Apprentices are not really meant to talk to each other about the various rituals which take place during our training. I have, of course, longed to talk to someone my own age about my experiences here, if not just to get a sense of whether anyone else’s training has been as confusing as mine. Occasionally, often when we’re eating together, someone will make an oblique reference to one of the ceremonies, and everyone will pretend they didn’t hear it while desperately looking around the table to get a sense of whether the word has resonated with anyone else.
The ceremony I’d never heard mention of is The Endowment. When I was called for mine, I even looked the word up in a dictionary to see if it would give me any sense of what to expect. It didn’t. All I knew was that my Endowment was to be overseen by Master Scott and this was information which made me feel considerably calmer about things. The truth is that I’ve found myself powerfully drawn to Master Scott ever since I arrived here and, a few months ago, when I was finally given the opportunity to yield to him, I accepted it gladly.
I was proud and more than a little excited to enter the Endowment Chamber side-by-side with Master Scott. He was dressed in a beautifully-fitted white suit and I’d been ordered to wear a floating ceremonial gown which barely protected my modesty. A year ago, clothing like that would have caused me a great deal of embarrassment, but this afternoon I took it all in stride. This place has definitely taught me to embrace both the unknown and the uncomfortable.
Scott reached behind the curtain and pulled a lever which made a bell ring. A deep voice spoke, asking what it was that we required. Master Scott replied on my behalf, saying that I needed light and knowledge. The whole thing was bewildering in the extreme, but utterly compelling; like the sort of riddle you get in Harry Potter. The voice then instructed Master Scott to present me at the veil. I could feel my face flushing red.
Master Scott ordered me to kneel on a cushion which was right in front of the wall of curtains, and moments later, an enormous penis appeared in my face! I’m not gonna lie; it kinda made me jump, and it was so strange to see it disembodied like that. Thoughts immediately started bouncing through my mind wondering who it might belong to, and let me tell you; it takes a great deal of trust and courage to put a random dick into your mouth. But, after a moment of hesitation, I decided that it was my duty to go ahead and service it anyway.
As I began to run my lips up and down the shaft, I realized how turned on I was. I found myself imagining that I was pleasuring all manner of different masters; all the ones, in fact, that I’ve seen in the complex but not yet had a chance to serve. It was a beautiful penis. A giant penis. Whoever it was deserved my undivided attention. As I sucked and licked it, Master Scott ran his hands reassuringly over my neck and shoulders, before stooping down to pull the robe from my body, leaving me naked and vulnerable. A hand emerged from behind the curtain. It grabbed the back of my head and pulled me further onto the dick until I was ready to gag.
Kneeling behind me, Master Scott allowed his hand to make its way down my back. It rested on my butt, where his long fingers began to push against my hole. The whole thing was extraordinarily exciting. The aspect of anonymity was a little scary, but the presence of Master Scott, guiding my every move, made it both reassuring and utterly thrilling.
Master Scott stood and began to undress himself, slowly slipping out of his jacket before removing his tie and seductively undoing his shirt buttons. I focussed on the task in front of me, but could hear the exciting squeak of leather as he unbuckled his belt, followed by the erotic rustle of him pushing down his pants. I didn’t need to look around to know what his body looked like. The image is emblazoned on my mind from the last time I was with him. Those highly muscular thighs, that huge bulge fighting to escape from his flimsy, tight garment shorts, the washboard stomach, those chunky, manly calves. Master Scott is the epitome of manhood alright. He knelt next to me again and his hard dick brushed against my elbow. I was desperate to look at him, but my task was to continue to suck the disembodied dick in front of me.
Master Scott’s hand returned to my ass and then I felt the tickle of his mustache brushing between my cheeks before his tongue made contact with my hole. I instantly felt a rush of intense pleasure. It was as though I were somehow opening up for him. He knelt up and I felt his dick resting on my ass cheek. I longed for it to penetrate me and drew my entire body backwards and forwards to stimulate it further. The moment felt so profoundly erotically charged. He squatted behind me. I could smell his beautiful scent as he slowly pushed his penis into me. The sensation made me gasp out loud.
The man behind the veil brought his hand to his dick and started to jerk himself. A few minutes later he announced that he was close. Master Scott, now fucking me full tilt, pulled my neck from behind; a gesture which indicated I was to take the stranger’s ejaculate in my mouth. Then the mystery penis exploded with great intensity - right into my eye, over my lips and then across my cheek and neck. It gushed down the side of my body like a waterfall. I tried to lick it dry, but Master Scott was banging me with such force that it was all I could do to keep myself from shaking uncontrollably. I could feel Master Scott’s pre-cum dripping out of my hole and rolling onto my ball sack as he rammed himself in and out of me. Faster and harder he went. I could sense that my body was pleasing him greatly. I kept turning around. I wanted to see that beautiful mustache and the look of intense pleasure etched into his face.
Finally he pulled out and pushed me onto my back on the cushion so that I could look at him properly. He shoved my legs into the air and inched into me again. The sensation of being fucked in that position was almost profound. I found my hand moving towards my dick and jerking myself - almost on autopilot. I realized I was close to shooting, but the way it suddenly flew out of my dick even took me by surprise. A great lump of it hit my shoulder. And then, just like that, I felt his load gushing into me. Squirt after squirt entered my body. And then he lent over me and kissed me so passionately and with such, I dunno, love and respect, that it would be hard to imagine anything that pleasurable occurring in my life ever again.