The Interview - Apprentice Youthfull - Chapter 1
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Austin was a lil smallish for his age, but that didn’t change the fact that he was ready to commence taking on the responsibilities of adulthood. Austin’s parent had high expectations for him, and Austin did not want to disappoint. It was effortless for many to view at Austin and see him as a lil boy, but his old man knew it was time for him to participate in the traditions that he and his parent had experienced.Austin knew his dad was a member of a special club. Different from a bowling league or anything, it was something more secret. Even scary. Austin spent a pile of his childhood seeing as his dad and grandfather would go off on retreats and special outings, wondering what they were doing. All he knew was that they would come home late, stinking like campfire, with pleased smirks on their faces that made him curious.He didn’t know ...He didn’t know anything about it and was discouraged from even begging questions. It was always, “You’ll know when you get older” or “You’ll see one day.” Years handed with him in the dark until the day came his dad told him he was ready.Austin didn’t know how he was ready. He wasn’t well-prepped or trained or given any kind of warning. He still perceived like the youthfull man staying up late to observe his dad’s truck pull up in the driveway, expecting to get some sign of what he did with his secret nights. He still slept in the same smallish bed, his body scarcely changed, and still inexperienced in anything that would classify him as an adult. Nevertheless, he did not want to disappoint.Austin put on his hottest church attire. Jacket, shirt, tie, even his shiny shoes. His old man dropped him off at a unusual house and told him he’d wait for him. Austin perceived finer knowing his dad was waiting for him in the car, but deep down he wished he could go in with him. After all, he was a member of whatever this bar was. He thought he’d feel finer if he was just in the apartment with him, seeing him, looking after him. But he told him that he wasn’t going to always be around to shield him from things. That it was part of enlargening in size up that he had to face new things on his own.As he made his way into what perceived like a yam-sized temple, Austin met a tall, gruff-looking man who introduced himself as tormentor Kamp. He was clothed all in white, including his footwear and tie, standing about half a sole taller than Austin. He had a deep, European accent and a well-trimmed beard that made him view like a true specimen of masculinity. Austin’s sleek milky face, in contrast, had yet to sprout a single hair.The elderly man brought him into a private apartment where he sat the man down and commenced begging him a series of questions. Austin expected that, being the stepson of a member, tormentor Kamp would go effortless on him, providing him some assurance of safety. But as the questions became more personal, Austin wasn’t sure if it was OK for him to be by himself.Master Kamp inspected him about his attractions, whether or not he was interested in guys or girls, or even elderly men. Austin shook his head no, not sure what this had to do with anything. Kamp asked him more about his thoughts and fantasies, wondering if he watched porno or masturbated. Austin was highly much immature and had yet to even body out what to do with his erections, let alone seek out opportunities to love their use.Kamp was surprised. Even with Austin’s boyish demeanor and size, he would have assumed the youthfull man had pleasured himself before. Kamp asked Austin if he would be willing to submit to a ordinary test, something to help him with his introduction to the brotherhood. Austin agreed, expecting he could stir past the testing questions and get along with his initiation. After all, his dad was still sitting in the car… he did not want to disappoint.Master Kamp told him to remove his clothes, something that made Austin blush. He’d only ever stripped down in front of his doctor, and that perceived highly different than this. tormentor Kamp guaranteed him that it was OK in a highly paternal tone of approval. Austin desired to make him and his dad happy, so he stripped down to his underwear, leaving just a bony layer of clothing between him and the elderly stranger.Nervously, he followed tormentor Kamp’s instructions, sitting back in his chair and putting his arms behind him. Austin could feel a soft cable being strapped around his wrists, keeping him in place. Once Kamp completed cording the knot, Austin perceived frozen with fear. He didn’t know at all what was coming, but trusted that nothing would happen to him that hadn’t happened to his father. And yet, something about this