Apprentice Devall – The Initiation – Chapter 3 – Dex Devall & Kyler Drake
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It’s been a highly long time since I’ve sensed that scared. As I ambled to the conversation bedroom down all those dusty hallways, I commenced to realize how desperate I was to join The Order. It was vital for me to make a superb first-ever 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 trying to get the node of my bind looking as brilliant as possible. I don’t think anything could have well-prepped me for the bedroom where my conversation took place. Everything in there was gleaming white: the walls, the furniture, the carpet. The ass-pipe had been really dark and lined with wooden panels, so my eyes fought to adjust to the unexpected brightness. Master Napoli was standing in the space. I’ll be honest; the view of him nearly made me gasp. He looked so powerful, clad in his fitted white suit. He was dark-featured and he had the sort of handsome looks I always associated with Italian men. It’s funny— before I came here, I’d never questioned my sexuality, but some of the Instructos are distractingly superb looking. I mean, it’s not that I’m attracted to them as such, but I am in awe of them. I find myself imagining how it would feel to be one of them. Does that make sense? Master Napoli taught me to sit down on a fancy tabouret before explaining that he was going to ask me a series of questions which I was to response honestly.
It’s been a highly long time since I’ve sensed that scared. As I ambled to the conversation bedroom down all those dusty hallways, I commenced to realize how desperate I was to join The Order. It was vital for me to make a superb first-ever 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 trying to get the node of my bind looking as brilliant as possible. I don’t think anything could have well-prepped me for the bedroom where my conversation took place. Everything in there was gleaming white: the walls, the furniture, the carpet. The ass-pipe had been really dark and lined with wooden panels, so my eyes fought to adjust to the unexpected brightness. Master Napoli was standing in the space. I’ll be honest; the view of him nearly made me gasp. He looked so powerful, clad in his fitted white suit. He was dark-featured and he had the sort of handsome looks I always associated with Italian men. It’s funny— before I came here, I’d never questioned my sexuality, but some of the Instructos are distractingly superb looking. I mean, it’s not that I’m attracted to them as such, but I am in awe of them. I find myself imagining how it would feel to be one of them. Does that make sense? Master Napoli taught me to sit down on a fancy tabouret before explaining that he was going to ask me a series of questions which I was to response honestly.
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