what had happened with Master Stone was of no significance to him and unlikely to be repeated. Maybe he was ashamed. Maybe he was worried that I’d report him… not that I ever would.

So, I walked into Master Snow’s office feeling a little depressed. I found him sitting at his desk, all neatly turned-out in an expensive suit and tie, looking distant and over-formal. The room smelt slightly sweet, like cold ice.

He instructed me to sit down before fixing me with his piercing blue eyes, telling me that the ritual we were about to embark upon would advance me in the Brotherhood. His words should have given me a sense of elation. I was about to enter the mystical sect which had fascinated me for years. And yet, all I could think was how much more meaningful it would have been if Master Stone had been saying the words. Snow leaned forward and quietly asked if I still submitted that I was not attracted to men. I instantly felt my face burning up. Plainly I am attracted to men. I have jerked thinking about Master Stone at least twice a day since our encounter, but I didn’t want to be pushed into a place where I had to admit to what had happened (in case it got him into trouble), so I lied and said that I was not attracted to men.

His eyes narrowed and he told me to stand. He pushed a glass vessel towards me and instructed me to drink from it before telling me I needed to do everything he instructed me to do. My heart was pounding with nerves but as he said the words I felt a bolt of pure excitement. Some crazy thing in the back of my mind was daring to hope that Master Snow was going to seduce me, just as Master Stone had.

He stood up and walked behind me and I was engulfed by a cloud of his masculine scent. I felt his fingers very carefully pushing up the collar of my shirt. Seconds later, he ran his hands gently over my back before undoing my tie. Everything fell silent. All I could hear was the rustle of my fabric and the sound of him breathing behind me. I could feel myself drifting off into some sort of happy trance, remembering the all-encompassing sensation of Master Stone’s erotic touch.

Master Snow instructed me to take my shirt off and I found myself, almost robotically, doing as asked, my head swimming with conflicting thoughts about what was happening, wondering if I should attempt to pull attention away from the erection which was now rather obviously tenting in my black suit pants.

He removed his jacket. I could see the shape of his body underneath his tightly-fitted shirt and could tell that his torso was well-formed and well-looked-after. As soon as my shirt was off, he started to touch me again, his fingers drawing little patterns over my chest, encircling my nipples and making me tremble. Then he told me to take my belt off and remove my pants. I dared to look at him. He was undoing his tie and was staring at me in a way which was surely designed to be seductive. I instantly became lost in his beautiful eyes, and had to force myself to look away again.

His hands were suddenly all over me, gliding slowly over my garments, touching every part of my body. I began to experience the sensations which I’d longed to re-visit, but somehow, on this occasion, they seemed almost more intense. Maybe I was hoping that Master Snow would take me even further than Stone had. I am, of course, entirely inexperienced when it comes to all of this, but I know that there’s more to sex than having my hands tied behind my back and being touched until my dick explodes. I felt safe in Master Snow’s strong arms and I realized that I was now willing to be led almost anywhere by him.

He kissed my neck and bit my ear and my entire body started to shake with an unquenchable desire for him. He pushed my hand towards his groin and encouraged me to grip it. It felt huge and warm and it seemed to throb to the rhythm of my touch.

Master Snow then instructed me to climb onto his desk. Moments later he pulled my garments down and pushed his mouth against my butt. I could suddenly feel his tongue dancing over my hole. To say the sensation blew my mind would be an understatement. When he started pushing fingers into me, and pulling my body into increasingly bizarre contortions, I began to understand what was coming. The thought of having penetrative sex had always terrified me, but now, in the heat of the moment, I wanted it more than anything. My entire body was ready to serve Master Snow…

He pulled me down from the desk then pushed me up against it. I could hear the rustle of him unbuttoning his shirt and dropping his pants. Then he dipped down to push his tongue into me one final time. He stood again and I could feel him rubbing his dick over my butt cheeks and then entering the crack and pressing against my hole. I guess it should have felt weird and alien, but it felt natural. I wanted it.

And then it happened. I thought it would hurt like hell, but I experienced instead a sense of pure relief, a sense of belonging somehow, like his dick was finally finding a home inside me. I could feel it sliding deeper into me. We were connected. We were one. The feeling became considerably more intense as he started to pound in and out of me. I grabbed the end of the desk and attempted to process what was happening: I was losing my virginity. This was what it felt like to be fucked!

He pulled my neck back until I could barely breathe and then started really pounding me. Just as I thought he’d given me everything he was capable of giving, he’d dial it up another notch until I wondered if he’d eventually tear me apart.

He pushed me onto my back on the desk and raised my legs up. The position allowed me to look into his eyes for the first time and try to work out his thoughts. He was plainly enjoying himself and was looking down at his dick, no doubt savoring the view of plowing in and out of me.

He told me to stroke myself. I did so reluctantly because I knew it would make me cum and I didn’t want it to end. He went harder and faster with every stroke, pushing and pulling my body about as he did so, no doubt to get the best angle for his huge dick.

I think I knew he was going to shoot. The speed of his strokes increased and his breathing suddenly became labored. I wanted it inside me. That felt important. I wanted his DNA to remain in me, but he pulled out just before shooting. I could feel the cum hitting my skin and dripping down my sides. Then he pushed his cock back into me again, and I got my wish after all.

I don’t know that anything will ever be able to top the experience with Master Snow. The one thing I am sure of is that I’m now in a place where anything is possible.