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Perceptions - Chapter 16
The sun was streaming into Laith's bedroom through the spaces in the heavy curtains where they meet at the center, so I knew it was at least 7:30, but it could be 10:00 for all I knew. I could hear gentle moans next to me, but I hadn't focused my eyes there yet. Laith had positioned himself on Melanie's right side and his chest was half on top of hers. He looked to be plunging his tongue into her mouth and I slid quietly out of the bed and tippy toed into his bathroom. I'm sure they noticed, but my goal was not to disturb their action. The bathroom was impressive. Not because it was state of the art or anything, it was old, but it was preserved perfectly. The ceilings were high, like ten feet; the moldings were thick and intricate, the fixtures heavy and old, but again, in pristine condition, and all of the tile work was detailed beyond anything you normally see. Laith, however acted like it was all nothing special, but not really in an unappreciative way, just that he didn't put a lot of value to it. Kind of like Melanie didn't put much stock in other people's opinions. They were similar that way.
I stepped under the shower. This was no water saver, it drowned me with probably like five gallons of water a minute. It felt good, relaxing, to let the hot water pour over me and loosen me up. I loved having Laith's fluids and scents marking me, but it also felt good to get clean. I soaped up a couple times and rinsed, wasting time so Laith and Mel could be alone. When I finally stepped out and was drying myself, I heard the door swing open and jumped a bit when I saw Mel. I quickly covered my front and wrapped the towel around my waist. She laughed a bit loudly, smiled broadly and announced cordially, "Your attendance is requested in the bedroom.", then she turned and left. I hurriedly dried off, left the towel wrapped around me and hopped into the bedroom to see what awaited.
Melanie sat next to Laith at the head of the bed with her curious smile again. They were both beautiful and striking together. I looked at both of them for a bit, but nothing. They were observing me like a research animal. "What?" I interjected a bit too loudly. Laith retorted quickly, "Watch it fag, or I'll be over there in a second to slap your loud mouth." I didn't think he was too mad at me, but I responded quickly and genuinely, "I'm sorry for any disrespect Master Laith", and as I was saying that I kneeled on the floor where I was standing, and hung my head down. "Pussy, look up at me.", he directed, and I stared at he and Melanie on the bed. She wisely stayed out of Laith and my interchanges, although I could tell she was understanding and supportive of me and my journey. I could also see that she might have been a little uncomfortable with the fact that she was obviously a little turned on by the way Laith used and treated me and in some unsanitized way it made her even more wet for him.
"So, Melanie wants to see more of what we do......what I do......to you." My master hopped out of bed and went into his closet and returned with a pink jock. As he entered, he was spinning it on his right index finger. I frowned and when Melanie laughed, he even smirked. He tossed it at me. "Put this on pussy. Turn around first. No one is interested in seeing what you have hanging there." "Yes Sir.", I responded as I fetched the bright colored supporter from the floor, stood and spun away from them and slipped it on. Like a sad reveal, I turned back around to exhibit his selection on me. He smiled, which honestly made me melt that I gave him pleasure. "Laith", Melanie observed, "You really have a hot guy here. Look at his body, he's really put together. I didn't realize just how sexy he is." Laith replied, "Yeah, but what's so confusing is whether it's a bitch or a bro. I love using his muscle and the way he submits to me, but there's no denying that if I could make him pregnant he'd carry my babies." Melanie weighed in, "So I assume you are not saying that women are only good as bitches and baby-makers. At least that's what I hope."
"Listen shorty," he defended, "you fuckin' know I don't think that about you or treat you that way. You're a total package and any guy should fuckin' worship you, except for me I mean, but fruit loop here is a different story. I give this bitch what she needs and she's way better off for it, isn't that right fago?" I figured that question went to me, so I responded to both of them, "Yes Sir Master Laith, I look forward to every minute I spend with you and would be so lost without you and Master Greg." I didn't know where the thought of Master Greg came from, or why I chose to offer it now, but there it was. "Mel," I continued, "It may not be any of my business, but I don't think Master Laith considers you or most girls in the way he refers to me. I'm a completely different quotient." Laith threw in, "Fucking right you are slut." Then Mel suggested, "yeah, I know, I'm just getting used to what I'm seeing. I really think it's fascinating, but I'm a little embarrassed about how some of it makes me feel. "Well", I offered, "what happened for me in the last few months is nothing I expected. Some of it seems embarrassing, but the more I accept what I really want, the less embarrassing and more arbitrary it all seems." Melanie absorbed some of this and shook her head in acknowledgement. "It may seem fucked up, but I feel really fulfilled." I explained. "I want Master Laith's attention, abuse and punishment. It makes me feel like I have purpose. I feel worthless without the ability to serve him and offer him service."
