...“You may go back to the camp, Krispin,” Master Phelix said as he stepped away from the replete initiate.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” Krispin hurried away.

Alonzo still knelt on the hard wet stone awaiting direction. He watched Master Phelix clean himself beneath the falls. His back was turned away from Alonzo, and Alonzo took the opportunity to admire the breadth and hard muscular physique of his mentor.

“When will you have me?” Alonzo blurted out, unable to stifle the words. He’d had all of the others, and at least one, Parker, more than once, so the story went. But Alonzo not at all and Alonzo didn’t think he could bear it much longer. He did everything for Master Phelix—everything that didn’t involve fucking or sucking, that is.

Master Phelix stilled. He turned slowly, his body wet, his cock still hard. He stared down at Alonzo without speaking.

“My apology, Sir.” Alonzo rasped the quickly spoken apology out, unable to bear the disproving scrutiny.

“Are you questioning my authority, boy?” Master Phelix asked softly, his eyes hard as the wet granite of the rock he stood upon.

Alonzo gulped. Stupid boy. He bowed his head. Patience. Self-control. He had shown none of those qualities in his outburst. “I’m sorry, Master. I misspoke.”

“Yes, you did. Come forward.”

Alonzo started to rise.

“No. On your knees. Come here to this rock and spread yourself across it.”

Alonzo felt a faint flicker of hope. It was his greatest wish to give all of himself to this master and yet so far he’d been thwarted in his desire.

“Raise your arms.” Once he had done so, Master Phelix grabbed his wrists and yanked him forward across the flattened rocks. He pulled until Alonzo was spread across the wet stone, tiny sharp nubs digging into his skin. His aroused cock was crushed painfully against the rock and yet he knew he dared not complain.

He stared down at the rushing water, waiting. Praying whatever punishment was to be meted out would be over soon. His wet skin was likely to make the chastisement all the more painful, be it by hand or rod.

Not knowing only served to sharpen the uncertainty. Was he to receive a thrashing for his lack of self-control? It wasn’t like he shouldn’t expect it.