The Order is a secret society, one that is woven within the margins of our world history. Members are the only ones who know the true nature of the organization, and of the needs of the men who drift towards it. When the Order calls for an apprentice, they don't do it with language. He might hear words, but meaning is conveyed in other ways, and by other senses. In the quiet, air conditioned hiss of his office, Master Figata asked Apprentice Monroe whether or not he was attracted to men. It wasn't the first time Maxx had been asked such a question—Master Kamp had also posed this inquiry to the boy in his initial interview with The Order. Regardless of language, and regardless of his choice of words, the magnetism of his body towards Figata's grip was as clear a response as any. The boy's lips parted in thankful release as the master stripped him of his belt, pants, and worries. Apprentice Monroe found fondness in being stripped by men… undeniable fondness. He dreamed of being touched, stroked, kissed... and not just by any man, but by a man of power, and reverence. A man exactly like Master Figata. Chiseled on the master's face was the legacy and knowledge of the Order, and with it carried the kind of heat that Monroe melted, and wanted to melt, under...