The Covenant | APPRENTICE DEVALL | Chapter 5

It doesn’t really matter how many times you meet with the Masters. They always seem to have an ability to catch you off guard. Last month, I was ambushed in the woods, blindfolded and dragged into a room I didn’t even know existed. I was given a secret name which I’m not allowed to share with anyone. I don’t even dare write it down because it sometimes feels like even the walls are watching me in this place. The Masters seem to know pretty much everything about me—everything I’m even thinking. It’s both terrifying and hugely exciting.

I was informed last night that my Covenant ceremony was to take place. My task, I was told, was merely to don a white gown and crawl into the allotted chamber, ready to do everything which was asked of me. After showering and preparing myself with meticulous care, I was handed my gown by one of the chamber servants. He looked a little irritated when I told him I had no clue about how to put it on. From what I could gather it was nothing but a huge piece of flowing pleated, slippery white fabric with no more substance to it than the muslin curtains hanging from the walls.

He couldn’t have been any less engaged as he draped it over my body. I felt angry to begin with, but then I figured he’s probably desperate to become an Apprentice himself and it must stink like crazy to have to stand there helping someone else to progress in a world where you’re merely an observer. I was once told that the majority of chamber servants are boys who’ve been rejected from the program. I don’t know whether that’s true, but it makes sense.

Once suitably attired in this crazy gown—which, despite being formed from many yards of fabric, it barely covered me—I did as ordered and crawled subserviently into the room. The first person I saw there was Master Drayke. To be honest, I was relieved: He’s a man I know and trust. He really looked after me during my initiation. I left that ceremony feeling like a precious object.

I noticed two other men standing towards the back of the room. But I felt obliged to keep my head hanging low so I couldn't tell who they were. I could only fathom that they, like Master Drayke, were wearing white suits. I was ordered to kneel up and, at that point, dared to look over to my left, discovering that one of the men was actually Apprentice Cole.

I’ve always been scared of Cole. Ever since I arrived here, he’s been so much further on in his training and he comes across as super confident. He’s also ridiculously handsome. Tall and blond, the clothes hang off him like some sort of model, and he walks about like he owns the place. It didn’t take me long to realize that the other man was Master Patrick, who is also known to me. In fact, he was the Master who performed my secret name ceremony—and boy did every part of my body ache the following morning! It was strange to see him and Cole in the same space.

I was ordered to wash Master Drayke’s feet. Ever since my arrival, the importance of this particular ritual has been bashed into us. It is a solemn and sacred demonstration of compliance which seals us to our superiors and binds us to the laws of the brotherhood. Well, that’s the theory anyway. We all know exactly how to do it, in principle at least. We’re just not allowed to do it… until ordered to do so by a Master. So, when I heard the words, my heart instantly started to pound. I did everything on autopilot, realizing that, if I over-thought what was happening, I’d probably forget what I was doing and make a complete fool of myself.

I found myself carefully removing the Master’s slippers and very gently pulling down his socks. There was a bowl of water with a cloth by the side of his chair and I knew to take the cloth and very carefully wash his feet. It all felt remarkably intense and, if I’m honest, erotic. I glanced up at Cole, standing like a beautiful Greek statue in the corner of the room and felt a rush of pride. This was my moment.

Master Drayke ordered me to stand and I flew to my feet, hoping that the nerves I was feeling wouldn’t cause my legs to buckle. He stood next to me, real close, and peered into my eyes, his glance boring into me almost as though he were peering into my very soul. My face instantly reddened and I found it almost impossible to hold his gaze. His look scared and excited me in equal measure. His hands began to touch the patches of bare skin which had been exposed by the shield I was wearing. He turned me around and grabbed my buttocks. I began to tremble.

With a flick of the wrist, he undid the bow at the side of my gown and the entire thing billowed to the ground like a parachute. I was left entirely naked, every inch of skin now covered in tingling gooseflesh. I heard him removing his jacket. The rustling sound generated a Pavlovian response and I was soon shaking with profound excitement. He started to kiss and nibble at my neck. I found myself leaning back, allowing our bodies to begin the process of melding together.

He turned me around and instructed me to get on my knees. His leather belt squeaked as he undid it and his zipper made an enticing shriek as it was lowered. My instinct was to help him out of his underpants, so I glanced up at him, searching for permission to touch. He granted me that wish.

His dick was hardening inside his garments. We all wear the same underwear here. At first glance it appears somewhat demure—the boxer trunks go right down to the knee. But look a little closer and you’ll soon see they’re made from a semi-sheer fabric which clings to every lump and bump inside. I pressed my lips against the growing bulge in the fabric and he gasped with excitement. There was a heady, sweaty, sexual aroma coming from his dick which instantly made me want to expose it to the world.

I rolled down his garments and his penis flopped out. He impatiently removed his tie and flung it to the floor as I wrapped my lips around his member. As I started to suck him, he began unbuttoning his shirt. I looked up at him and saw a man in a state of deep lust. It felt good. I looked up again and noticed the muscles rippling on his chiseled body and felt a bolt of pure ecstasy flying through my body.

Master Drayke then sat on the bed and grunted and gasped as my tongue danced over the tip of his immense dick. The more he groaned, the more eager I became to please him, knowing that Cole was watching. I wanted Cole to realize that I was a contender and not just some foolish boy who could barely make eye contact with him in the corridors.

Drayke ordered me onto the bed and told me to get my legs in the air before kissing my mouth hungrily. Seconds later he had his tongue thrust deep inside my hole. Suddenly it was my turn to moan. I have seldom wanted anything as much as I wanted his dick inside me at that moment. It felt almost imperative that he thrust it into me.

I heard him muttering something. I think he was telling the other two to step forward because I felt them both approaching. The next thing I knew, they were holding my legs and pulling them backwards. It felt a little ungainly but I also knew that my ass was opening up as a result and I was now ripe for fucking. Master Drayke knelt between my legs, and, with very little ceremony, pushed his 9-inch dick right inside me…

The sensation took my breath away. It felt like he was shoving a baseball bat inside to split me in half. Before I’d begun to even process the feeling, he was thrusting himself in and out, a look of absolute intent on his face. I couldn’t work out whether it was an intent to hurt me or thrill me. Whatever he was doing made me whimper uncontrollably and, before long, the sensation was pleasure beyond knowing. It was insane. Profound. Unbelievable. For the first time I truly understood my purpose. I realized that Drayke was experiencing as much pleasure as me.

Just as I thought it couldn’t get any better, Apprentice Cole and Master Patrick let go of my legs and Master Drayke pulled out and laid on the bed. It was strange: I think any other time I would have frozen with fear, without a clue what to do. But here, my body simply took over. I squatted over him, my back to his face, and lowered myself down onto his dick. Seconds later, I was riding him, squeezing my ass muscles together, dragging my entire body up and down his thick, twitching, now leaking shaft.

I think he was near to busting because he told me to get off him and lie on my stomach. Then he entered me again and it somehow felt even more intense. I think in that position he had more of a capacity to thrust and so he really went hard, like some sort of animal it felt, desperate to breed me. He went harder and harder, slamming into me like a drill. I could feel the sweat pouring from his forehead and rolling down my back. He turned my head around to look at him and told me he was getting close as he nailed me with brutal strokes.

Then, just like that, he exploded into me. I could feel it all gushing into my ass with force—like an immense jet of water. And even after the flow had stopped, he was still twitching, pumping his beautiful juices deep into me. Sealing the deal. Making me his. Forever.