Ordination – Maxx Monroe, Matthew Figata
It hadn’t been long since Apprentice Monroe’s disciplinary rituals at the hands of Grand Master Wolf. The Apprentice had been abused beyond measure, but not cruelly. There was a great emptying of him, yes, but what was removed from him was doubt and worry. In its place, administered directly into his body through the Order’s orgasmic rituals, Apprentice Monroe found his calling. He found purpose.
Which led to that night’s invitation. Master Figata, dressed in a white suit with starched white buttons and tie, led the boy with his large, stony hands into a room for what was declared to be his “ordination.” The room was white, bright, immaculate with otherworldly energy, as if plucked from a distant century ago. There was a temple sofa bed, little furniture and a sofa.
Master Figata sat down and brought the boy. The Master fixed the boy with a hard gaze, his eyes shining with confidence. “You know why you’re here, right?”
It had been some time since this Apprentice had last seen Master Figata. The Master was the one who called him to the quiet hiss of the office’s air conditioner. There, Master Figata interrogated the young apprentice about whether or not he was attracted to men. It seemed foolish to have denied the question then – doubly so now, here in the ordination hall, where he gave a very different answer.
“Yes,” Monroe was happy to sit on the sofa, weak in the knees from only being in the presence of one of the Order’s masters.
Master Figata could feel the difference in the boy’s energy, the difference in his awareness of what his purpose was – both within the Order and outside it. He took off the boy’s tie, then his shirt, then his pants. Slowly, with the sanctity he deserves, Master Figata undressed the apprentice, leaving him with only a piece of clothing. The boy’s hardened bulge was soon free of all restraints. Free to serve your Master.
Monroe hadn’t been with many men, just those within the Order, really, but each of those moments was special to him and charged with revelation. Since the Order had been in touch, this was the first time he had revisited a Master from his previous stage of calling, so long ago that he was certain he had become a different person. He was electrified by this, when Master Figata stripped down to his underwear, the boy could barely help but bury his face in his Master’s nether regions. There was no need to rush – Master Figata’s strong grip slowed the boy and set their muzzles into obedient rhythm.
At first, Master’s taste was sweet and not entirely unfamiliar. A taste that he could define as desire, love, longing. But when the Master’s scent penetrated the boy’s nostrils, that sweet taste transformed into something much more exciting. He sucked and choked on the Master’s giant cock, a mixture of drool and precum running down his chin, until Figata was satisfied with his boy’s subtlety.
