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Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further!
Perceptions - Chapter 12
In between classes I ran into the two seniors that are on the wrestling team. I was coming out of the second floor lav, and they were going in. One of them gave me an elbow into the door and instead of blowing it off, I asked, "I do something to offend you?" Ashley Dexter (Ash) spoke up aggressively. "Yeah fag, you're making a joke of our team." "How so?" I retorted evenly. Ash was cool, but he didn't have a lot of computing power, if you know what I mean. This time he slammed me up against the door, and I could feel the raw anger he was containing. His buddy Jack stepped in at this point and locking eyes with Ash, he directed his friend, "Chill Ash, this isn't gonna accomplish anything." "It will if I end him, then I don't have to hear about a bunch of Juniors treating a varsity wrestler like a fuckin' cheap whore", he spat. "Gives your sister a break", I responded dryly, and right after that is when Ash connected his fist with my face. My head hit the back of the door and I went down. Not out, but down. Jack pulled his friend off me and dragged me to my feet. He pushed Ash into the lav and told him to shake it off. Then he pulled me inside the doorway, and instead of pummeling me, he wanted answers. "Are those guys really passing you around like some kind of faggot bitch?", he demanded. I just looked down. I wasn't really ashamed, I just wasn't practiced or ready to answer the question. So, I led with the truth, "Yeah, they are, and I don't mind it." He seemed shocked, not mad or anything but like he couldn't believe I would admit it even if it was true. Feeling braver, I continued, "The truth is I like it. If you want to beat the piss out of me, go ahead, but it's not gonna change who or what I am, so if that bothers you, go ahead. End me." Jack just kinda shook his head, surprised, maybe disappointed, but at least now he had the truth. "Get outta here, and keep clear of Ash for a few days" he instructed. I felt good, being able to admit it.
I was in less of a hurry to bail right after wrestling practice on Monday afternoon. It wasn't like people weren't finding out about me in herds, I heard the whispers and saw the strange looks in the hallways and classrooms. If they didn't know yet, they probably would soon if they were any part of the schools social scene. I didn't want to deal with a lot of crap about being a faggot, but I honestly didn't have a problem being one, especially for my Master GREG and his best bud. The punch I took from Ash was turning into a pretty respectable black eye. I told everyone I walked into a basketball post in my backyard.
Greg and Laith felt less pressure to keep our situation a secret, and had become as comfortable as Mormons in Idaho with three wives about it. On my way out of the shower, Laith instructed me to wait around for a while as he was just entering the showers. Ash was already done and heading out of the locker room when I reached my locker, and I thought that he just wasn't able to cope with watching what was happening to me. He didn't like the idea and it was easier for him to not look than understand. I noticed Jack at his locker, post-shower, pretending to get dressed but not making much progress. It occurred to me he was interested in finding out first hand what was going on.
Master Greg was just peeling off his sweaty singlet at this time, and like I said, he had really gotten comfortable with things. There was another Senior visible in our row of lockers, plus Jack and three other Juniors. Master smirked at me, looking so hot in his jock and nothing else. Putting his right hand behind his head and pointing his right elbow to the ceiling he asked, "faggot, do you want to lick it?" "Fuck yeah, please Master" was all I could say. It was like an auto response to a life and death situation. My teammates mostly understood enough to not be totally shocked by what was going on, but for most of them this was their first opportunity to witness Master Greg's dominance and my submission. I moved to him quickly and whimpered and begged in front of everyone like a cheap slut. "Oh please Sir let me drink your sweat and taste you Sir. Please let me service and worship you Master." "Get down and start by licking my feet in front of everyone here. Show them what a pussy you are. Tell them you're my pussy, my faggot, my slave. Go ahead." I steadied my voice and tried to humbly and proudly to declare my submission, "I am Master Greg's pussy, faggot slave." Master GREG smiled and then commanded, "Lick bitch." I complied eagerly and hungrily devoured his feet while he drug them back and forth over my face. He paused and pulled back for a moment, bending down, puckering and then blew a wad of spit in my face. I responded by saying "Thank you Sir", and licking as much of it as I could off with my tongue,
Laith walked around the corner into our row of lockers and chuckled, "I didn't know you got started without me." Stepping up next to Captain GREG, he smirked and questioned, "Blow jobs?" Master Greg affirmed with a nod, and Laith announced, "Blow jobs for everyone", with a laugh. Catching Jack making some progress in getting dressed and being almost ready to leave, Laith addressed him, "Hey Jack, don't you at least want to try him out? You gotta be at least a little curious man." Jack was at least uncomfortable if not freaked out. "Nah, thanks, I'm good." He paused and then did the perfect tell-tale sign. He raised the possibility he was interested, but needed to be convinced, by saying, "You guys seem to have him pretty booked up and I'm not sure I want a guy on my dick." Laith was a prick, but he was also a word class confidence man. He connected visually with Jack and made him feel like he was the most important person in the room, the gym, the school. He put an arm on his shoulder, looked him in the eye and implored, "you gotta feel his velvet throat man, and you have to fuck his mouth, it's like nothing you've ever felt from one of your girls," and with a cheesy smile he laid on the compliments, "and we all know you've had a ton of action, but this is better. C'mon everyone, make room for the senior member of our team", and before you knew it Jack's cock was buried in my throat and he was pumping his first male cocksucking cum down my gullet.
It was basically a blow job drive-thru for the next thirty minutes, with all of the team members getting to use my mouth and throat to get off. As things go, it was pretty standard in my new world, but the topper occurred when Master GREG dragged me to the aisle between the lockers. He wanted to use me hard in front of everyone so they knew whose faggot I was, who I was owned by. He made me beg at his feet to lick them, then made me kiss his ass and lick his hole in front of everyone, and finally he fucked my mouth like a well worn cunt before blowing his load on my face. All the while, he told me things like "You're a good girl", "Whose bitch slave are you", to which I would reply between mouthfuls, "Yours Sir." He finished off after blowing his load by steadying himself, stepping back, and after about 15 or 20 seconds he started to unleash a torrent of his piss all over my face and body. I of course opened my mouth to drink whatever he directed there.
The unbelievable part is that when I became upright on my knees after licking his feet, but before going to work on his ass, I could see the coach from his glass office watching the scene unfolding. Our position in the aisle made it possible, whereas before Master GREG drug me out there, we were hidden from view. The coach watched while I licked Master GREG's ass, took his cock down my throat and was used like a urinal. He didn't seem upset or disgusted or anything like that, he just looked curious and observant. I don't think anyone else saw him looking on, mostly because they were all looking in the opposite direction.