Atonement - 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.
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