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The head games Apprentice Blue felt weren’t an accident. Everytime the young apprentice did as the masters said, he couldn’t tell if he was succeeding or failing to meet their expectations. He strived to do what was asked and to impress the men who could help determine his future, but they left him unable to ascertain their judgement.
In a way, this drove Apprentice Blue a little mad. He opened his mind, his heart, and his body to them, desperate for approval, only to be left wondering what more he could do. He didn’t realize, of course, that this was exactly the plan that the masters had for him.
Without any firm acceptance or approval of his performance, the eager young man pushed himself further and harder than he ever would. They wanted to see just how far he would go given his own propensity for submission, separate from any progress report or affirmation. This couldn’t have been more clear than when it came time for Blue’s atonement.
The name implies a corrective action, a payment or sacrifice for having done something wrong or inadequate. In truth, Blue had been a perfect initiate, determined yet obedient. He was handsome, smart, strong, and becoming more aroused each time the masters stripped him down to play with his manhood and hole. But what the atonement provided was an opportunity for the leaders to see if the apprentice was willing to put the desire of the Order before his own.
When Blue entered the ceremony room, he was surprised to see three men sitting in rich, ornate chairs, dressed in dark, fine suits with silk ties and polished shoes. Their combined presence filled the air with a hint of expensive cologne and leather. He wondered who they were or if he’d met them before; their faces were covered with strange masks that hid their identities.
Beside them, placed like a coffee table, was a long piece of furniture that was too irregular to be a platform for drinks. It was covered with a dark cloth that concealed unknown objects beneath. At the head of the table alongside the others sat Grandmaster Angus, a man Blue did not recognize, despite him having inseminated the young man the night of his initiation.
Grandmaster Angus was a strong, beefy man with a prominent, barrel chest that his dress shirt and tie could barely contain. He had a neatly trimmed beard and a shaved head, but there was a wildness about him all the same. The apprentice could have seen him in another time as a Spartan warrior or a hunter. Even in his most civilized and modern attire, there was something primal in his eyes.
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