I’ve been here for just over a year now, but it feels like forever. To be honest, I look back on my life before my apprenticeship and it all seems a little listless and grey. I had no purpose. There was very little excitement in my life…
These days I feel alive. My body feels awake. I now know the true meaning of pleasure. I work hard. I work out. I eat well. I dress well. I know who I am and I’m proud of who I’ve become. I embrace every lesson that I’m taught and am confident that, one day very soon, when my apprenticeship comes to an end, I’ll enter the world as a man with nothing to fear.
My Sacrament took place yesterday evening with Master Scott. I was so happy when I learned that he was due to oversee the ceremony as something remarkably profound had happened to me the first time I met him. He’d been tasked with disciplining me and he did so with his hands. In the process he introduced me to a sensation of extreme pleasure which I will never be able to forget. The idea of meeting him again and taking things to the next level was immensely exciting and I could barely sleep the night before. By the time I’d reached the chamber, however, the excitement had given way to nerves. What if I ended up disappointing him? What if this ritual was too much for me to cope with?
Master Scott met me in a sub chamber. He was wearing the bird-like mask which many of the masters wear for these rituals. They always make me feel a little uncomfortable. He escorted me into the chamber which was dark and candlelit. Eerie shadows danced around in the flickering light and added considerably to my sense of unease. There was a padded table or altar of some sort in the middle of the space. The top of it was covered in leather. It looked a little like one of those fancy desks that the wealthy businessmen have in their plush offices.
I tried to calm myself down, focusing on a mantra I’ve learned recently which I said over and over again in my head; “blind submission… blind submission…” When I’m really nervous, I’ve found that it’s always best to simply yield to the unknown. If you can’t control what’s happening to you, worrying about it is pointless. It’s like getting on a plane. If the thing’s gonna crash, it’s gonna crash, regardless of how much effort you put into worrying. You can’t get off. You just have to enjoy the ride.
As Master Scott gently pushed me against the table and began to touch me, his fingers gently working their way across my chest towards my tie, I realized what large hands he has, and then, when I looked up at his face, I could see his eyes twinkling in the gloom underneath the mask. I don’t know why I found that so exciting. I felt my body melting somehow. My legs instantly turned to jello.
He stood behind me, undid my belt and lowered my pants before running his hands up and down my stomach and chest until everything started to tingle and I heard myself groaning. Every part of my body wanted him, every inch of me - inside and out - desired his powerful touch.
I was ordered to sit on the table and immediately did as I was told, parting my legs as wide as I dared in the hope of enticing him without seeming inappropriate or too easy. He removed his mask and I got to look at him properly again; his sleek, steel-grey hair, his manly moustache, his kind eyes. His mouth inched towards mine and he kissed me tenderly, respectfully and lovingly. I knew then that he was feeling the same level of excitement as me. I knew he wanted me very greatly and I was his - and his only.
He turned me around and told me to place my knee up on the table with one foot remaining on the floor so that my back was arched and my butt looked full and round. He slowly pulled my underpants down, squatted between my legs and then began to work his tongue into my hole, his sexy moustache prickling my ass cheeks and setting me on fire.
I could hear him undressing as he worked on my ass. The rustle of his clothing being unbuttoned sent shivers down my spine because it told me that I was inching closer to what I desired most of all, which was to have his cock inside me for the first time, something which had eluded us in our previous encounter. I somehow knew that the act of penetration was all that was needed to seal us together mentally, physically and permanently.
He turned me onto my back and stood between my wide-open legs, removing his belt and unzipping his fly before pulling out his huge, erect penis from the fabric cage of his underpants. He continued to ask if I was okay, if I was comfortable and if I was happy. I liked that he was so caring and attentive.
I returned to my first position with one leg up on the table and I felt the red-hot heat of his fat, nine-inch dick sliding into my body, pushing my ass cheeks apart and forcing itself into my guts. The sensation was immediately pleasurable. It would be hard to imagine a more remarkable ride. The harder he went, the more I longed for him.
We changed positions so that I was on my back again, legs wide open, staring into his eyes. Looking into his face as he speared me with his dick was beautiful. It was a sensation I instantly realized I could never grow tired of. He went so slowly, so seductively. I realized then that my hand had made its way down to my own cock. At first I was jerking myself absentmindedly and then with far more conscious effort because I suddenly realized that I needed to shoot my load. I needed the release. I could have screamed anything at that moment; told him I was in love with him, told him I’d do anything for him, told him I belonged to him…
He said that he was close. Then he started to ram me hard. Then he roared and grunted and I felt his load flying deep into my ass, filling me up. As he pulled out, the semen started to ooze out of me, but I wanted to hold it in. I wanted him to be inside me for as long as possible. The longer I kept it inside me, the more chance I had of him being there somehow forever.