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Perceptions - Chapter 25
After Marblehead, I needed to recover both physically and mentally. Tack was right when he said I would be a hollowed out shell after he was done with me. Greg noticed me now though, and that made everything I had endured worth it. On the ride home on Sunday he sat next to me on the small bus and even though we didn't say much, he kept his leg pressed into mine and I felt him, his connection, and I was beyond grateful and felt complete.
I needed to rest, but the next morning I still had to go to school. If I stayed home my mom would be all over me, and that would be the opposite of rest. I was careful to conceal any marks that had been delivered to my body over the weekend. I was moving slowly, not just because of the physical pains I was nursing, but because everything felt new and I wanted to see all that was happening, and not go so fast that I made mistakes.
I didn't see Master Greg before class, but the 4 `Sado Wrestlers' (which I began to refer to them as in my head since Sunday night) were all chummy near their lockers when I got there. They looked surprised to see me as I approached them gingerly in the hallway. "Well faggot, how are you doing today" Tack said loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "I'm ok Sir" I replied submissively. "Sir? Sir?" Tack retorted inquisitively. Realizing my mistake and what he wanted I corrected, "I'm sorry Master. I meant to say Master and I am truly sorry". Though they all seemed to enjoy the spectacle going on, along with other students within earshot, no one seemed too shocked by what was happening or being said. My guess was that Tack had told all of his friends about his new status as my master. He probably played up his close relationship with my Master Greg as well. Looking at me with ice cold eyes, Tack directed me; "Show me the respect I deserve right now fag". I wasn't sure what that meant, but he wasted no time in showing me what he wanted. Right there in the crowded hall he pointed at the toe of his Nike and held his right foot forward and said "KISS IT" too loudly for the assembling mob. I could feel the eyes on me. I felt totally self-conscious and afraid, but not totally humiliated because most of the school had already heard stories about me and were trading rumors about how low I've gone. This showy display is not something that Master Greg or Laith would do because it was too public and they were more confident and subtle with less to prove; but Tack was riding his Alpha wave and this is what he wanted. I tried to blind my mind against everything else that was happening, and make it only about Master Tack and myself. Not paying attention to all of the murmurs, I kneeled before my new master, witnessed by all of our classmates, and leaned down and repeatedly kissed the top of his foot. As the blinders eventually lifted and I came back to reality, the catcalls and screams were deafening, and as I looked up even the sado-wrestlers looked a little surprised, but Tack certainly seemed the least surprised and most confident in his new role as King.
The day was pretty average, other than the pointing and whispers I had become accustomed to. I went to see my guidance counsellor after school and began the difficult task of reversing my college decision. I explained that I would be declining my invitation to attend Dartmouth. My counsellor was shocked, having been so involved in my efforts to get accepted; but when I said it was for `personal reasons', she acknowledged with a sense of understanding and experience. We submitted my application for U Mass - Boston and she assured me the application was just a formality and that I would probably get a full scholarship, but she was very clear in explaining; "greg, U Mass is not Dartmouth and Veterinary medicine is hyper-competitive. If you did well at Dartmouth you'd be guaranteed a spot at a top Vet School, but your chances of getting into Veterinary School are a fraction of what they would be coming out of your newly chosen school." I acknowledged her advice and thanked her for all of her assistance.
Walking home, it was sunny and I was feeling better than I had in a long time. Laith's VW pulled up next to me and stopped. Laughing, I looked into his car and smiled adding, "It's like you have a homing device on me." Smirking, he shot back, "I know everything faggo, now get in." Sliding into his car and under his influence felt so good. I loved my submission to my Masters, it made me feel alive. "I won't make you kiss my feet in the street" he added, looking to get a reaction. I was too content to take the bait. "What were you thinking?" He demanded. I laughed almost uncontrollably for about 20 seconds, which felt like a minute. "What was I thinking?" I asked back. "Master Laith" I asked, wanting to approach him super respectfully, especially after I laughed, "if you told me to lick your ass in front of my priest and I didn't do it, what would you do to me?" He reacted more than answered, "I'd end you, ya fucking cunt." I sighed, "Exactly SIR". He was silent and contemplative. After a few moments I pushed a little further, "So, do you like or dislike Tack?" He didn't respond quickly. For a guy who is smarter than everyone I know put together, I saw a little awareness grow in him as I asked that question. "I don't know yet", he answered honestly. He added, "You are such a submissive obedient cunt, and I have a hard time wrapping my head around that sometimes."
