I was utterly terrified when I walked into the room and was instructed to sit down next to Master Stone. He told me I needed to be completely honest with him. His voice was low, resonant and masculine.

He placed his hand on my thigh and asked if I was attracted to other boys. I said I wasn’t. Then he asked if I was attracted to older men. I hesitated. My mouth was dry. He told me to stand, then ordered me to remove my shirt.Then he instructed me to take off my pants. I obliged.

He said he needed to restrain my hands behind the chair before starting to touch me again. He asked if he was arousing me. I said he wasn’t, but didn’t know if that was changing right before my eyes. I liked feeling close to such a powerful man.

He started to play with my nipples. The sensation sent a rush of intense pleasure through my body. Before long, he was rubbing the palm of his hand over my bulge.

He did things to me with his lips and hands which I couldn’t believe were happening. When he touched the tip of my penis with his mouth, I thought I was going to explode. My body belonged to Master Stone. His pleasure was my pleasure.

He released my hands and allowed me to stroke myself while he pushed his fingers inside my hole. I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer. I gripped the base of my dick and suddenly felt the semen seeping out of the tip and slowly rolling down the shaft. I suddenly felt complete. I’m beginning to understand my true purpose.