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Perceptions - Chapter 14
Winter break was amazing. We hardly had practice at all over the holidays, and there was no school work. I spent loads of time with Master Greg & Master Laith, and I felt both immersed and consumed in their worlds.
Getting back into the swing of things at school was going to feel like a shock to the system, but I was still excited about it. The first day back at school, I expected to see my Masters in the cafeteria, but it turned out that their lunch period was the one before mine, and I was really bummed that we would not be able to have lunch together this semester. They didn't see me, but when I was entering the cafeteria from the main entrance, and they were leaving through the side, I saw someone new leaving with their group. It was a face I didn't recognize.
Between classes I didn't see either of my Masters, but I figured I'd see them at practice and find out how their first day back was. Again, in the hallway, I thought I caught a new face, a new profile going into a classroom. Something about this new figure was unsettling. I asked some classmates if there was anyone new at school this semester, and no one I was sitting near had heard of a new student. I figured it was just somebody I had never met before; but then why all of a sudden did he catch my attention several times in just one day. There was something about him. Then, in physics class my lab partner mentioned the new guy at school this semester. He was a Senior like me. She didn't know much other than he moved here from the South and she heard he was a good athlete, but didn't know much in the way of details.
At practice my Masters seemed distracted, happy, almost giddy. Was it all in my mind, did it have anything to do with their new friend? I had no idea. We focused on conditioning exercises after having time off, so I didn't get a chance to talk to Masters Greg or Laith much during practice other than to greet them. After practice in the locker room, I awaited instructions for that night, but nothing came. Before we left, I questioned Captain Greg, "Anything going on tonight?", and he seemed a little distracted and replied with a pleasant grin, "Nope, just some stuff to get ready for school pal, what about you?" Pal, pal, fuckin' pal? What, was he drugged? WTF!!! When did I become pal, when did he become the poster boy for bliss, rather than aggression? Maybe I was just pissed that he was not going to use me tonight, but either way I was feeling really unsure of myself and my place and purpose in the world right now.
I was in no hurry to get home, there was nowhere to go tonight, so I thought I'd spend some time in the library figuring out my classes and get a start on some work before heading home for dinner. I got wrapped up in my work, which was good because it took my focus off of my preoccupation with Master Greg, and before I knew it it was 5:30 and I packed up to head out. That's when I saw them, in the main foyer by the entry doors, sitting on a bench smiling and laughing, was my Master Greg with one of the most beautiful blonde boys I had ever seen. He was striking. Nearly six feet tall he had wavy, almost curly blonde hair, broad shoulders, a small waist and beautiful smile. His blue eyes were lit up as Master Greg spoke to him and he was both nodding and laughing. If I had to characterize him, he was like a more muscular Alex Pettyfer, an angelic vision. Then, I witnessed as he put his hand on Master Greg's shoulder, and my Master clearly leaned into and responded so positively to his new friend in that moment. I was devastated. I slunk out of one of the side doors and walked into the cold evening air to begin my trudge home. My mind was racing with doubt, fear and worries. It was an avalanche and I was drowning.
"Hey fago" a familiar voice bellowed from the blue VW that had skirted up beside me as I moved down the sidewalk from campus. I stopped and turned, with relief, to see only Master Laith in his car. I paused for a moment, speechless, and made no movements. Maybe for effect, or maybe to mourn my perceived loss. I didn't know what was going on, I didn't know what Laith knew, I was pretty much stunned on all levels. "Get in the car homo", he shouted. I slouched into the passenger seat and stared brainless through the glass into the night. "Who gave you a lobotomy fago?" He demanded. I knew I COULD NOT cry, but I wanted to. I just shook my head, I could not find words. What would I say? What could I ask that I could bear hearing the answers to? I just wanted to die. "What gives queer?", he pressed. I had nothing. "Don't make me ask again" he ordered. "I saw them" I explained. "Master Greg and the new guy. They seem happy, right?" He chuckled, "Oh faggot, are you worried about losing your boyfriend? You are in love, aren't you? Fuck, your gay mind is getting married and shit already. Fuck!!" I sat there silently. Staring at my lap. Knowing he was right, and that I had been on fast forward with my Captain, but also knowing Laith was a heartless prick about my feelings. "Ok, so there is this new guy, you have no idea what it means or where you fit in yet. Don't make assumptions fago." And with that he made a left turn instead of a right. We were headed to a different part of town than where Master Greg and I lived. The homes weren't visible from the street here, and the streets themselves weren't straight, but instead windy. If you were part of the country club set, I think this was your part of town. We pulled into a driveway marked with two tall stone pillars and moved through a small thick of trees before a rolling lawn appeared leading up to what looked to be a stone mansion. "What the fuck is this ?", I screamed with a little excitement, lifting my mood. "Do you live here?", I continued. "Watch your mouth faggot. Don't be disrespectful to me or I'll slap your face." "Sir, I'm sorry, Sir", I responded, "I didn't mean to curse to you, I just am super surprised, you never said anything to make me think you were wealthy." "Ok faggot, don't say wealthy, you sound like a bad magazine", he corrected, "and it's not important information for me to share."