seemed wrong…Master Kamp commenced running his palms over Austin’s body, perceiving his sleek flesh underneath his tee-shirt and toying with his nipples. Austin perceived his heart jump. No one had touched him like that before. tormentor Kamp could see every microexpression on his face like it was on a billboard. Every twist, tease, and fumble made Austin respond in the most unbelievable way possible, making the elderly man all the more nosey to test him.Sitting down close to him, Kamp commenced to run his palms over his thighs. They were as soft as silk with the most tender lil hairs. More peach fuzz than actual follicles. Austin gasped, his breath choppy and nervous, all the while perceiving his boner begin to grow.Austin watched as his member perked up in his shorts, excited by the elderly man’s exploration of his untouched flesh. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. His torso became hot, his loins tingled, and his lips perceived engorged and heavy. His facehole watered with each deep breath.Master Kamp watched in delight as Austin’s face twisted and responded. It was highly uncommon to have such a unspoiled man in his midst. Undiscovered, untested, and unsuspicious of his own desire. When he pulled the boy’s boner out of his underwear, he could see a view of worry in the boy’s face. No one had ever seen him nude before, let alone hard. But there, in Kamp’s hands, was Austin throbbing, rock rock hard erection. The first-ever man to ever lay eyes on it in Austin’s life. What a gift.Kamp gave it a lil slap, seeing Austin recoil in anguish as he expert the lashing sensation. He gave it another, tighter this time, and Austin pulled out a wail from deep in his gut. Not wanting to be fully sadistic, he gave the throbbing boner a gentle tug, jacking it and letting it feel the sheer pleasure that followed. Austin’s breath was shallow, cut off by short holds and sucks as he attempted to navigate the feelings between his legs. He didn’t know what was worse: having the man have fun with his cock, or thinking that he might stop.Master Kamp knew this man was ripe for pleasure. He needed to feel what it was like to be a man. Not just to get larger up and be brave, but to know the perceiving of release.He took a finger to his hole, softly shoveling it against it was the taut sphincter pushed back against him. Austin was nervous, sweat beginning to run in streams down his temples, frightened at what the elderly man was doing to his body. The clothed man pushed in, violating thru the boy’s resistance, perceiving the warm, soft innards of his rectum. Austin’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. perceiving the foreign thumbs stir inwards him was unlike anything he’d ever known. He didn’t have the words to describe it. All he could do was wail in a mingle of sheer pleasure and pain.It was then that tormentor Kamp took his other arm and commenced to work his cock. The boy’s guts took a deep intruding pounding from within as Kamp stroked, shoveling him to the threshold of what he could take. Austin perceived the strain house up inwards him, but he didn’t know what it meant. He thought he might burst, popping like a bubble. But it was new and terrifying. It perceived good, but he perceived deep down that it was wrong.Suddenly, he perceived something happen inwards him. Something that he couldn’t control. It was like a dam violating inwards him and a mighty reservoir busting free. In an instant, he perceived his a-hole tighten around the man’s finger, gripping it like a vice as a shot of white liquid spewed from the apex of his cock. It came out in waves, one after the other, covering the man’s arm and running in streams down onto his body. Austin pulled out a sob of sheer delight, unable to fathom what was going on inwards him.And almost as shortly as the moment came, it passed. Austin perceived his body tremble, wiggling with the man’s finger still inwards him. As excellent as it felt, he remembered where he was. Naked, strapped to a chair, alone with a strange, elderly man… all while his dad sat waiting in the car.Guilt amazed him. He instantly commenced to apologize. He watched in surprise as the elderly man tongued the fluid off of his fingers, degustating and savoring it. Instead of getting upset, the man seemed pleased. He leaned in and gave Austin a kiss. Austin smooched back, unsure of what else to do, degustating the strange, salty taste of his own cum on the man’s tongue.Master Kamp leaned back, saying him that he did exactly what he was supposed to do. It was a relief. Austin toyed it all back, not sure how much of it was planned or not. But he perceived good. He did it. He sat in the chair and suffered his introduction all on his own. Like a man. And he did not disappoint.
