Second Anointing – Jack Andram, Legrand Wolf
When Apprentice Andram was directed to the holy chambers – a mystical place of thin drapes and oppressive beauty – he was no longer the uncertain boy the Order first interviewed a long time ago. He had been investigated by Master Kemp, ordained by Master Figata, and disciplined thoroughly by Masters Fantana and Cox. Those giant men had passed the little boy down the assembly line of his crushes, inspecting his progress and preparing him to meet their most enigmatic and prominent member – Grand Master Legrand.
Master Legrand waited in an impeccable white suit, alabaster tie, and cream suspenders. Every aspect of the imposing man was pure power, pure masculinity, pure certainty. With a steely grip, he gripped the boy in his big hands.
He muttered holy words and pulled Jack out of his compass-covered shirt. He massaged his chest and traced callused fingers over his stomach and groin. Within a moment, he had Jack shivering, wet with sweat.
Legrand undressed Jack in only his wedding robes, which added to the boy’s excitement. When Legrand finally fished Jack’s member out of his last cloth, Jack felt himself melt in Legrand’s arms. It was as if the entire Order embraced him and held him safe and contained in their hands.
The grand master led his apprentice to the holy altar, which was covered in soft red cloth. Aside from Jack’s pale body, it was the only source of color in the sacred chambers. His body was placed there and forced to writhe under Legrand’s well-trained mouth.
The master tasted the flavors of the boy’s taint and limb. He made sure that every part of Jack’s sensitive anatomy tasted the way it should, and responded to the Order’s touch as expected.
Scattered and scattered across the altar, the tiny tail begged the master to take it. And not just to take her hole, or her lust, but to take her soul and lift it up. He wanted Master Legrand to fuck him so thoroughly that it would raise him higher in the Order’s estimation, and rub just a little bit of the master’s power into him.
He wanted to be a vessel into which the Order itself would insert itself, into whatever orifice it wanted, with whatever meaning came with it…
And that’s exactly what Master Legrand was there to do—insert meaning directly into the boy’s innards, with a controlled agony and ecstasy that can only be obtained through his hips, intergenerational thrusts, and considerable seeds.
