Master Scott was there, too. I really don’t know him. We’ve never had any reason to speak. He’s very quiet and reserved. None of the Masters are exactly chummy, but I’ve never seen more than the faintest half smile on his face. When the Masters are chatting and someone says something funny, everyone laughs, but Master Scott just has that half smile and chuckles a few times. It’s like he’s always mentally a few steps away watching and always two thoughts ahead of everybody else in the room.

So there we all were… and the bench. Obviously, they were all going to watch me sit on those pegs. I tried to tell myself that they were just there because they had conducted my three initiations up to this point. But then Master Scott starts undressing me and Master Kamp reaches over and starts caressing my chest and even grabs my crotch to see if I’m hard. I’m not.

I don’t honestly know what I was feeling. Self Conscious? Absolutely! Embarrassed? Maybe. I don’t know. Master Scott was stroking his hands all over me and kissing my neck. He said I was a “good boy,” in this deep warm husky voice that just went straight into the pit of my stomach and made my knees weak. I don’t know where that came from. I mean he’s a good looking man, but all of them are. Somehow though I felt like I would walk through fire to hear him say it again.

Walking through fire is a toss up between what actually happened. After a few minutes, I was totally naked with these four intimidating men in suits. Master Kamp was sucking my cock trying to get me hard. Like that would happen. Master Scott was still exploring my body with his hands. More like worshipping it really, like I was a work of art, or a thoroughbred, or something. Master Banner and Master Saint pulled their cocks out and started jacking off watching the show.

Master Kamp said it was time to begin and for me to sit on the first peg. Master Scott lubed it up and I impaled myself on it. The first one was fairly easy. It was smaller than any of the dicks I had taken. Just saying that is mind blowing, like seriously?! A few weeks ago I never imagined words like that would come out of my mouth in a dozen lifetimes. It’s true, though. A hell of a lot has happened to me since I got here. Master Kamp said to fuck myself with it and I rose up and down. Then he said to prepare the next one.

It was bigger and it definitely felt painful going in but Master Scott said, “Good boy,” again and my hole just opened up. Just doing that with three men in suits sitting back watching was embarrassing enough, but Master Kamp, sitting at the end of the bench made me lean back and hold my balls up so that he could watch the peg going in and out. Of course leaning back meant losing my balance and going all the way down on the peg.

The next one was about the same size as most of the masters. I don’t think I could have taken it straight off, but I was opened up at that point. Master Scott was rubbing my chest with oil and telling me how good I was doing, with his head next to mine and his bristly mustache tickling my ear when he spoke. I just barely managed to sit on the next to last one. It really just barely fit and I felt like I was being split open. The last one was impossible! It was pear shaped and as big as a man’s fist. Master Kamp insisted that I try. I was afraid to say “no,” but of course it wouldn’t go in.

After Master Kamp decided that I had tried hard enough, he turned me over to Master Scott to be punished for my failure. My heart sank. I just hoped he would go easy on me, since he seemed pretty pleased with my efforts. He put me on my knees. Then he started getting undressed. Was he going to fuck me?! My punishment was actually having that god of a man take my ass? He pulled his underpants down and told me to suck his cock and get it hard. I took it in my mouth and started sucking. As it grew… and grew, I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Master Scott was as big as the last peg that just barely fit in my hole. And he was going to fuck me with it.