Austin was a lil smallish for his age, but that didn’t change the fact that he was ready to commence taking on the responsibilities of adulthood. Austin’s parent had high expectations for him, and Austin did not want to disappoint. It was effortless for many to view at Austin and see him as a lil boy, but his old man knew it was time for him to participate in the traditions that he and his parent had experienced.Austin knew his dad was a member of a special club. Different from a bowling league or anything, it was something more secret. Even scary. Austin spent a pile of his childhood seeing as his dad and grandfather would go off on retreats and special outings, wondering what they were doing. All he knew was that they would come home late, stinking like campfire, with pleased smirks on their faces that made him curious.He didn’t know ...He didn’t know anything about it and was discouraged from even begging questions. It was always, “You’ll know when you get older” or “You’ll see one day.” Years handed with him in the dark until the day came his dad told him he was ready.Austin didn’t know how he was ready. He wasn’t well-prepped or trained or given any kind of warning. He still perceived like the youthfull man staying up late to observe his dad’s truck pull up in the driveway, expecting to get some sign of what he did with his secret nights. He still slept in the same smallish bed, his body scarcely changed, and still inexperienced in anything that would classify him as an adult. Nevertheless, he did not want to disappoint.Austin put on his hottest church attire. Jacket, shirt, tie, even his shiny shoes. His old man dropped him off at a unusual house and told him he’d wait for him. Austin perceived finer knowing his dad was waiting for him in the car, but deep down he wished he could go in with him. After all, he was a member of whatever this bar was. He thought he’d feel finer if he was just in the apartment with him, seeing him, looking after him. But he told him that he wasn’t going to always be around to shield him from things. That it was part of enlargening in size up that he had to face new things on his own.As he made his way into what perceived like a yam-sized temple, Austin met a tall, gruff-looking man who introduced himself as tormentor Kamp. He was clothed all in white, including his footwear and tie, standing about half a sole taller than Austin. He had a deep, European accent and a well-trimmed beard that made him view like a true specimen of masculinity. Austin’s sleek milky face, in contrast, had yet to sprout a single hair.The elderly man brought him into a private apartment where he sat the man down and commenced begging him a series of questions. Austin expected that, being the stepson of a member, tormentor Kamp would go effortless on him, providing him some assurance of safety. But as the questions became more personal, Austin wasn’t sure if it was OK for him to be by himself.Master Kamp inspected him about his attractions, whether or not he was interested in guys or girls, or even elderly men. Austin shook his head no, not sure what this had to do with anything. Kamp asked him more about his thoughts and fantasies, wondering if he watched porno or masturbated. Austin was highly much immature and had yet to even body out what to do with his erections, let alone seek out opportunities to love their use.Kamp was surprised. Even with Austin’s boyish demeanor and size, he would have assumed the youthfull man had pleasured himself before. Kamp asked Austin if he would be willing to submit to a ordinary test, something to help him with his introduction to the brotherhood. Austin agreed, expecting he could stir past the testing questions and get along with his initiation. After all, his dad was still sitting in the car… he did not want to disappoint.Master Kamp told him to remove his clothes, something that made Austin blush. He’d only ever stripped down in front of his doctor, and that perceived highly different than this. tormentor Kamp guaranteed him that it was OK in a highly paternal tone of approval. Austin desired to make him and his dad happy, so he stripped down to his underwear, leaving just a bony layer of clothing between him and the elderly stranger.Nervously, he followed tormentor Kamp’s instructions, sitting back in his chair and putting his arms behind him. Austin could feel a soft cable being strapped around his wrists, keeping him in place. Once Kamp completed cording the knot, Austin perceived frozen with fear. He didn’t know at all what was coming, but trusted that nothing would happen to him that hadn’t happened to his father. And yet, something about this seemed wrong…Master Kamp commenced running his palms over Austin’s body, perceiving