Apprentice Land crawled into the ceremonial room dressed in a billowing white robe which barely protected his modesty. He was plainly nervous but had a clear understanding of what was required of him, delicately removing my socks and washing my feet with erotic precision. I instructed him to stand, before removing The Boy’s robe with the merest flick of my wrist. He became solid as I grasped his dick in the palm of my hand, then, as I unbuckled my belt and let my pants drop to the floor, he dutifully fell to his knees and began to service me.