In my city, there's a secret cabal of elite traders who move the stock market with their fingertips. Quite a few of them are elite bankers, but some of them are people you wouldn't expect. But be they top brokers or crypto kings disguised as baristas, all of them have a common humbling experience.
All of them have been initiated into the Golden Axe by my gliding oiled hands.
Dressed for the occasion, in a smartly cut suit, I opened my door to welcome today's candidate. Outside, two well suited men stood expectantly, one looking less pleased than the other. I recognized the chaperone: Rex, a bulky Axewielder whom I had the pleasure of initiating myself, nodded smartly and drew himself upright as I cracked open my door. I enjoyed his initiation; I hope he does on hindsight too. Yet, the night wasn't about him but the fine young man standing moodily beside him. Just by eyeing the lad, I knew that this gentleman had the steel to join their guild. Don't let his dark wavy locks, his soft brown eyes fool you - he's slender like a fox, and he has venom in his eyes.
"May I present Julian, our candidate who has passed all of our tests, and is here to cross the final gate. Julian, this is your initiator."
"Nice to meet you, sir." Julian scowled.
I couldn't believe my luck, at how I was somehow commissioned to test the resolve of these aspiring Axewielders. They delivered me the most satisfying boys - and they paid well per initiation too.
I cleared my throat.
"Julian, you're here because your brothers have found you worthy of entrance into their numbers. As an Axewielder, you are expected to hold your thoughts supreme; to view your emotions without succumbing, to act with coolness of mind, and to always stay true to your goal. You have passed the tests of mind and body - tonight is a test of spirit. Do you submit to this test?"
As I read my spiel, Julian bit his lip defiantly. Heat and ash radiated off his skin. If I guessed right, he was confident in his power. He knew he was a good trader - good enough to attract the gaze of this invite-only club - and he thought this song and dance beneath him.
"Let's get this over with," he grunted, but not without a hint of suave cockiness.
Rex put a strong arm to the back of Julian's neck. "Manners, candidate." Instead of softening as expected, Julian pulled tighter inside his gut, sealing himself up like a bomb inside a glass bottle. It's these boys I enjoy the most - gently pressing, inch by inch, until they burst and plead. Demeaned, Julian followed as instructed.
"I submit. Sir."
"Excellent. Welcome, gentlemen, to the final gate."
Tonight, the den was decorated festively for the occasion. I sat on my throne, fingering a golden alarm clock resting on the side table. Max stood by the bed, which bore gold handcuffs, surveying the test instruments as he withheld the onset of a shudder. He pulled his eyes back up to meet mine, steadying himself.
"The test is simple: you must last one hour without cumming. If you shoot your load before time is up, your initiation is voided. Rex will act as our umpire to ensure that the test is fair. Do you understand?"
Julian took a breath. Rex eyed him for the determination that he wanted to see tonight. Did Rex also show a hint of empathy for what Julian was about to go through?
"Yes, I understand. I accept your challenge." Julian's defiance morphed. Now, grabbing the night by its horns, Julian took on a dangerous smirk. Rex nodded, and I smiled too. That's what we want to see in an Axewielder.
"Great. Now, if you would get naked and get on the bed, please."
Hesitantly, Julian shuffled out of his suit. I enjoyed the show very much; cocky boys always get less cocky when they're ordered to strip for a man. He withdrew a bit into himself as he kicked off his trousers, and then took a shallow breath before slowly pulling down his trunks. I marvelled. As was protocol, each candidate was shaved clean. Each candidate was also instructed to hold their cum throughout the initiation process. Two whole weeks of chastity... Against Julian's better will and despite his straightness, his penis started to thicken. His balls were plump with cum.
Spread open on the table, Julian resisted the urge to be vulnerable. He let out nary a grunt as I fastened the gilded restraints, lined with rich velvet on the inside, around his wrists and ankles.
"The gold cuffs remind you to not be a slave to wealth. Wealth is not your master but your tool."
"I understand, sir." Julian repeated the ritual verse as required. He tried the cuffs a bit. A hint of alarm flashed across his delicate face, and I caught it with a gentle hand to his shoulder.
Soothingly, I let the rich bravado of the evening slide away for a second. "Don't worry. Rex is here to ensure your safety. Just endure and enjoy the experience. We want you to pass - do your best." Softly, Julian nodded. The static in the room died down.
Next, the oil.
"The oil represents the riches you will soon acquire by wielding the Axe. Do not let it slip from your hands, but hold your grip wisely." With a click, I flicked off the cap of a bottle of pure almond oil. Julian tightened his jaw as its thick stream cascaded over his lean body. Oil careened across his chest, down his neck, formed little rivers that dripped down his thighs. Looking down at himself, Julian's lips shaped a moan, and his cock hardened at the sight of his own oiled, objectified body.
"I understand, sir," he moaned.
And finally, the blindfold.
Julian started. This is where it all gets real. "You're amazing, Julian," I reassured him, thinking of both his performance and his beauty. He sighed a thank-you as I pulled the black fabric over his eyes and fastened it with a tight knot. "The blindfold represents uncertainty. Even as the market rises and falls, trust in your own strength and willpower."
This one took him a longer while to respond, as the reality of his situation became more and more obvious to him. He was tied up, blindfolded and oiled down to his toes just so he could be initiated into this secret cabal. Was it worth the price? His straight virginity, the torture about to unfold?
Rex told me about this before, right after his own initiation. That moment when your vision goes dark is when you realize it's too late to pull out, and you have no choice but to walk through the tunnel.
Julian gulped. "I understand."
"Good. Now remember - one hour and you enter the Golden Axe. Just don't cum."
Julian's muscles tightened as my hands explored his chest. They glided across his oiled skin, travelling in ticklish trails down his pecs and curling up along his sides. Julian's knees recoiled but fought futilely against their bonds. And, despite his too-cool-for-bondage-fun persona, Julian gave the most delicious sighs. With a deep aching sigh, he melted into the bed as my fingers flicked one nipple, and then howled as one became two.
"Julian, I haven't even started working on your cock. Can you take it? Do you wanna give up?" Julian could hear my grin, but he wasn't breaking for me. Grunting and tightening himself, he taunted me with his reply.
"I'm not going anywhere... Do your worst."
I grab his nipples and pinch them. Julian howls through his gritted teeth.
"Is that a challenge, candidate?"
"Yes. It is."
I exchange a glance with Rex, who shrugs.
"Alright, boy. You asked for it. Here we go."
After a fortnight of no action - which must have been difficult for this dashing stud - Julian's cock yielded to me like a cat to a bowl of cream. Literally a single downward stroke caused Julian to shudder from waves of long bottled pleasure. Three strokes, and he sniffled. Ten strokes - each one slow and drawn out like the breath of a panther on the hunt - and he buckled in heat.
"Bullish, are we?" I taunt. "All that hot cum boiling in your balls just aching to shoot? Don't you want me to just finish you off now?" Lost in darkness, his skin now his eyes, and my fingers pillars of solid light burning his senses, Julian grunts fruitlessly. His hips grind up against my palms.
