It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt that scared. As I walked to the interview room down all those dusty hallways, I started to realize how desperate I was to join The Order. It was vital for me to make a good first impression. I must have stood in front of my mirror that morning for at least an hour, making sure there wasn’t a hair out of place on my head, and attempting to get the knot of my tie looking as perfect as possible.

Master Napoli did things to me that I didn’t know could be done. I experienced sensations which blew my mind and entirely changed the way that I perceive myself.

It feels like forever since I was initiated into The Order. I can’t really remember how it felt to be that young, innocent boy who walked into the chamber, heart pounding like crazy in my mouth, wondering what on earth I’d gotten myself into, terrified that I’d embarrass myself, or, worse still, the Master.

From time to time we like to test our Apprentices—catching them off guard when they’re least expecting it, just to remind them that the oaths they make are full-time commitments and not just reserved for official rituals. I was particularly thrilled to be tasked with devising and overseeing a test for Apprentice Devall.

It doesn’t really matter how many times you meet with the Masters. They always seem to have an ability to catch you off guard. Last month, I was ambushed in the woods, blindfolded and dragged into a room I didn’t even know existed. I was given a secret name which I’m not allowed to share with anyone. I don’t even dare write it down because it sometimes feels like even the walls are watching me in this place. The Masters seem to know pretty much everything about me—everything I’m even thinking. It’s both terrifying and hugely exciting.

Walking into that room was not exactly easy. Most of the ceremonial chambers I’ve visited in the past have been pure white—almost blindingly so. This one was pitch black. The only light came from a few candles which were flickering, casting crazy shadows which seemed to dance in the darkness.

When I discovered I’d been the subject of a disciplinary hearing, I was shocked and incensed. I’m always well-behaved. Being good is in my DNA. The idea that the masters had been forced to discuss my conduct was bad enough, but the fact that they’d come to the conclusion that I needed to be punished was almost incomprehensible. What had I done? Every time I think I’ve got a handle on my apprenticeship here, I get blindsided. It never gets any easier.

I’d seen Master Stone around a fair amount. There was something about him which always seemed to make me blush. He’s like the ultimate stepdaddy somehow. He’s a tall Silver Fox who’s almost dreamily handsome. He’s usually quite smiley as well but then, one day, I saw him shouting at one of the other apprentices and it was pretty much the most terrifying thing I’d ever witnessed, so I made a note to myself then and there never to get on his bad side. Of course, seeing him all puffed-up and aggressive like that immediately put him to the top of my list of fantasies. The trouble with this place is that once your sexual awakening has been overseen by one of the masters, all you can think about is well… sex.

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…

Ever since overseeing his Second Anointing, I’ve wanted to spend more time with Apprentice Devall. He’s a popular boy, however, and there’s always a long queue of masters waiting to take him to the next stage of his journey. He is, afterall, utterly exquisite. He has a beautiful complexion, a stunning profile, he’s always immaculately turned out with his neat little body and the most perfect cock which is always rock hard and ready for adventure. Looking through his notes, I see the boy has been very much put through his paces during his apprenticeship. He’s passed every test with flying colors and great things are expected of him.

I love it when an apprentice gets within touching distance of being accepted into the order. His training is essentially complete. He’s learned the rules. He knows who he is. He knows why he’s here and he knows where he’s going. And as masters, we’re really just fine-tuning him and double-checking that he’s truly ready for his graduation.

As I stood in front of the mirror making sure my tie-knot was just so, I realized that my stomach was fluttering, filled to the brim with butterflies of excitement. Today was my ordination. My apprenticeship was about to end and I was on the cusp of starting a new chapter in my life. At times, my training has been brutal beyond words. The very fact that I’m still here and still standing, however, is something which makes me incredibly proud. I have been pushed to the very limits both physically and mentally, but every challenge has made me stronger, and, as I become a man, I do so knowing exactly what a man should be.

I’ve been sharing a room with Apprentice Devall since I arrived here. To be honest, I’ve always looked up to him enormously. He’s so much further along with his apprenticeship and, although we’re forbidden from discussing any aspect of our training, he gives me really good advice which has proved to be vital when things get a little untoward, which they have a habit of doing here.

I was pretty far along in my apprenticeship and was certainly well aware of the rules I was meant to abide by. Of course I wanted to remain in good standing with the leaders of The Order, so I knew better than to test their patience when it came to me pushing the boundaries that were already set in place.