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Description: Master Kamp was very impressed with Cole. The young man was a beautiful specimen, well groomed, eager to learn, and hung like a horse. Everything about his body made Kamp excited, but the look in his eyes was what really sold him on his entry into the brotherhood. Master Kamp loved seeing him process what was happening to him, work through his fear, and come out the other side aroused and begging for more. His moans were like music, and his facial expressions were like works of art. Grandmaster Angus had heard much about the young man, but had only seen him once during the secret night ritual of insemination. Given his status, it was customary for the young recruits to take his seed, even though they were blindfolded and fondled by many anonymous others. Angus couldn’t help but get a charge out of seeing the boys again, knowing that his DNA coursed through their bodies, a secret shared only between him and their holes. Angus asked to be a part of Cole’s next test, wanting to see what the young man was capable of first hand. Master Kamp was happy to invite him, never one to shy away from the audience of his peers. All Cole knew was that he had to follow Kamp’s instructions, no matter how nervous or scared he seemed. He had to trust that he would protect him and keep him from harm… even if it hurt a little. Cole learned by now that even the most intimidating challenges turned out to be quite enjoyable in the end. And he found he came to love the submission the older man allowed him to show. Master Kamp sat in a large, red velvet chair in a dark room, barely lit and surrounded by bare black walls. It was some sort of basement or chamber, hidden away from the light of day and any passersby. Cole knew he was completely alone in there, with no one to witness him save for the two older men who requested his presence. As much as it made him nervous, it gave him a unique kind of freedom to let himself go. Master Kamp asked Cole to remove his clothes. It had become routine that Cole would do so when presenting himself to the upper leadership of the order. It was the first time he’d done so with another in the room, but he knew not to question it. He didn’t recognize Grandmaster Angus or even know his position, but he couldn’t help but notice the man’s strong, powerful presence. Burly body, beefy hands, broad, barrel chest, and thick, dark beard. He looked like a lumberjack in a white shirt and tie. His gaze made Cole’s hole twitch, as if his body knew him before his mind did. Kamp laid Cole over his lap, bending him over such that his long legs hung down with his ass presented up. Cole knew this position well from his childhood. Over-the-knee spanking was the discipline of choice by his parents. And, as it would seem, by Master Kamp. The first time Kamp’s hand made contact with Cole’s ass, it was a broad, stinging smack, shooting a spark of pain up Cole’s body through his spine. He felt his muscles tighten, holding themselves taut in an attempt to protect himself. It took a while for him to relax again, though he knew that would not help. A second, identical smack came, right where the first one hit, and it seemed to take on twice as much feeling. Cole’s poor ass endured it again and again, each time making his body tense up. He looked instinctively to Grandmaster Angus, as if seeking help. But Angus’ eyes were cold, studying him, curious what more Cole could take. Cole held on to Kamp’s leg, gripping him to keep from writhing. But all it did was inspire Kamp to continue. He pulled down the boy’s underwear, rubbing his reddened, delicate ass as he felt the boy hold back the urge to scream and cry. Cole could feel himself begin to shake, trembling as he felt himself reach his limit. He tried to hold on, though. He didn’t want something as small as a spanking to keep him from proving himself. Kamp could see Cole was not going to run away. Even as his body responded in pain, Cole’s cock pressed hard against his thigh, growing in size as he succumbed to the older man’s inflictions. Feeling around his backside, Kamp took a finger to the perimeter of his hole, feeling its soft skin pucker. He teased it, getting it wet with his saliva and gently fingering the sphincter. It felt nice. Warm and pleasant. Even Cole liked it. He arched his back, offering himself up to be pleasured, desperate to feel something other than the spanking. Master Kamp looked to Angus, giving him a slight smile indicating his satisfaction. Angus nodded, acknowledging that Cole was indeed a fine young lad. Cole caught this, and thought that perhaps he’d passed the test. However, he had no idea what more the two men had planned for him and his hole…

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