Atonement – Ethan Tate, Cain Marko
Walking into that dark, cold, candlelit room was probably the most intimidating thing I’ve ever done. I had no idea how big the room really was. It was just an expanse of darkness. The ceilings were high and smelled of damp and wood smoke, and the expensive smells of the three masked men in suits who sat in antique chairs across from me.
One of the men got up. His mask covered most of his face and I couldn’t tell who it was. I could see that he was thick and that he had a red beard. I was also aware that he was making me uncomfortable, but I was inexplicably attracted to him. Like a moth to a flame…
He encouraged me to drink some sort of liquid from an ornate glass container. My mouth was incredibly dry and I was grateful for the moisture.
He turned me around and pressed himself into my back. Your aftershave made me dizzy; it seemed to envelop me in a bubble of sensuality. He gently ran his hands over my chest and stomach and then down towards my crotch. The gesture made me sigh and I could feel my cock harden. So, just like that, he sat down again, leaving me alone in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do and wondering if I displeased him in any way.
At this point, the other two men stood up and pulled a giant piece of black fabric off a long, low table. A series of pins of increasing sizes were attached to it. I remember thinking how much they looked like erect penises, and when the thought occurred to me, my body froze as I realized what was about to happen.
At that moment, all three men took off their masks. I instantly recognized one of them as Master Barrett. I had seen him at the complex on several occasions and was always tongue-tied because he is so incredibly handsome! The stocky guy who pressed up against me was Grandmaster Marko. We’d never met in person, but I’d seen his picture on a pamphlet that introduced the apprentices to two new leaders.
Master Barrett got up again and walked over to me, turning me around and shoving his body behind my back, just as Marko had done. He started unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt and a wave of excitement swept through my body like a tidal wave. He undid my tie and threw it on a chair and then continued to undress me as my heart pounded with anticipation. He carefully undid my belt and pushed my pants to the floor.
At that moment, Barrett stepped aside. Grandmaster Marko came back and started feeling my body with his giant hands, pushing my panties down and exposing my erect cock, his hot breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.
He told me to go to the head of the table and pulled out a tray of metal bottles. I instinctively knew they were filled with oils that would be used to lubricate the pegs I expected to sit on. And sure enough, Master Barrett did just that and I walked over to him as casually as I could, trying to disguise the sheer terror I was feeling. The first peg, as it turned out, wasn’t that big and slipped on me without much discomfort. Grandmaster Marko instructed me to grind myself up and down and the sensation was indeed very pleasurable. I looked him straight in the eye, imagining I was riding his cock. The look on his face informed me that he knew exactly what I was thinking and, moreover, that he approved.
Master Barrett got on top of me and grabbed my cock with his oiled hands before moving on to set up the next peg, which was slightly larger than the first. I got up and bent over her. The feel of him entering my body sent shivers down my spine and forced me to grit my teeth a little, but then again, once I lowered myself all the way down, it felt quite comfortable and more than a little arousing. In fact, my cock was rock hard, though the whole thing also felt weird and scary and more than a little humiliating. The feeling of Master Barrett standing so close to me as I rode the handstand, touching me so seductively, made it all feel incredibly incredible.
