The time has come for apprentice Woodz to be given his Ordination. Being on his knees, looking up at the master’s tall, chiseled torso, hearing him gasp and groan with pleasure and lust, made apprentice Woodz worship his cock with more attention and reverence than he’s had for any other master. He wants more than anything in the world to draw those sounds out of the man’s chest. He could almost wish that he could drive the man to come just with his mouth and throat, but then he wouldn’t fuck him. Master Stryker does fuck him, though. Slow and deep, with the same focused concentration the boy had when he sucked him. Apprentice Woodz never thought that this journey that began with his nervous denial that he had ever had thoughts about men would lead to this moment when he would give his body to this virile powerful man with such joy. Apprentice Woodz would have begged for his cum, but he didn’t have to. Like a runaway train or a raging storm, nothing is going to stop the man until he has plowed every drop in his balls as deep into the boy’s guts as his large cock will reach. Apprentice Woodz is left smiling, breathless, and still wanting more.