The Conversation - Apprentice Rivers - Chapter 1
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I’ve wished to join the Brotherhood ever since I read about it in a dusty older book I found in my Grandfather’s attic. I was instantly intrigued. The book must have been a hundred years older and was crammed with all sorts of mystical symbols.I sneaked the book home with me and searched for some of the more freaky phrases from it on the internet. Most of the searches yielded nothing but pages of absolute nonsense, but when I began to view more closely, I realized I’d stumbled upon some sort of secret code which took hours of obsessive work to crack.Apprenticeships are rare. ...Apprenticeships are rare. Candidates for apprenticeships are cautiously vetted. Only those who fully yield to the process succeed. praying questions would instantly lead to dismissal…I finally found the contact details for a gatekeeper, and then, over a pms of weeks, I received emails crammed with somewhat intrusive questions. finally I was told to report to a secret location.I was to tell no one where I was. It all sensed amazingly titillating and it wasn’t until I was on the instruct heading to the secret location that I began to perceive anxious. On one hand, I’d been chasing this intriguing, mystical desire for months and months, but on the other, I had no idea who this gang actually was.I could have been walking into a trap and no one in the world had the slightest idea where I was heading! I nearly got off the instruct there and then, but something told me I was on the brink of finding out something highly special.I ended up at the central complicated of the Brotherhood. I was shown to my guest room by another one of the apprentices. I instinctively knew not to ask him any questions about his experiences, much as I was dying to.I stayed in my guest room for some time, not indeed knowing what to do until a note was shoveled under my door, with a map of the complex. The message told me to wash, sundress decently and report to a specific guest room for a preliminary interview with sir Kamp.My heart instantly began to pound. I had no idea what to expect, but instantly did as I was told and, half an hour later, was knocking on the door of the allotted room…I heard a voice telling me to enter, so I timidly ambled into what revved out to be an downright milky room. It was extremely disorientating. The corridor outside had been dark and gloomy so it sensed a bit like injecting heaven or something!Master Kamp trained me to sit down on an ornate chair, which looked so stylish I was nervous to sit on it. I guess he was about fifty. He was clad indeed nattily - utter suit, bind and suspenders - all in white. He smelt like great aftershave, slightly tinged with cigar smoke. He was undoubtedly intimidating. He had a strenuous German accent which made me perceive like I was being interrogated and he seemed a lil volatile… nearly as though the air of calmness which encircled him would break down at any moment and he’d begin shrieking or tossing things around the room.He began praying me questions. Scores of questions. never-ending questions. The veto on questions which had been imposed on me was downright one-sided!I was quite dazed when he began quizzing me about my enjoy life. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to answer, but there wasn’t a great deal to say because I’ve always kept myself to myself in that respect.I’ve never indeed been interested in girls. They’ve always seemed a bit too much rock hard work if I’m honest. I mean, I’ve always assumed I’d lodge down, get married, and have kids but I’m not in any rush to do so. dudes at college always spoke about jerking off and stuff, but, if I’m honest, it always sounded a lil messy.So, anyway, when he asked me if I’d ever been attracted to men, I was extremely blind-sided. What on earth made him even ask the question? Then he launched into this entire thing about whether I was worthy enough to join the Brotherhood, telling me he needed to establish what my thresholds were. clearly I told him I didn’t have any……So he told me to take my clothes off!I was extremely stunned. I could perceive my heart boning like a drum in my ear and the blood rushing to my face. I sensed so embarrassed, but attempted to keep as killer as I could, so stood up and sans even flinching began to undress.I got down to my regulation underwear. They’d transferred me a exclusive underwear set when I arrived at the complicated and I was trained to wear them at all times. I’d put them on for the highly first time before the interview and had stood for a while, looking in the mirror, appalled to detect they were a lil see-through. I could see my nipples thru them, my pubic hair, and the outline of my cock.Master Kamp told me to sit again before firing more questions at me about whether I was attracted to men; then whether I was attracted to him, and if I wasn’t, that I’d need to prove it.And weirdly, the only thing I wished to say, the only truth I could hone in on within all the scare and embarrassment of what was happening, was the fact that I was intrigued by him. And that’s not the same as being attracted, right? I’d undoubtedly never encountered anyone like him before, and something deep down inside me just wished to please him.Then he went and tied my hands behind the chair. I should have been pooping bricks, but I enjoyed the sensation… I enjoyed the perceiving of powerlessness it gave me.When he began running his mitt over my hip and then up toward my groin, I began to panic. I was fighting all the time; with myself, with my dick, with my feelings of shame, with my desire to prove that he wasn’t turning me on. But the more he touched me, the broader I wished to stretched my gams and the tighter my trunk got.He smiled. Then he began groping me in ways which I can’t even explain. It’s like he had a sixth sense for all the weird places in my body where insane reactions were going to be triggered. He seemed to understand my body better than I did. It was fresh elation after fresh sensation, and all of a sudden my flesh was tingling all over and every inch of me was weeping out for his touch...