"Call your parents and tell them you won't be home for dinner.", was all he said, and it wasn't a question or a discussion topic. I called and let my parents know immediately. The house was old, but impeccable. Everything was maintained to work perfectly, but the things you saw in a house like this you didn't see in a house like mine. The scale was huge, the materials used were old, like historically old. The furniture wasn't what you buy, it was collected from god knows where. It was just different. The house was lit dimly, but like someone was there waiting, but nobody was home, or didn't appear to be. We went into the kitchen, which looked like it was made more for a restaurant than a house, and Master Laith grabbed a few cans from the fridge and we headed into a side hallway and up a dimly lit back staircase. On the second floor the halls were wide, covered with those fancy woven carpets from the Middle East, that I always trip over the ends on. The lights were on the walls, like every 10 feet, rather than overhead and they looked really old too. Coming to a large door, Master Laith swung it open and I immediately knew we were in his room. It was pretty normal, except all of the furniture was big, and there was more of it, and the floors and walls and stuff were old but really nice.
"Drink" he commanded, handing me a Monster. In my stupor from the shock of the new guy with Master Greg plus the new environment, I didn't even process, I just did what I was told, like a robot. "So, you met Aubie?" I just hung my head and shook it from side to side, "No, I just saw them together when I was leaving. He didn't talk to me today at practice." Laith didn't respond immediately, he was thinking, I could tell. He wasn't someone who played to feelings and emotions, so I wasn't expecting anything very empathetic. "What are you worried about?" "That he'll forget me", I answered. "Doubtful", he responded; "but we'll see." His response left me hopeful but resigned to the fact that none of this was in my control. What the hell kind of name is "Aubie" I asked. "Dunno", he replied, "and be more respectful bitch." I was feeling coarse, so I pushed back, "You know that $100 you took from me at Thanksgiving, seeing that you live here, I want it back" I laughed, and Laith cracked up too.
In a moment, he was hammer down serious again. "Strip", he commanded with zero smile. I obeyed without even processing. He stripped down as well, and then observing my dick, he went through a door into an adjoining room and came back with a jock that he tossed at my face. "Put this on queer" he spat. Circling me, he ordered me to flex for him. I frowned and rolled my eyes, and he decided to change the pace and direction. He smacked my face, not too hard, but he made sure it stung. Then reaching down he grabbed my balls through the jock I had just put on, and he squeezed and twisted; HARD. I howled and he locked eyes with me. "Are you hearing me now fago?" "Yes Sir" I yelped. Again he tightened his grip and twisted and I groaned loudly again and began to whimper. Using my useless dick, he dragged me to my knees and posed a question, "Do we understand each other now pussy?" "Yes SIR Master Laith" I responded hastily. Releasing my damaged balls, he stood and circled again. Standing in front of me he commanded, "Flex". I noticed that his small stature in no way detracted from Master Laith, if anything it made him hotter. His body was ripped perfection, his mind was the most confident and powerful force I had ever experienced; and I loved the feeling of being in his realm because it felt so secure. He was always so sure, or at least he projected that feeling whether he actually was or not. His face was a mix of handsome, evil and sexy, a totally intoxicating triple threat. I was graced to be in his presence. He was an Alpha Dom in spite of his size, not because of it, and that made him infinitely more powerful than the large mindless jocks that wandered around tripping over things and thinking they were something special. I flexed both arms into a double bicep for him and stressed to give him the best I could. Resuming his circling of me, he pawed at my biceps and neckline. He felt my lats and placed several jabs onto my pecs as he stood in front of me. "All of this hard muscle, packaged up not to protect itself or to excel on it's own behalf, but to perform as a slave. A slave for me or any other alpha who claims you boy. You are not a man, you are almost subhuman, but not totally. You are human, but not a man. Sometimes you're my girl, but you're not really a girl either, are you?" I shook my head to affirm I was not. "You are a conundrum bitch. If I told you I was gonna make you pregnant, would that turn you on?" I smirked and nodded yes. "What's funny about that bitch?" He questioned, with an amused curiosity. "I like the sound of that, being made pregnant by you", I mused. "Like a girl?", he continued. "Do you want to spread your legs for me, submit to me, carry my seed and provide my offspring cunt?" I shook my head yes very vigorously. "Best offspring you could ever hope to birth bitch", he continued. Stepping in front of me, he tilted my head up, positioned my mouth open as I stared up at him, and he gathered a mouth full of his spit and squirted most of it into my mouth and spit a little on my face, I suppose to mark me. "Swallow", he commanded. I was once again at peace, and where I belonged.
