APPRENTICE YOUNG Chapter 5 - Atonement

About this scene

Apprentice Young stood in just his undergarments, awaiting instructions. He didn't know who to turn to, but judging by the room, it was Grandmaster Angus calling the shots. Even though he was in a ceremonial mask hiding his identity, Apprentice Young would never mistake the big brute's physique and presence. There were other men there as well. All suited, seated, and wearing similar masks, side by side adjacent to the bench. Apprentice Young felt a strange cold sensation over his neck and scalp thinking about the implications of this. An audience. An audience of unidentified leaders... Angus pointed Young to the far object, instructing him to begin the process. The first plug sent a searing pain in the apprentice's hole, pushing through his anxiety and tension into his ass. He struggled to take it in, but he soon felt his smooth cheeks press flat against the glass-like bench. And before he could get comfortable, Angus ordered him to move to the next one. The final plug was more bulbous than it was phallic. It was as hard and round as a pool ball and more intimidating to Apprentice Young than anything he'd taken up to that point. Young tried, but it proved too much. He took a deep breath, trying to use his weight to slide it inside, but he couldn't take anymore. Letting out a defeated exhale, the apprentice looked into Angus' eyes, praying for mercy. The older man proceeded to remove his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt and removing his tie, stripping down until he was completely naked. Young was scared, knowing the ferocity and aggression that the older man was capable of. Still, he found himself rock hard, ready to take him and prove his worth. Apprentice Young felt the pain of the older man entering him turn to pleasure. Angus seemed to sense that Young was warming up to his bare cock, holding onto his hips as he picked up the speed and used him to milk his member. Suddenly and without warning, Grandmaster Angus' strong, burly hands dug into Young's body, grip