The Ordination | APPRENTICE TATE | Chapter 7

Apprentice Tate is nearing the end of his training. Since his arrival here, he’s been put through his paces, and the transformation has been extraordinary; he was once an unkempt, tattooed, arrogant wild child, but he’s become a thoughtful, open and compliant young man. The Masters are incredibly pleased with his progress. I have taken a great personal interest in the boy’s development and consider myself lucky enough to have been present at many of the rituals which have made him who he now is. It has been a pleasure both to instruct him and to observe his being instructed by some of the finest Masters in The Order.

I was thrilled, therefore, to be tasked with the honor of overseeing his all-important Ordination, which is widely regarded as the completion of an Apprentice’s lengthy journey. Many fall by the wayside and only the very finest Apprentices reach this stage. An Ordination is the point at which a boy fulfills the promise of purpose and becomes a member of The Order.

In short, it’s the moment when a boy becomes a man.

The Ordination room is rarely visited. It’s reserved exclusively for this sacred ritual and the space feels incredibly weighty as a result. I was quite taken-aback when I walked in. It felt very still in there, somehow. The atmosphere was heavy and dark.

I could tell that Apprentice Tate was similarly taken aback when he entered. He was probably also a bit freaked out to find me sitting there. I’m aware that I have a reputation for being a little aloof, maybe even bordering on uncaring. I make no apologies for this, of course; it gives me an edge and I believe it’s vital to maintain an air of suspicion at all times. But when a boy’s come as far as Apprentice Tate has come, it’s impossible to suppress the warmer version of myself. If truth be told, I felt incredibly proud of him and knew this was going to have a profound effect on the way I carried out my duties. As I sat next to him on the couch and looked into those big blue eyes, I felt genuine desire stirring in my loins.

I instructed him to remove his shirt and tie. The boy has never quite mastered the art of tying a proper knot, but there is a considerable amount of charm in the effort that he puts into that particular task. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he fixed me with a lust-laden look.

He stood up to remove his pants. His belt squeaked and rattled metallically as it was unbuckled. My dick twitched. There are some noises which I associate almost exclusively with sex, and that was one of them. As is, of course, the sound of a fly being slowly unzipped. That particular sound is imbued with anticipation. Will the boy already be hard? Does he yet know how much he wants this?

The Ordination requires the Master to perform a specific act of service on the Apprentice, so once the boy had stripped down to his garments, I encouraged him to sit on the couch before I knelt down in front of him and removed his socks. It is a moment of great significance. It is the first time since arrival that the Apprentice experiences power over another man. It’s a power which will grow exponentially after becoming a member of The Order. I could see in his face, and in the bulge in his underwear, that Tate was going to fully embrace his new identity. It has been clear to me for some time that he has the potential to become a very fine Master. Massaging his feet was a great privilege, one which he plainly found erotic.

I stood and ordered him to unzip my pants, removing my suit jacket as he dutifully leant forward to oblige. He knew only too well what was inside and he might as well have been licking his lips as he uncovered his prize. He slowly ran his hand over my dick which was bulging in my nearly-see-through garments. I removed my tie as he released the beast from its fabric cage, and ran his lips over its swollen tip.

Apprentice Tate gives incredible head. He’s always possessed an almost paranormal ability to deliver exactly what your cock wanted at any given moment and he wasn’t prissy in any way shape or form. He regularly gagged in the process of delivering pure satisfaction to his Masters. He also repeatedly looked up at me with those cute blue eyes, as though saying “is this okay, Sir? Am I making you proud?” The answer, of course, was always yes.

His pert little ass made me tremble as I uncovered it. It was clear that my big dick would soon be deep inside it, but this time would be different. This time I’d be making love to Apprentice Tate. I got my tongue between his butt cheeks, pulling out all the stops to send him into a state of desperate carnal desire. He gasped and whimpered, responding to every flick of my tongue.

He was ready. I knelt behind him and began to push my throbbing dick into his hole. He panicked momentarily, but I kissed his neck and whispered that I’d go slowly. It took a great deal of concentration on both of our parts for me to get fully inside him, but after a great deal of encouragement I achieved my goal. We kissed tenderly while I slowly inched my dick in and out of his young hole which was gripping every last inch of my penis like a clamp. The two of us drifted into a kind of trance where we became one throbbing, writhing, groaning, fully-aroused sexual being.

I turned him around and ground myself into him from behind, pulling his body up against mine and holding him tightly in my arms. In that position I was able to go particularly deep and he responded with a mixture of surprise and incredible excitement.

I pushed him onto his back again, realizing that I was missing the pleasurable experience of looking into his beautiful eyes. I wanted to see the look on his face as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. His eyes rolled back in his head and he gritted his teeth. He was fully engaged, totally into me and loving every second of the ride. I went harder and faster, then harder, then faster until he was wailing like a dog in heat.

It was clear that I wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer. It would be impossible for any man to fuck at that intensity for any meaningful period of time. I pulled out and gave my dick a couple of tugs before blowing semen all over his belly, chest and face. The spunk flew through the air like a bullet from a gun. Sure, I’d shot my load, but I knew at that moment that we were nowhere near done.