I walked into Master Snow’s office and found him at his desk. He instructed me to sit down and told me that the ritual we were about to embark upon would advance me into the Brotherhood. After asking me a series of humiliating questions, he pushed a glass vessel towards me and instructed me to drink from it, telling me that, from now on, I’d need to do everything he ordered me to do.

Snow stood up and walked behind me. I felt his fingers pushing up the collar of my shirt and removing my tie. His hands were suddenly all over me, touching every part of my body.

Then he instructed me to climb onto his desk, pulling my garments down and pushing his mouth against my butt. The thought of having penetrative sex had always terrified me, but now, in the heat of the moment, I wanted it more than anything.

He pulled me down from the desk then pushed me up against it. He pulled my neck back until I could barely breathe and then started really pounding me. Just as I thought he’d given me everything he was capable of giving, he’d dial it up another notch until I wondered if he’d eventually tear me apart.

I knew he was going to shoot. The speed of his strokes reached a massive climax and his breathing suddenly became labored. He pulled out and, seconds later, I felt the cum hitting my skin and dripping down my sides. I was finally a man. And I was his.