Deeper Deep Throat Vol. 2 Out of Order

Release Date:-
28 February 2026

Studio Notes:-

It is only when they have fully given up control of their body, as well as their beliefs, that a young man is ready to begin his journey of initiation. The first step is the interview. We allow him to deny his attraction to men, then we prove to him that he has “lied” about it by getting hard and making him come. An orgasm is seemingly undeniable evidence. The obvious conclusion is that we know more about his body, and who he is, than he does.

It was my turn to conduct the interview of a prospective new apprentice, this time the cute Latin boy Milo Miles. This was the first initiation ritual I had participated in since I discovered my oral obsession. Masters are given a large amount of discretion in how these rituals are conducted. Partly to ensure that the apprentice will have an appropriately powerful experience. Partly because it is a master’s privilege to enjoy the training that they offer the apprentices.

It felt good to be back in the Temple. My membership has always been an important part of my identity. Simply putting on my garments is a comfort. It’s as if I'm putting on a second skin that makes me more authentically myself. When I went into the interview room and saw Milo, I was smitten, although most of our initiates are attractive young men. Physical charisma is its own source of power.

Of course, all the apprentices are insecure and uncertain. Many of them feel like the next hour could be the most important 60 minutes of their life. They might be right. What they don’t know is that extensive background checks have already been completed. We know almost as much about them as they know about themselves. The interview isn’t about finding out if they are worthy. It is simply a test of their willingness to submit and obey.

Prospective apprentices are rarely fucked during their interview, unless we know that they are already sexually active. They will give up their virginity at their Calling. Anything else is up to the master’s discretion, although his actions should be in service to the mission. There will be times in the future for him to indulge his own desires. I have to confess that, on this occasion, my will power was overcome.

We reached the point in the interview where I asked Milo to remove his clothes. Of course, he was wearing the ritual undergarments that all men must wear in the temple. I had him sit down in the chair and bound his hands behind his back. He was already erect but, as I repeated my questions about his attraction to men, he continued to deny them, even as his cock seemed to grow even harder.

For my part, I was transfixed by his very respectable cock tenting his trousers and the wet spot of precum slowly staining the thin fabric. My breath quickened. My heart beat faster. My mouth watered. My throat almost tingled at the thought of swallowing this young man. My self-control escaped me. I knew what I had to do, not in service to the ritual, but in service to my own desire.

I did not say anything to Milo. I simply reached out and stroked my finger across the sticky spot on his pants. Looking into his eyes, words were not necessary. He blushed as red as his amber skin could, and squirmed in his seat, both from the stimulation to his swollen cock head, as well as his apparent dishonesty being revealed. Of course, he didn’t know that the problem would have been him not getting aroused.

Of course, he was shocked and confused when, rather than reprimand him, I began to grope him. Even more so when I pulled his garment down and greedily swallowed his throbbing erection. With his hands bound firmly behind the chair, he could do nothing, and he feared that saying anything might end the interview. But, as I sucked the sweet precum out of his hard young dick, I could feel his reservations fading. Each time my throat wrapped around his cock head, he let out another wave of mewling cries, equal parts resistance and a helpless desire for more.

My efforts were unremitting, my fist and my mouth pushing him closer and closer to climax. Finally, with one last groan, equal parts ecstasy and defeat, his nuts drew up, and his hot young seed erupted, coating my fist in his sticky essence. I leaned down to taste the evidence of my success, wanting to swallow every drop and enjoying making him squirm with the torment of over-stimulation. I think Apprentice Miles has a promising future in The Order. I can’t wait to find out if his ass is as enjoyable as his cock.