The Interview | APPRENTICE LAND | Chapter 1

I could tell Apprentice Land was hiding things from me. I’m an expert in body language and have been around long enough to know when a boy is holding back. I decided to bring him in for a thorough interview in the hopes that he might open up a little bit. Psychological barriers, like the ones he’s demonstrating, always prevent a boy from becoming a man of substance.

As he sat down opposite me, my first observation of him was that he was nervous. Eyes darting, words reluctant to escape his lips. My second observation was that he looked damned hot in a shirt and tie, with his tight little thighs crammed into well-tailored suit pants. If his dark secret was what I expected, then they would be free of their constraints soon.

In my experience, the most effective results are achieved by catching a boy entirely off-guard. You put him at his ease with an innocuous conversation about his hopes for the future, or his hobbies, or his stepfamily life. Then, you throw him a curveball about his sexual habits.

My preferred line of questioning centers around whether they masturbate. All boys do, but at that age they regard the habit with a curious mixture of pride and shame. The mere mention of it usually catches them off-guard. From then on, it becomes relatively easy to ramp up the heat. Fire off question-after-question about the boy’s sexual interests, and it rapidly places them in a position where they’re unable to keep up a facade of heterosexuality.

Apprentice Land didn’t know whether he was coming or going by the time I’d finished questioning him. I asked him repeatedly if he was attracted to men and he repeatedly told me that he wasn’t. His face got redder as he tried to believe the lies he was telling, but when I finally placed my hand on his thigh, the boy nearly leapt out of his skin. And on the subject of leaping, it was clear from the bulge just below his belt that his dick was making every effort to leap out of his pants. He put his hand over his crotch and I brushed it aside.

I told him to stand, then ordered him to pull his pants down. He did so without hesitation. It impressed me. Then, I instructed him to remove his tie. He did so, but then started to shake uncontrollably when I began to undo the buttons on his shirt. The boy had plainly entered a state of complete sexual arousal, and would yield to his calling fully.

I tied his hands together behind the chair. ****** a boy in this manner allows his dick to do the talking. Regardless of what he says, or even what he wants to believe, his true feelings will be expressed by his most honest appendage. Tying him up is also an act of humiliation. It makes the boy associate feelings of arousal with an appropriate sense of submission. He’ll soon learn that he has a predetermined role to play in any future sexual interaction.

I ran my fingers gently over his body. His dick bounced, swelled. The impressive outline of it in his semi-see-through garments was a thing of great beauty. I pushed my hand below his waistband and began to play with his balls. His entire body trembled.

I removed my jacket and knelt down, using my lips and tongue to stimulate the tip of his penis. I pushed his tight garments to the floor. He’d plainly never been pleasured orally before; you could see on his face how it blew his young mind!

His ass was every bit as tight as I hoped it would be. By the time I’d licked my finger and started to explore his hole he was moaning, shuddering and groaning wildly. I could see the goosebumps breaking out all over his youthful body.

I’m confident nothing ever passed through that sphincter, so when I took my trusty perspex dildo and began to push it into him, he reached a state of near-fever-pitch which caused his cock to start leaking pre-cum. I don’t suppose he knew that anything had the capacity to feel that good. I knew he wasn’t far away from climax.

I started to jerk him off and he threw himself back in the chair, eyes rolling to the back of his head. An impressive snake of semen suddenly sprung from the throbbing head of his dick, coating, first, my hand, and then his thigh with a healthy dose of the sticky stuff. I encouraged him to lick from my hand before, then, as he did, I kissed him tenderly.

My methods are tried and true. I suspect Apprentice Land appreciates them better after this encounter.