Hopping out of bed again, I got to watch Master Laith's cat like prowess as he moved to the closet, wearing only a pair of hospital scrub pants that were so worn that they had random tears on both legs. He returned now wearing a pair of baggy mesh basketball shorts carrying two thick ropes. He pointed at the floor near the foot of his bed and commanded, "Kneel." I quickly assumed the position. He wrapped a cloth around my left wrist and then tied a tight knot around that wrist, and tied the other end of the rope to the bedpost above my head. He did the same with the other arm, positioning me spread eagle across the foot of his bed. He pointed to the chair and politely directed Melanie with one word, "Please?" To which she assumed her own curled up position in the chair to watch what was about to unfold. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I did not think an ass raping was out of the question. I guess Mel was wondering the same, because she asked, "So is he going to be pregnant after this?" "Cute," Laith replied. "I'm not gonna take his ass in front of you, and I don't think you're ready to see that. It's different than you might think. More intense; not as civilized as you're used to.
Once I was secured, he disappeared into the closet once again. He returned with a wide leather belt, folded in half, his right fist clamped firmly around it. I guess Mel was a bit shocked because she blurted, "Laith, what is that?" "Melanie," he explained as he redirected his attention to her, "It's what we do. It's what he is. It's part of what I am too." Taking a few steps towards her, he took one knee in front of the chair and looked her in the eyes. "What scares you most about this?" "I don't understand it," she offered. "Yes you do" he replied. "What scares you?," he repeated. "I don't know,......maybe it won't be so bad, I don't know." I could tell she was getting slightly upset. "So, just see what happens. Don't judge what we are doing, just see how you feel and if it bothers you we can stop. You can be in control of this.", he offered. I didn't think she could handle it, but she surprised me. "Alright she said, I can handle it. Just, I want to make sure. Sandy are you ok with this?" "Mel," I replied, "I need this, I crave this. Please accept me for what I am and don't hate me." "I don't" she replied.
Master Laith returned to the foot of the bed, dropped his shorts and peeled off his white briefs that had been cupping his musky balls, cock and ass. He wadded them up and stuffed them in my mouth. "Bite down fag" he instructed. They were intoxicating. Within seconds I felty the first crack against my ass and I howled through the briefs as my body jolted up against the bed frame and pulled at the ropes binding my arms. Crack, and the whip came down again, and again, and again. My body and brain separated after about 5 lashes and I just focused on taking his beating and assuming my place as his owned faggot slave. I dreamed of serving him and making him happy and continued to recite my mantra in my head, `I am yours, I belong to you'. I think he dropped the belt after about 15 or 20 strokes, and my body fell against the bed frame when I was sure it was over and I could release myself. The pain was blinding, but the sense and satisfaction of the homage and service I was providing to this god anesthetized me from the pain. I twisted my head to look back and saw the breathtaking site of my Master positioned behind me, sweating heavily, his perfectly striated body radiating, his magnificent cock aroused. He was breathing heavy and looked totally flushed. I realized this event had emotionally stirred him as much as me, because his exertion from the strapping alone would not cause this level of fatigue. I felt gratified that I could move my Master in this way, my sense of fulfillment overflowed and a tear formed in the corner of my eye.
It occurred to me that I hadn't heard anything from Melanie, so I craned my head further to see her sitting in the chair, slightly overwhelmed and a little shocked, but the finger she was forcefully sucking in her mouth indicated that she was taking it in and the scene had had a powerful effect on her. I wondered if she was trying to make sense of her feelings about it and what she would allow herself to feel about it. My Master did not approach her, but he turned to regard her and await her verdict. She stood in a cool and calm manner, then approached him slowly. I could not see his face now, but I assumed he was not sure what her response might be. As she got closer, she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulled herself into him and laid her mouth on his strong lips. As he invaded her mouth with his tongue he swept her up in his arms and moved her to the bed. Positioning her on her back, he moved between her legs, and from my tied position I could see his powerful back and legs and his entire body eagerly preparing for it's reward. She had decided to give herself to him, and very quickly she slid out of her panties and out of the tee shirt she'd been wearing. Her back had assumed that cat-like shape which offered up her body in the most pleasing way for him, and her legs splayed just enough to invite him to take her. As he lined up his cock, he leaned in to kiss her, more gently this time and he whispered something in her ear to which she pulled him in and initiated another kiss. Was this love, lust or just discovery for them I wondered? Did it matter? Before he entered her, he turned to me. "Make yourself useful cunt and lick the bottom of my feet while I'm fucking".
Their fucking was ..... well, I think the words would be `in sync'. While I had known brutal clouting, this was very athletic, but with rhythm and pace that was elegant, not cruel or ruthless as I had preferred. Their pleasure points were not about dominance and submission. They connected differently, more equally. It was foreign and less interesting to me.