The Atonement | APPRENTICE DUCATI | Chapter 4

Three brilliant men are responsible for my training so far. Master Kamp, Master Scott and Master Napoli have already taught me so much about who I am and where I need to be heading in life. They’re such learned men; impeccably turned out and handsome beyond words. I aspire to be like them one day and yearn to please them.

I was called for my atonement ceremony at midnight on the Winter Solstice. The word ‘atonement’ frightened me. I wasn’t sure what I was meant to be atoning for. Had I somehow displeased one of my masters? Since arriving here, I’ve tried so hard to get everything right. I dress smartly, I do well in exams, I try to be polite and courteous at all times…

I walked into the candlelit chamber with my heart pounding in my throat and was instantly unnerved to see all three of my masters sitting on red velvet chairs around a long, low bench. Could it possibly be that I’d unwittingly managed to displease them all? I tried to regulate my breathing, staring down at the bench which was covered in a black cloth with pointed objects underneath the fabric. For some reason those objects - whatever they were - filled me with a sense of dread.

Master Kamp was sitting on the grandest of the chairs at the head of the table. He called me over and immediately started to run his enormous hands across my belly. In a different situation, the gesture might have felt reassuring, but in that candlelit room, in that atonement ceremony, it put me even more on edge. I tried to be cool and look unflustered but I was shivering and shaking, unable to take my eyes off the table, wondering what was underneath the cloth. I didn’t dare to look behind me at the other two masters. I didn’t want to see their faces in case they seemed angry or disappointed. Master Kamp brought his hand up to my chest and told me that my heart was racing. I tried to speak but no words came out. I wanted to ask him what I’d done wrong. I wanted to ask what was under the fabric…

And then, suddenly, I found myself looking directly into Master Kamp’s eyes and experiencing a rush of extreme sexual desire. It caught me entirely off guard. One moment I was utterly terrified, the next I was engulfed by horniness. Kamp, of course, saw the stirring in my suit pants and instantly began to squeeze the bulge. My head started spinning.

He instructed me to remove my shirt and tie and I did so as swiftly as I could, my fingers now tingling with excitement. Perhaps Master Kamp was planning to fuck me, there and then - right in front of the other masters. He is, after all, the only one of my three instructors who hasn’t yet been inside me, and I have longed for him to do what the others did to me. He pushed his thumb against my mouth and I kissed it. Then he brought it to his own mouth, making it wet with saliva, before pushing it back into my mouth again. I sucked it passionately. His hands moved down to my belt, which he slowly unbuckled, sending shivers of expectation through my body. He undid my pants, the zipper squeaked as he slowly drew it down. I was rock hard. Harder perhaps than I’ve ever been in my life before. My cock sprang up like a jack-in-a-box as he pushed my underpants down. Then he brought his mouth to mine and we began to kiss; wet, hungry, lustful kisses of deep desire.

He pushed me aside and ordered Masters Napoli and Scott to reveal the bench. I watched with horror as Napoli slowly drew the cloth back and then suddenly everything became crystal clear. The table was lined with butt plugs of increasing sizes, all secured to the table and pointing upwards. I knew that I would be required to ride the pegs and the thought sent shivers all the way down my spine.

Master Kamp seemed to find everything rather amusing, pulling me into him again and kissing me hungrily, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth while pushing a finger into my ass. It sounds really strange, but that long kiss filled me with pure confidence. I realized, in that very moment, that anything was possible and that the only sure fire way of failing was by not being brave enough to try.

Master Napoli was ordered to prepare the first peg. He moved across to it and covered it in oil of some sort. Kamp then told me to proceed to the peg. I found myself, almost on autopilot, obediently standing astride the bench and slowly lowering myself down onto it until it was deep inside me. He told me I was a good boy. I liked hearing the words so I stared straight at him, grinding up and down on the peg, imagining I was riding his dick.

Master Napoli was then instructed to prepare the next peg, which was a little larger than the first. I stood up and lowered myself down onto it without too much trouble and rode it just as I had the first, staring intently and lustfully at Master Kamp. I made my way along the line of pegs, each a little larger than the one before, and each one just that little bit more difficult to ride. If I showed outward signs of struggling, Master Napoli would push down on my shoulders to make sure the peg was all the way inside me, nodding conspiratorially at Master Kamp. Napoli was also instructed to rub oil into my body, covering every inch of my chest and torso until I was shimmering in the candle light. Master Kamp told me not to take my eyes off of him. I loved staring into his eyes, sharing the eroticism of the moment and the intensity of the situation. I was doing it for him. For his pleasure. For our pleasure.

There were two remaining pegs. Both terrified me and it took every inch of bravery and self-control to lower myself onto the penultimate one. It genuinely felt as though I were being torn apart, but Master Kamp brought his face nearer and nearer to mine and suddenly I felt it sinking into me. I was rewarded with another kiss; a beautiful, blissful, intimate kiss which I really didn’t want to end. Kamp leaned back in his chair, brought his giant hand to the bulge in his trousers and started to rub himself, spreading his legs wide.

The last peg was prepared. It was fat, wide and bulbous. I took a deep breath and stared down at it like a condemned man. I had never taken anything close to that size.It was more like a balled up fist than anything. Master Kamp smiled at me encouragingly. I had impressed him, I knew I’d impressed him greatly, and I didn’t want to let him down at this final stage. I wanted to be his boy. I wanted us to make love. He spread his legs wide apart, almost welcoming me into his body. I gritted my teeth and tried to lower myself down onto the peg, summoning up every last piece of will power. He leaned forward, holding my face in his hand. I tried to kiss him but he pulled away, making it clear that his lips would be my reward if I were to succeed. I tried again, straining my body, pushing and pushing against the peg, but there was no way. I had to acknowledge defeat. I told him it was too big. I apologized. He told me to try again, but I couldn’t. I simply couldn’t do it. It was impossible.

Master Kamp leaned back in his chair, noticeably disappointed. I was gutted. I felt ashamed and humiliated by my ineptitude. To make matters worse, he told me that failure had consequences. Then he dismissively ordered me to stand, almost as though he were done with me, bored of me. I’ve never felt so pathetic. He looked across at Master Scott, and, in a somewhat off-hand manner simply said, “you take care of him.” Master Scott immediately stood up and started to undress himself. Master Kamp remained quite playful, however, slapping my body, toying with my dick and twisting my nipples, but it wasn’t quite the same. I’d let him down - and we both knew it. I could hear Master Scott undressing. I knew that he was going to fuck me and the thought was exciting but simultaneously laced with a sense of frustration that I’d failed Master Kamp.

Master Scott was now in front of me, wearing his under garments. I could see his rock hard cock snaking around his muscular thigh. He barely looked at me. He just tossed me against the table and squatted behind me, dropping his underpants before pushing his huge dick into me.

Master Kamp sat in front of me and told me, once again, not to take my eyes off him while Master Scott’s raw cock thrust in and out of my body. Master Kamp unzipped his pants and played with his hard dick, offering a somewhat tantalising glimpse of something that perhaps now I would never be able to touch.

Master Scott certainly went to town on me, fucking me ragged until I was screaming with desire. Master Kamp pulled my head back, forcing me to stare at him throughout. Master Scott fucked me harder and harder, then suddenly started shrieking as he blew his load. I felt it gushing into me with huge power; squirt after squirt, filling every available inch of my insides. He withdrew and I felt the semen gushing out of me. He pulled my head back to kiss me and then Master Kamp did the same thing. It was amazing and wonderful… but I couldn’t help but wonder how things might have turned out if I’d just been able to take that last peg.