Description: I really tried to enter my ‘Atonement’ ceremony with a level head, to stay calm and not let the anxiety wash over me like I knew it was going to do the moment that I walked into that room. It wasn’t that I wasn’t doing well. I thought I was moving along quite steadily in my studies, but this was another mandatory part of becoming an official member of The Order and obtaining the highest level of Initiation. I didn’t want to bite off more than I could chew, I wanted to ensure that I was prepared. Bottoming on the regular is one thing, but to hop from peg to peg down that contraption was a daunting task in and of itself. It also didn’t help that there were more masters here then I had ever encountered in any of my previous formalities. Not that I disliked any of them but to have so many, it made the room feel heavy. I watched as Masters Banner and Scott unveiled the “priesthood stretcher” in all of its glory, their tight crisp suits making them look pristine and stoic as they folded the covering methodically. I could feel my lips curl against my teeth as I nipped at it again in discomfort. My eyes take in the many rows of shiny black doorknob-looking buttplug toys strategically mapped out amidst this thick wooden bench. Was I truly ready for this? Could I handle all of those? But before my mind could sink any deeper I felt Master Banner slip my blazer off, loosen my tie and pull me into a tight embrace. The moment I felt him kiss my neck, a layer of my nervousness melted away. There was something in his confident touch that brought me clarity and made me remember that I chose this path for a reason. As Master Banner peeled my many layers of attire aside from the waist up, Master Kamp took it upon himself to strip me of my belt first. Once my ass was on display I felt Banner grab hold of my round cheeks and pull me in closer for another kiss. Meanwhile I can feel Kamp’s cold curious digits move through the groove of my asscrack and right against my warm pucker. They pull my cock through the hole in my underwear just as they are about to come off and of course I am almost fully erect. How am I supposed to hide my arousal after having a stud like Master Banner press me up against his muscular frame, making me feel even smaller despite the tent in my underpants growing considerably bigger. With a gob of lubricant glazed onto my cock from Master Scott, I made my way down the bench only to be stopped by Master Saint who takes some time to admire my hard-on. To know that each of these men were just as aroused as I was made me feel a bit better, we were all united in that sense. My erection refuses to show any signs of weakness as I straddle the first plug. It slides in the same way a thumb might enter one’s hole, a mild stretch and then it’s diving in deeper. Master Scott was shadowing me very closely, supporting and encouraging me in subtle ways. I knew the first one would be fairly straight forward, but there were 4-5 more toys for me to get stretched by before I made it to the end. I steadied myself with one arm down as my legs began to quiver as I hovered above my next hurdle. The light dusting of hair along my lower body was glistening with both sweat and lube. With each jump forward I could feel the muscles within my backdoor slowly giving way, making it easier to take even more. Master Banner offered me his hard dick to suck on as I slowly but surely made it closer to the final peg. Naturally, my reward for getting completely stretched by all of the toys on the stretcher is to bend over and take Master Kamp’s thick member balls deep into my ass. What used to be a challenge now allowed for his raw, thick cock to glide in seamlessly after all that my body had gone through. As Kamp finished off breeding me good and proper, he handed his sloppy seconds over to Master Banner to wrap up my latest ritual with another fuck.

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