He went back through the doorway again and came back with several silk rep ties. "On the bed, face down" he instructed as he tied one end of all four ties to the heavy bed frame, and the other end to each of my four limbs. My face was in his bedspread, and It felt good. It was nothing like mine at home. Positioning himself at the top of the bed, his back against the headboard, he slid his groin to my face and slapped my cheeks with his big cock. "Open up faggot", he directed, and without warmup or warning, he seized two fistfuls of my hair and proceeded to fuck my face brutally with his cock. At first, I was gagging and sputtering, but he broke that reflex pretty handily, using my head like a melon, impaling me with his fuck stick. He brutalized my throat and mouth for minutes, slamming his hips up while he forced my head down. The pain in my upper lip from contacting his hard body was substantial, but I bore my pain for his pleasure willingly. I was surprised when he slowed and used his legs to put a headlock on me, but within seconds I was tapping out from the pressure and pain, and I understood that he was once again asserting his power and control over me, and I was happy to be his subject. Moving behind me he positioned his hand across my lips and mouth and with absolutely no warning he plunged all the way into my cunt. I screamed and howled for the first few plunges as he bore a home for his magnificent cock in my pussy, and as I adjusted, he removed his hand from my mouth and got down to his work as a Stud, breeding my hole, pulverizing my ass and building up his store of seed to impregnate me with his precious cum. As he took me, I tried to flex and attain the right curve of my back and ass and legs to show I was working hard to be his bitch, I wanted to remain open and begging for his masculine energy and dominance. He sensed my acceptance and he was in the perfect position to get in my ear. "Bitch, do you love my cock, huh?" "Yes Sir, I love your cock Sir, I love you fucking me Sir." I replied without hesitation. "Fucking you", he scoffed, "I'm raping you pig, I'm breeding your sloppy faggot cunt you whore. Does it hurt? Are you hurting for me cunt?" The truth was it was always a mix of pleasure and pain. His actions caused real physical pain, but mentally, being taken, being made vulnerable by an alpha king like him, pleasing him, being his receptacle, his object, his property was the most fulfilling thing I could do, so that side brought me more pleasure than was measurable. "Yes, it hurts Sir", I screeched. "How bad", he pressed. "Your big cock is ripping me apart", I gasped. That spurred him to another level, physically and mentally. His mind shifted or a switch flipped, but now we were sailing a completely different paradigm. He began to brutally bludgeon, no rape, my ass and I began to scream out loud, and he let me. "Does it hurt?", he taunted. And I cried "Yes." "Yes what?" He retorted between exhausting breaths. "Yes Sir", I screamed. "Then if it hurts bitch, cry for me. Cry you cunt", he growled and found an extra burst that pushed him to a new height of brutality. Then, the tears began to roll and I sobbed and cried, and I repeated "It hurts Sir, it hurts so much Sir." Over and over, I sobbed and repeated those words, which is what I needed to admit and he wanted to hear, because that drove him over the edge and he filled my hole with the most potent load I have ever taken.
He laid on my back, me totally broken, him totally triumphant, but exhausted. His sweat pouring all over me, I felt privileged to smell him, taste him and be the recipient of his output. I loved this moment, having worked to please him, knowing he is satisfied at least in part due to my existence and effort. I loved this moment of connection after service where I could feel good about myself.
This was without question the most intense fuck I ever experienced, and it was so out of bounds, that I thought it might be the most intense one I ever would receive. As he stirred after a few minutes, still firmly in control of my mind and body, he whispered in my ear, "Who's your Master boy?" "Sir, You are my Master." Then, he got up and went through another doorway while I laid tied to his bed. I heard the water and realized he was taking a shower. I hoped nobody would walk in while I was tied to his bed, but then I thought to myself, I don't really care if they do.