I told Master Laith about my change of Universities and thanked him for the lovely weekend at the beach. He got the joke and threw me out of his car in front of my house, but not before saying, "You've got some heart pussy boy", to which I responded "I'm lucky to have you as my Master." He threw me the middle finger while scowling at me, and then pulled away fast.
Now to tell the parents. Dinner was not a happy meal, but more of a food fight. My mother couldn't understand and thought the excuses I gave her were weak. My father was more understanding, but I think he knew that I was holding back something. Nothing got resolved, and they had no idea about the real reason I was opting to stay in Boston.
I went to bed early and tried to sleep as much as I could since I returned, taking it easy at the gym, knowing I needed time to repair. I figured Master G was spending time with Aubrey and I hoped he was happy with the changes in me, as I tried to keep him updated with my activities. He was largely quiet on text and in person, though he acknowledged the information I shared with him.
I ran into Master G at the gym on Tuesday, and I was all smiles while he seemed dark, contained and powerful. Before leaving he instructed me, "My house 9:00, you're staying over." I was worried about my capability and stamina so soon after the events of Marblehead, but my discomfort seemed secondary to his pleasure as I knocked on the door. He led me up the stairs to the attic. He'd been really quiet since the weekend trip, but not cold......just silent. I didn't understand it, but I rolled with it. Once in the attic, he stripped down to his square cut Adidas nylon underwear and I immediately hit my knees to acknowledge his greatness. Circling in front of me he rubbed my face over his bulge, teasing me and making me hunger for him. He kept this up for minutes, which felt like hours, before dropping his shorts and making me whimper and beg for his manhood. I licked his feet and cleaned out his ass in order to earn the honor of having him choke me on his cock. He wasn't buried down my throat for a minute before I was blowing my load uncontrollably all over the floor, with a little hitting his powerfully veined athletic feet. When I came completely untouched, he chuckled and said, "What a fuckin' bitch" and he increased his intensity and pace, using my mouth and throat much harder and rougher than he had originally began. I was honored to take the rough use, as it is my duty and obligation, and I was so proud to once again be at my master's feet serving him.
After burying his cunt basher deep in my throat and blasting his precious load into me, he finished by slapping my face with his post-orgasm stud cock. I was in heaven as Master G tormented me, loving the attention I was receiving from him, beaming in my role as his servant and slave as he abused me, I was happy to worship his feet as he sat down on the couch and pointed to his sweaty athletic soles. Things were again right with the world for me. After a while he directed me to stop and sit up, and I reacted quickly, looking him in the eyes. "Slave" he addressed me more formally than normal, "Tell me about the last few days." Not knowing exactly what he wanted to know, I overshared, as is my habit, telling him about my feelings of regret in the way I handled things, my great appreciation for his patience and strength in helping to mold me, my withdrawal from Dartmouth and enrollment at U Mass. Basically my utter devotion to him and his life. He was relatively quiet, almost solemn, and I wanted him to be happy, but he was far more reserved than I was.
Dragging me up from the floor and pushing my back down into the couch, he straddled me and covered my muscled body with his smaller superior frame. Grinding me down aggressively, he spoke quietly into my ear. "I know what you did was not easy. You did it because you need me. Admit that to me greg, tell me why you changed your life for me."
I began to shake a little, then huff my breath. I composed myself and complied, "Master, I will always regret making you unhappy Sir. I could have lost you and my life would be meaningless and I would be useless. It's my life now to do anything to please you, and I will never stop trying to show you how much you mean to me and how much I want and need to be owned by you Sir. You are everything." I declared. He growled quietly, "Don't expect me to thank you for it cunt, you're lucky to have me. Damn lucky. Whose your Master, he asked?" "You are my Master." I spoke firmly. "Who, and louder" he clarified. "You are Master Greg, Captain Greg is my owner and Master" I said more loudly. Then he lowered himself down towards me, and I was sure he was going to press his lips against mine and I was in heaven, but instead he slid his face to the right of mine and as he laid on top of me, he fell asleep. More content than I can remember, I felt privileged to rest under my Master and King as his cushion, as he slept while I felt his perfection so close to me.