Atonement – Chase Tyler, Legrand Wolf, Felix Kamp, Ryan St Michael
I had no idea what they meant when they told me I needed to attend an atonement ceremony. However, I learned never to ask questions or try to figure out the greater purpose of the many mystical rituals in this place. It’s better to simply expect the unexpected and fully embrace the intensity of the moment when it arrives.
There was something a little creepy about the concept of atonement, though. It implies sin and the need for punishment – by the time I reached the ceremonial space, I was already in a state of sheer terror! Had I done something wrong in the eyes of the Order?
The room caught me off guard. I expected a light, airy space like the one where I was anointed. But this place was oppressive and dark; so dark, in fact, that I couldn’t tell how big it was. Several candles in ornate holders flickered and filled the room with eerie shadows.
Three stern masters were sitting in the room, waiting. They barely acknowledged me when I walked in, which was unnerving because I knew two of them pretty well. Master Kamp interviewed me when I got here, and Master St. Michael anointed me about a month ago. I was excited to see them both. My encounters with them were totally mind-blowing in an almost profound way.
The person in the room I still didn’t know was Grand Master Legrand. And, let me tell you, his presence sent shivers down my spine. I guess you could say that Legrand is a legend within the Order; I had only seen him from afar, but it’s impossible not to be drawn and mesmerized by him. He exudes power, wisdom and authority and is one of the tallest men I have ever seen.
The Masters sat on chairs upholstered in antique velvet. I scanned their faces for clues. I blushed as I looked into Master St. Michael, remembering what we had done together. It was difficult to know whether any of these things had been discussed among the Masters. Was it a secret I was supposed to keep? Was my atonement related to what I did to those men?
There was a long bench in front of the Masters covered with a black satin sheet. I could make out the shape of something that looked like bottles underneath the fabric. Master Kamp got up and slowly removed the cloth. It revealed a wooden bench with what looked like a row of large, shiny black chess pawns attached to it.
Kamp then got behind me and started touching me; he unbuttoned my tie and then, one by one, my shirt buttons. He knew the effect he had on me. He drove me totally nuts during my interview and was obviously intent on getting me back into a similar state of sexual openness. Grand Master Legrand was watching intently, but I could not discern from his expression what he was thinking.
Kamp unbuckled my belt. He unzipped my pants and ran his palm over the tip of my cock until I was harder than I’ve ever been in my life. I closed my eyes and allowed the waves of pleasure to surge and spread through my body like beautiful bolts of electricity, forgetting, for a moment, where I was and who was looking.
My trance broke when Legrand gave me permission to approach. My heart leapt into my mouth as I walked towards him. He reached out and touched me with his long fingers, and teased my cock from the safety of my clothes.
I could feel Legrand’s mouth running down my cock. His hands gently glided up and down my back. Suddenly, I realized that São Miguel was also touching me. I quickly lost track of who was touching me and where. All I knew was that it felt amazing to be lost in his hands. I didn’t want it to stop.
I was jolted out of my reverie when I saw Master Kamp rubbing oil into the pegs on the bench. At that moment I realized, with some horror, that he would be forced to sit me down on them. And sure enough, seconds later, I was taken to one end of the bench as Kamp used his fingers to gently push the oil down into my hole.
Grand Master Legrand ordered me to sit on the first peg. An obedience switch flipped in my mind. I did as instructed, crouching nervously over the peg. I forced myself to stay relaxed as I lowered myself down. He slid into me with relatively little discomfort, but when I looked over the bench and saw how big the pegs were on the other end, my ass started to tighten. Legrand told me to mount the peg. I found myself drowning in his eyes, rubbing the pin up and down as I imagined I was riding his cock.
Then Grandmaster told me to move on to the next peg, which was a little bigger than the first, and then the next one, which was even bigger and made my butt feel like it was being stretched almost dangerously wide. All the while, Kamp and St. Michael were touching me, caressing and kissing – encouraging me as if
I used eyes, lips and hands to stretch my own physical and mental limits.
The fourth peg made me gasp and shudder. It really made me feel like I was being torn apart, but I trusted the Masters: I knew they were looking out for me and everyone else.