his sleek flesh underneath his tee-shirt and toying with his nipples. Austin perceived his heart jump. No one had touched him like that before. tormentor Kamp could see every microexpression on his face like it was on a billboard. Every twist, tease, and fumble made Austin respond in the most unbelievable way possible, making the elderly man all the more nosey to test him.Sitting down close to him, Kamp commenced to run his palms over his thighs. They were as soft as silk with the most tender lil hairs. More peach fuzz than actual follicles. Austin gasped, his breath choppy and nervous, all the while perceiving his boner begin to grow.Austin watched as his member perked up in his shorts, excited by the elderly man’s exploration of his untouched flesh. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. His torso became hot, his loins tingled, and his lips perceived engorged and heavy. His facehole watered with each deep breath.Master Kamp watched in delight as Austin’s face twisted and responded. It was highly uncommon to have such a unspoiled man in his midst. Undiscovered, untested, and unsuspicious of his own desire. When he pulled the boy’s boner out of his underwear, he could see a view of worry in the boy’s face. No one had ever seen him nude before, let alone hard. But there, in Kamp’s hands, was Austin throbbing, rock rock hard erection. The first-ever man to ever lay eyes on it in Austin’s life. What a gift.Kamp gave it a lil slap, seeing Austin recoil in anguish as he expert the lashing sensation. He gave it another, tighter this time, and Austin pulled out a wail from deep in his gut. Not wanting to be fully sadistic, he gave the throbbing boner a gentle tug, jacking it and letting it feel the sheer pleasure that followed. Austin’s breath was shallow, cut off by short holds and sucks as he attempted to navigate the feelings between his legs. He didn’t know what was worse: having the man have fun with his cock, or thinking that he might stop.Master Kamp knew this man was ripe for pleasure. He needed to feel what it was like to be a man. Not just to get larger up and be brave, but to know the perceiving of release.He took a finger to his hole, softly shoveling it against it was the taut sphincter pushed back against him. Austin was nervous, sweat beginning to run in streams down his temples, frightened at what the elderly man was doing to his body. The clothed man pushed in, violating thru the boy’s resistance, perceiving the warm, soft innards of his rectum. Austin’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. perceiving the foreign thumbs stir inwards him was unlike anything he’d ever known. He didn’t have the words to describe it. All he could do was wail in a mingle of sheer pleasure and pain.It was then that tormentor Kamp took his other arm and commenced to work his cock. The boy’s guts took a deep intruding pounding from within as Kamp stroked, shoveling him to the threshold of what he could take. Austin perceived the strain house up inwards him, but he didn’t know what it meant. He thought he might burst, popping like a bubble. But it was new and terrifying. It perceived good, but he perceived deep down that it was wrong.Suddenly, he perceived something happen inwards him. Something that he couldn’t control. It was like a dam violating inwards him and a mighty reservoir busting free. In an instant, he perceived his a-hole tighten around the man’s finger, gripping it like a vice as a shot of white liquid spewed from the apex of his cock. It came out in waves, one after the other, covering the man’s arm and running in streams down onto his body. Austin pulled out a sob of sheer delight, unable to fathom what was going on inwards him.And almost as shortly as the moment came, it passed. Austin perceived his body tremble, wiggling with the man’s finger still inwards him. As excellent as it felt, he remembered where he was. Naked, strapped to a chair, alone with a strange, elderly man… all while his dad sat waiting in the car.Guilt amazed him. He instantly commenced to apologize. He watched in surprise as the elderly man tongued the fluid off of his fingers, degustating and savoring it. Instead of getting upset, the man seemed pleased. He leaned in and gave Austin a kiss. Austin smooched back, unsure of what else to do, degustating the strange, salty taste of his own cum on the man’s tongue.Master Kamp leaned back, saying him that he did exactly what he was supposed to do. It was a relief. Austin toyed it all back, not sure how much of it was planned or not. But he perceived good. He did it. He sat in the chair and suffered his introduction all on his own. Like a man. And he did not disappoint.
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