Kristopher Weston & Serg Shepard – Apprentice Serg Shepard – Chapter 2 – The Calling

Apprentice Serg Shepard – Chapter 2 – The Calling – Kristopher Weston, Serg Shepard

It’s been a while since my first encounter. It was with Master Figata, and it opened a new chapter in my life. He taught me, in one mind-blowing afternoon, the meaning of absolute pleasure, while also giving me a clear understanding of the path I need to follow.

However, the encounter left me in some kind of personal quandary. What Master did to me was beautiful and intense, and I’ve been craving more of it ever since. I’ve been as patient as possible. I’ve been working hard in class and trying my best to be the best student here. I’ve also completely abstained from pleasuring myself – it sounds silly, but part of me feels that if I give in to my desire to spend every last second of my private time masturbating myself into oblivion, I’ll be either jinxing future opportunities or somehow lessening the impact of whatever is destined to happen next.

When I received notification of my call, I figured the time might finally have come. I was in a pretty bad mood as I walked across the compound to the designated office. Overcome with a mixture of fear and excitement, I eventually felt so anxious that I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt just to breathe. I tried to push the knot of my tie back up in a way that didn’t look like the button was undone, but I knew I wasn’t making the right impression and it bothered me.

I was surprised that it wasn’t Master Figata in the office; I had assumed he would be the one responsible for my formal development. Instead, I was greeted by Master Weston, a man I don’t know all that well. My only interaction with him had been about three weeks ago, when he was sitting next to me in the formal lounge. Looking back, I think he seemed a little more curious about me than I probably should have expected.

He was considerably less warm to me this time. When I sat down in the office, he was reading some kind of official file, which I assumed was full of information about me. I could feel the beads of anxious sweat prickling on my forehead. I wondered if it was too late to try to button my top button again.

He asked if I still believed that I was not attracted to men, and I confirmed that this was indeed the case. My encounter with Master Figata was, of course, something that could easily be defined as a male-to-male sexual encounter. It could also be argued as a one-off; an elevated learning experience that did not necessarily define me as gay. To be honest, I was completely confused. I deliberately pushed any thoughts of carnal pleasure to the back of my mind, refusing to entertain them for fear that they would engulf me. He handed me an ornate glass container and told me to drink the substance inside. It was like very pure water; there was no color, taste or smell. Then, he told me to strip naked. I immediately felt a rush of adrenaline, wondering if Master Weston was about to do the same thing to me that Master Figata had done. Perhaps he was even planning to take things a little further. I may be inexperienced for my age, but I’ve seen some naughty movies on the internet, so I know what happens when two men have sex, and ever since Master Figata put that dildo in my ass, I have a strong sense of what it would be like to have something else shoved up there.

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