I’ve wished to join the Brotherhood ever since I read about it in a dusty older book I found in my Grandfather’s attic. I was instantly intrigued. The book must have been a hundred years older and was crammed with all sorts of mystical symbols.I sneaked the book home with me and searched for some of the more freaky phrases from it on the internet. Most of the searches yielded nothing but pages of absolute nonsense, but when I began to view more closely, I realized I’d stumbled upon some sort of secret code which took hours of obsessive work to crack.Apprenticeships are rare. ...Apprenticeships are rare. Candidates for apprenticeships are cautiously vetted. Only those who fully yield to the process succeed. praying questions would instantly lead to dismissal…I finally found the contact details for a gatekeeper, and then, over a pms of weeks, I received emails crammed with somewhat intrusive questions. finally I was told to report to a secret location.I was to tell no one where I was. It all sensed amazingly titillating and it wasn’t until I was on the instruct heading to the secret location that I began to perceive anxious. On one hand, I’d been chasing this intriguing, mystical desire for months and months, but on the other, I had no idea who this gang actually was.I could have been walking into a trap and no one in the world had the slightest idea where I was heading! I nearly got off the instruct there and then, but something told me I was on the brink of finding out something highly special.I ended up at the central complicated of the Brotherhood. I was shown to my guest room by another one of the apprentices. I instinctively knew not to ask him any questions about his experiences, much as I was dying to.I stayed in my guest room for some time, not indeed knowing what to do until a note was shoveled under my door, with a map of the complex. The message told me to wash, sundress decently and report to a specific guest room for a preliminary interview with sir Kamp.My heart instantly began to pound. I had no idea what to expect, but instantly did as I was told and, half an hour later, was knocking on the door of the allotted room…I heard a voice telling me to enter, so I timidly ambled into what revved out to be an downright milky room. It was extremely disorientating. The corridor outside had been dark and gloomy so it sensed a bit like injecting heaven or something!Master Kamp trained me to sit down on an ornate chair, which looked so stylish I was nervous to sit on it. I guess he was about fifty. He was clad indeed nattily - utter suit, bind and suspenders - all in white. He smelt like great aftershave, slightly tinged with cigar smoke. He was undoubtedly intimidating. He had a strenuous German accent which made me perceive like I was being interrogated and he seemed a lil volatile… nearly as though the air of calmness which encircled him would break down at any moment and he’d begin shrieking or tossing things around the room.He began praying me questions. Scores of questions. never-ending questions. The veto on questions which had been imposed on me was downright one-sided!I was quite dazed when he began quizzing me about my enjoy life. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to answer, but there wasn’t a great deal to say because I’ve always kept myself to myself in that respect.I’ve never indeed been interested in girls. They’ve always seemed a bit too much rock hard work if I’m honest. I mean, I’ve always assumed I’d lodge down, get married, and have kids but I’m not in any rush to do so. dudes at college always spoke about jerking off and stuff, but, if I’m honest, it always sounded a lil messy.So, anyway, when he asked me if I’d ever been attracted to men, I was extremely blind-sided. What on earth made him even ask the question? Then he launched into this entire thing about whether I was worthy enough to join the Brotherhood, telling me he needed to establish what my thresholds were. clearly I told him I didn’t have any……So he told me to take my clothes off!I was extremely stunned. I could perceive my heart boning like a drum in my ear and the blood rushing to my face. I sensed so embarrassed, but attempted to keep as killer as I could, so stood up and sans even flinching began to undress.I got down to my regulation underwear. They’d transferred me a exclusive underwear set when I arrived at the complicated and I was trained to wear them at all times. I’d put them on for the highly first time before the interview and had stood for a while, looking in the mirror, appalled to detect they were a lil see-through. I could see my nipples thru them, my pubic hair, and the outline of my cock.Master Kamp told me to sit again before firing more questions at me about whether I was attracted to men; then whether I was attracted to him, and if I wasn’t, that I’d need to prove it.And weirdly, the only thing I wished to say, the only truth I could hone in on within all the scare and embarrassment of what was happening, was the fact that I was intrigued by him. And that’s not the same as being attracted, right? I’d undoubtedly never encountered anyone like him before, and something deep down inside me just wished to please him.Then he went and tied my hands behind the chair. I should have been pooping bricks, but I enjoyed the sensation… I enjoyed the perceiving of powerlessness it gave me.When he began running his mitt over my hip and then up toward my groin, I began to panic. I was fighting all the time; with myself, with my dick, with my feelings of shame, with my desire to prove that he wasn’t turning me on. But the more he touched me, the broader I wished to stretched my gams and the tighter my trunk got.He smiled. Then he began groping me in ways which I can’t even explain. It’s like he had a sixth sense for all the weird places in my body where insane reactions were going to be triggered. He seemed to understand my body better than I did. It was fresh elation after fresh sensation, and all of a sudden my flesh was tingling all over and every inch of me was weeping out for his touch...
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