The Calling | APPRENTICE WATERS | Chapter 2

To be honest, my world was pretty much turned upside down by Master Kamp. What happened during that interview filled my head with countless fundamental questions. Am I attracted to men or did he somehow play a trick on me? Was my interview to become an Apprentice successful, or did I mess things up by succumbing to his advances? I’m still here; I mean, haven’t been sent home—but I’m not sure what’s supposed to happen next. I’m in complete limbo. Or at least I was.

I received my Calling two days ago. I had no idea what a calling was. Was I being called into the office because I’d fallen into temptation? Or did I do such a good job I get to take on the next stage of my journey within The Order?

I spent so long getting myself ready. Worrying about my tie; is it too long or too short? Am I overthinking everything just to walk into Master Scott’s office to be told “thanks but no thanks?”

I tapped on the door, shaking profusely. Master Scott called for me to enter. His office was warm and it smelled just like him, which I liked. Master Scott himself looked like he was here with a purpose. He looked strong and sexy, with graying hair and the sort of tidy-yet-oversized mustache that only men of a certain vintage can pull off. His suit was impeccable. Since arriving here at The Complex, I’ve realized Master Scott is the sexiest man I’ve ever met. I try not to dwell too much on that though; I wouldn’t want to unnecessarily open up that can of worms.

Master Scott made me wait in silence while he went through my file. I spent a lot of time staring at the floor, waiting in anticipation of what he had to say. He eventually placed the file in a drawer in his desk and turned to speak.

His voice was stern and authoritative. He used a lot of big words but from what I could gather, I’d been selected to advance into The Brotherhood as an Apprentice. This was the best news I’d heard since arriving but I didn’t want it to show in my face. He told me he was here to prepare me for his seed. He asked if I understood. I nodded and said yes because I didn’t want to look stupid. Then he instructed me to stand.

I was asked to undress. You’d have thought, after the last time, that it would have seemed easier. I don’t know any world in which an apprentice would walk into a space and immediately be required to take their clothes off. I found myself doing as commanded, starting with my tie, somewhat amused by the irony of it having taken me so long to get right, only so I could remove it quickly, possibly without even being noticed. Was there something for me to learn there, too?

I couldn’t stop shaking. The whole situation was making me feel incredibly uneasy, largely because I simply didn’t know what to expect. All I knew was that I wanted it to continue. After all, the shaking could be coming from a place of excitement rather than fear. Right?

I took my shirt off and could feel his eyes taking in every inch of my body. I’ll confess: I really like being objectified like that. I go to the gym. I like to look good. I enjoyed being watched by Master Scott. I took my time undressing because I knew I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself.

As I began to unbuckle my belt, he stopped me and took over; undoing the buttons on my pants and pulling them to the floor before touching my stomach with his own rugged yet gentle hands. Oh how I liked that part! Master Scott made me feel safe. The more he touched my torso, the more excited I felt. Maybe it was time to acknowledge that I am attracted to men.

He removed my garment top and began to touch my naked flesh. I instantly broke out into goosebumps. I stared at his face, suddenly longing to press my lips against his, to feel his mustache ticking my upper lip. I knew that my dick was rock-hard and tenting in my garment bottoms, but I didn’t care. Master Scott clearly wanted me to be hard.

He turned me around and set his attention on my butt. He told me to climb up onto his desk and display myself, entirely naked, on all fours. It felt a little strange with him still fully clothed, ordering me around like some prime piece of livestock but at the same time, I really liked it. I have worked hard on this body and it felt like he was appreciating that hard effort.

His jacket came off, he pushed up his sleeves, and removed his glasses. I felt a quiver down my spine when his tongue touched my hole. As he continued, I felt pure pleasure ripple through my body. The further he pushed his tongue into my hole, the more intense the pleasure felt. I tried to speak but all I could do was moan in ecstacy. It felt so good.

He pulled me off the table and pushed me to my knees. Then he began exploring my mouth with his thick fingers. I hoped he was making sure my mouth was ready for something else! Then he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled down his garments, revealing the most massive penis I have ever seen. I wanted to give it a taste so badly. I’ve never done that before. I didn’t really know what to do next but I followed that instinct. I wrapped my lips around his penis and slid them up and down his shaft, occasionally sucking, occasionally licking. I could tell by his moaning that I was doing a good job. He tastes so good; I took it too far into my mouth a few times and it made me gag. But, I liked making him feel good.

Then he brought me to my feet and pushed me against the desk. I knew the moment had arrived. I never thought I’d be losing my virginity like this, but it was all my body wanted at this moment. I always assumed that I’d be pushing my dick into someone, and furthermore that this person would not also have a penis, and yet, here I was, wondering how on earth it would feel to take something so large inside me, panicking so hard that it would hurt like hell that my hole almost clamped itself shut.

He started to rub the head of his dick against my opening. There was a lot of spit and oil down there; his cock felt really good sliding between my cheeks. There was a silence as he positioned his dick. I felt him starting to push. It instantly made me wince.

There was surely no way he would be able to push that giant thing into something so tight. I wondered if I ought to have told him that I’d not done anything like this before, but I didn’t want to admit that to him. I didn’t want him to stop. So I focused all of my energy into staying relaxed despite the fact that I felt like I was being torn apart.

Then I felt this sort of prickly wave coming over me and what was at first a confusing experience began to feel incredible. I felt myself calming down and enjoying the sensation of his big dick sliding in and out of me, twitching and throbbing with every thrust. He pulled out. I felt relieved and yet I wanted him back inside of me.

He pushed me onto my back on the desk and raised my legs in the air, staring down at me as he thrust his cock back inside my now-relaxed hole. I liked looking at his face. I liked how he looked at me. He slowly started to pick up the pace and depth of his thrusts. As I winced, he checked that I was okay. I nodded, he continued; I felt safe with him. I just closed my eyes and allowed the alternate waves of pleasure and pain to ripple up and down my shivering body.

He leaned down and pushed his lips against mine. It felt so wonderful to kiss him. So intimate. So intense. I loved that he wanted me and that I’d made him so hard. He smiled at me. I smiled back. I wanted him. I wanted his seed.

He went faster and faster and started to groan, his manly-deep voice getting higher in pitch and then, all of a sudden, I felt his dick pulse deep inside me. His beautiful seed filled my guts, making me feel alive. Making me feel like a man.