The Covenant | APPRENTICE DUCATI | Chapter 5

It was a privilege to be called to oversee Apprentice Ducati’s Covenant. Ducati is a boy that I’m proud to say I personally interviewed, and I knew he was special from the moment I saw him. I’ve kept a fond eye on him ever since, ensuring I was present for a number of key ceremonies to make sure he was on the right trajectory. It’s clear that a strong bond has developed between him and Master Scott and this is something which I’ve encouraged. Master Scott is a man I have started to feel rather close to. I am naturally a loner, so admitting to feeling a bond with another man feels very odd indeed. I personally selected him to run Apprentice Ducati’s Covenant and from the moment he opened his mouth, and ushered the boy into the room with his gentle, yet commanding voice, I knew I had chosen well.

Apprentice Ducati obediently crawled into the room wearing his neatly pleated ceremonial gown which seemed to drape itself over the delicious curve in his smoothly muscular back like a hillside covered in fresh snow. It was a majestic sight. Master Scott sat on the edge of the bed, back straight in his beautiful white suit, his tie meticulously knotted and cascading temptingly towards his bulging groin. The boy sat patiently at the master’s feet, waiting for the next command, which came soon enough…

He was to begin the process of foot washing. Ducati had been well-trained, and immediately set to work with a pleasing degree of subservience, gently and delicately running the damp towel over every inch of Master Scott’s feet. A stillness descended. I watched with intent. I could hear the cloth running over the skin. The rustle made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

Master Scott praised the boy and told him to stand, and for a few minutes they were face to face. I could see the heavily swollen shaft of Master Scott’s dick pressing firmly against the inside of his suit pants, desperate to escape and wreak exquisite havoc on the apprentice. Scott softly ran his hands over Ducati’s tender body until the boy was trembling with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, not knowing what was coming next. But then again, a boy should never know what to expect. Scott slowly untied the single ribbon which was keeping the apprentice’s gown in place and it rolled off his shoulder and billowed to the floor, exposing Apprentice Ducati’s immaculate butt. The powerful master then delicately touched the boy’s growing cock, tickling his balls and kissing his neck until Ducati was gasping with deep sexual lust. It was such a pleasure to watch Scott; bespectacled, mustachioed and finely attired, looking every bit like an English country gent. The absolute contradiction between the purity of how he looked and the intensely kinky nature of what he was doing was extremely arousing. I vowed there and then to have him myself one day.

Scott began to slowly undress himself; first the jacket, then his shirt and then the tie. He dropped his pants to reveal his closely-fitting underwear which clung to his body, as if it had somehow been moulded onto him. With every second of the encounter, my respect and admiration for him grew. He is my kind of master; subtle, sophisticated, quietly domineering. He exposed his penis with great panache, and the boy immediately wrapped his lips around it, sucking it with skill and so much enthusiasm that Scott was forced to command him to slow down. It was a deeply thrilling display; the boy enraptured, the master experiencing pleasure beyond words.

Moments later, Scott had the boy on his back - wincing, groaning, legs akimbo - while he hungrily ate his ass out, rapidly preparing his apprentice for what was destined to be an extraordinary fuck. To be frank, I envied both of them.

Scott then dragged the boy to the middle of the bed and slowly sank his magnificent cock deep into him. Ducati bravely gritted his teeth. It is not every day that something of that size is pushed into your anus and it was clear that he was in some degree of discomfort. I immediately moved forward to hold the boy’s feet in place. I felt he probably had quite enough to handle without having to worry about holding his legs back, as well!

Scott banged the boy with deep, intense strokes which seemed to get a little faster with every thrust. Ducati began to giggle, plainly a little surprised by how intense everything had gotten. Feeling my presence was no longer required, I kissed both of them passionately and retired to the back of the room to observe.

Master Scott rolled onto his back, his thick, swollen dick pointing expectantly towards the ceiling. Ducati dutifully lay on top of the master, riding his dick like a champion jockey, his hole squeezing Scott’s penis tightly as he bounced up and down like a needy, well-trained slut. I knelt down beside the bed to watch the horny action at close quarters. This was a rare display of fucking and I wanted to enjoy every thrust.

I could tell by his breathing that Master Scott was fast-approaching orgasm. He encouraged Ducati to squat on the edge of the bed so he could pound him mercilessly. I fed my thumb into the boy’s mouth and he sucked it gratefully before kissing me with extreme fondness as Master Scott fucked him with more and more intensity. I know from previous observation that Scott is a man whose nipples are directly wired to his dick, so I squeezed them, flicked them and twisted them as he wound himself up towards the point of no return. He gasped, gritted his teeth and exploded deep inside the boy. I don’t know how much semen poured out of him, but it must have been a heavy load. As the master pulled out, the cum squirted out in his dick’s wake, spraying flecks of jizz all over the crimson sheets. It was, without question, one of the best displays of carnal attraction that I have ever witnessed. And believe me, I have witnessed many!