Something has changed in me since joining the Order. I do not have enough words to say exactly what I mean, but I guess, beneath their watch, I’ve started to feel a little bit greater amount like a man.
It helps this we have to dress formally here. I never leave my room these days without wearing a shirt and fix. It makes me feel so grown up! I love the way the pants cling to my legs. I enjoy the soft kiss of the cotton shirt against my torso and the way this the dart at the asshole of my silk bound up every once in a while brushes against the back of my hand.
I find myself looking at one more man in the complex, wondering if they’re having similar thoughts. I find myself drawn to the Masters in particular, because they are on all occasions so spectacularly well-turned-out. They at all times smell true worthy, too; I love passing them in the corridor and allowing myself to be engulfed by the cloud of expensive scent which at all times follows in their wake.
When I was told this my interview would be with Master Figata, I felt a rush of adrenaline. Last week, chap delivered a talk to the new apprentices which I found life-changing. I just stared up at him, astounded by his pearls of wisdom while allowing his unfathomable, resonant voice to massage my ears.
I entered the interview room and Master Figata told me to sit down next to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him; up close, boy was even more tempting. All sorts of crazy and inappropriate thoughts were bouncing throughout this my head. Yet, there was something about the way this guy was looking at me which told me this my thoughts were okay.
That chub instructed me to stand and remove my restrain, shirt and pants. For some motive it felt like the most natural request in the world, so I did as told, never once even thinking to question why. Dude watched me intently as I undressed. My dick vulva promptly. I knew it would be tenting like crazy in my garments, but realized there was nothing I could do to cover it up.
Chap sat me back down one greater amount time, took my arms, and then restrained em behindhand the chair. 1 more time, there could have been no other circumstance in the world where this would have seemed anything other than terrifying, but as I felt his massive fingers brush against me, my wrists yielded to the knot. My dick throbbed.
This chub started to touch me so softly and gently this, formerly I knew it, my entire skin was overspread in gooseflesh. I’m not going to lie—I am very inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. I have, for some time, known this my lustful urges were of a homosexual nature, and though I’ve never attempted to suppress em, I fantasize the right fortune had never presented itself to me. If this was to be my induction—right here, right instantly, with that nice-looking older man—I could in reality count myself as the luckiest guy on the planet, right?
And then, everything seemed to go silent. I was unthoughtly aware of the sound of my breath, the distant hum of a faulty electric light, and the rustle of Master Figata’s fingertips as they drifted across my undershirt. This guy was so fine-looking in his white suit. At this moment, I would have done anything this guy asked me to.
Man touched me all over my flesh. Every time his fingers came to rest, I felt somehow more alive. When that guy started to run his fingers up and down the shaft of my dick, I honestly thought I was going to explode. Guy pulled down my underpants and demonstrated my dick to the room. My instinct was to reach out and touch him, but since my hands were firmly bound behindhand my back, there would be no such reprieve. Guy was wholly in control. In my mind, I begged him to go on.
Bloke licked his finger and pressed it against my apperture. Fellow teased me. Buddy knew I craved it, but dude kept me waiting for what felt like an eternity. I closed my eyes in a state of pure excitement and, when I opened em again, that guy was holding a stuff which I figured was some sort of dildo. Guy carefully rubbed oil into it before positioning it against my hole…
The next moment, I felt him pushing it into me. Nothing had ever been up there before and the sensation was somewhere between agony and ecstasy. The more it hurt, however, the greater it felt; I could feel the precum forming on the tip of my dick. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to last. I willed myself not to cum.
Man took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. My mind started dancing, wondering what was going to happen next. Man rubbed oil into my dick, and, formerly I knew it, bloke was jerking me off. The dildo was still unfathomable in my ass, pushing me open. Waves of fun crashed through my body with each jerk.
I knew I was ’bout to shoot. I held on for as long as I could but it was all too much much. That guy started to bite my nipp. Just the brush of his lips was what tipped me over the brink. My dick exploded into the palm of his hand. It was a remarkable moment; more intensive than every orgasm I have ever experienced.
Then boy kissed me tenderly and, at this exact moment, I suddenly and in conclusion understood precisely who I am. Somehow, each and every interaction with The Order brings such clarity.

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