I’ve wanted to join the Brotherhood ever since I read about it in a dusty old book I found in my grandfather’s attic. I was instantly intrigued. The book must have been a hundred years old and filled with all sorts of mystical symbols.
I took the book home with me and looked up some of his more bizarre quotes on the internet. Most searches turned up nothing but pages of sheer nonsense, but when I started to take a closer look, I realized I’d stumbled upon some kind of secret code that took hours of obsessive work to crack.
Learning is rare. Applicants for internships are carefully screened. Only those who give in completely to the process are successful. Asking questions would instantly lead to dismissal…
I ended up finding the contact details of a doorman, and after a few weeks I received emails full of somewhat intrusive questions. Eventually, I was told to report to a secret location.
I should tell no one where I was. It all felt incredibly exciting and it wasn’t until I was on the train heading to the secret location that I started to feel anxious. On the one hand, I had been chasing this intriguing, mystical dream for months and months, but on the other, I had no idea who this group really was.
I could be walking into a trap and no one in the world had any idea where I was going! I almost got off the train right there, but something told me I was about to discover something very special.
I ended up in the Brotherhood’s central compound. I was led to my room by another of the apprentices. I instinctively knew I shouldn’t ask any questions about her experiences, no matter how much I was dying to.
I stayed in my room for a while, not really knowing what to do until a note was shoved under my door with a map of the complex. The message told me to wash, dress properly, and report to a specific room for a preliminary interview with Master Kamp.
My heart instantly started beating. I had no idea what to expect but I immediately did as I was told and half an hour later I was knocking on the door to the designated room…
I heard a voice telling me to come in, so I walked cautiously into what turned out to be an entirely white room. It was totally disorienting. The hallway outside was dark and gloomy so it felt a bit like entering heaven or something!
Master Kamp instructed me to sit in an ornate chair, which looked so fancy that I was nervous about sitting in it. I think he was about fifty years old. He was dressed very elegantly – full suit, tie and suspenders – all in white. He smelled like good aftershave, lightly tinted with cigar smoke. He was certainly intimidating. He had a strong German accent that made me feel like I was being interrogated and he sounded a little volatile….
He started asking me questions. Question scores. Endless questions. The veto on issues imposed on me was totally one-sided!
I was quite shocked when he started questioning me about my love life. Not that I didn’t want to answer, but there wasn’t much to say because I’ve always kept to myself in that regard.
I was never very interested in girls. They always seemed a little too much work, to be honest. I mean, I always thought I’d settle down and get married and have kids, but I’m in no rush to do so. The kids at school were always talking about masturbating and such, but to be honest, it always sounded a little confusing.
So anyway, when he asked me if I was ever attracted to men, I was totally surprised. What the hell made you ask the question? So he started this whole thing about whether I was worthy enough to join the Brotherhood, telling me he needed to establish what my boundaries were. Obviously I told him I didn’t have any…
…So he told me to take off my clothes!
I was totally stunned. I could feel my heart beating like a drum in my ear and the blood rushing to my face. I felt so embarrassed, but I tried to look as cool as I could, so I got up and without even flinching started to undress.
I went down to my regular panties. They gave me a special set of underwear when I arrived at the compound and I was instructed to wear them at all times. I put them on for the first time before the interview and stood there for a while, looking in the mirror, horrified to find that they were a bit see-through. I could see my nipples through them, my pubic hair and the outline of my cock.
Master Kamp told me to sit down again before firing off more questions about whether I was attracted to men; so if I was attracted to him, and if I wasn’t, I would need to prove it.
