I’ve only just recently come to the Order's academy to work with the apprentices. This was my first time overseeing an Atonement ritual. It is a very intimidating experience for all but very rare young men. Many of them have never seen butt plugs before. Even if they don’t know what they are, it only takes them a few minutes to add two and two and figure out what is going to happen, or at least what they fear will happen. Many of them are only barely getting used to taking cocks in their asses. Looking down this row of ever larger objects, they see failure literally stretched out in front of them. Most of them get much farther than they expect, because they don’t understand how wide their hole will stretch given time to adjust. However, all of them fail eventually. That is the point. No matter how well they think they are doing at their studies, how much pride they are beginning to feel, no one is perfect. Every man has limits, and reaches them at some point. We all must remain humble within our capabilities and, in light of our own failures, give grace to the shortcomings of others. Of course, that lesson is made clear to them later. In the moment, all that they see is a clear path to failure with no idea what the consequences may be. Added to the experience is the fact that they must perform this trial with other masters observing impassively. Their failure is not private. It is visible for all to see.I was perhaps, secretly, too pleased to learn that I would be leading apprentice Fallon through his Atonement. I conducted his interview, and I was very impressed with his performance, both his answers to my questions, and his response to my physical testing. Of course, I was only allowed to go so far during his interview. If I’m honest, not near as far as I would have liked. Today though, I had free rein. He is ushered into the black room. Masters Jake and Stryker, both of whom he knows, were seated to the side and I presided from a throne-like chair at the end of the bench. The bench is in the center of the space, lit from above and ominously shrouded in a black cloth.By this point, he shouldn’t be surprised when I tell him to remove his clothes, at least not beyond the modesty of doing so in front of the three of us. All of his initiations have begun that way. As I begin to stroke and tease him, it becomes apparent that he is still not entirely comfortable with his body's response to sexual stimulation. That’s a good thing. The purpose of this introduction, beyond my own pleasure in appreciating this very handsome young man’s body, is to both put him even further off guard, while also preparing him for his trial. His sexual responses are being trained toward anal sex. Erections and his hole opening for penetration are becoming linked.Soon he is stripped completely nude and the ritual begins. The first two plugs are fairly easy, but that is cold comfort, and I command him to not just take them but ride them fucking himself on them. As so much of this ritual, part to open himself up, part to experience doing this in front of three masters, and part for my own enjoyment. Or at least, I am enjoying it very much.My cock has been aching under the folds of my dress pants since I first reached out to run my hand over his chest. He slowly works his way forward, towards me, struggling a bit more with each peg. As he draws near, I lock eyes with him, making it clear that he is doing this for me. By the time he reaches the last peg, impossible for any ordinary man to take, our noses are almost touching. We can feel the heat of each other’s breath on our cheeks.I watch the light fade in his eyes as he tries and fails. I will bring it back, but first he must be punished for disappointing me. Something I have been looking forward to for the past week, since the Patriarch informed me that I would lead this ritual. I put him on his knees to suck me, but only long enough to assert my dominance. That was not what I wanted. His hole was stretched enough to not need any preparation, but still snug enough to feel good as I bent him over and slid into it. This time it was all mine.