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Perceptions - Chapter 10
It was the day before Thanksgiving, and everyone was looking forward to the next four days off from school. No classes or homework, practice or getting up early. The whole student body was psyched. Except for me that is. My Master GREG was headed out of town to have Thanksgiving with family on the other side of the state and wouldn't be back until Sunday. I wished he could stay in town, but I was told that wasn't an option. On the way home from school in Laith's VW, my Master and his best bud discussed their upcoming time off. Laith was focused on what was going on in town for the long weekend, and the Captain was looking forward to hanging out with his cousins in Springfield.
Laith mentioned several plans for his weekend before asking, "So, what's up with fago for the holiday?" "Dunno", my master replied. "You have something for him to do?" "Well, I have to finish and type that history paper for Langan's class for next Tuesday, and some help would be cool.", Laith offered. "I can't believe you put that off til the last minute man, you always do this shit, why?" "Fuck you nerd", Laith retorted immediately. "So, do I get to use the faggot or what?", he pressed. "Sure, work his ass off" my master offered. "Speaking of ass, how about I break that in too while you're away?" Master didn't hesitate a second, reacting "Fuck no man. Absolutely no pussy. That's all mine. I'll share his throat, but not his ass." Reminding Master GREG of a previous conversation they had, Laith talked about a promise to let him pound my ass." Now, my Master did hesitate. Then cobbling together a response, he offered, "Not yet man, no way. I'm not ready to share that." Laith was frustrated with the answer and pushed back, or tried pushing my Masters buttons at least. "Greg, you got something for this bitch or what? You haven't been out with Melanie in two weeks, and you spend all your time with this queer. What gives?" "Nothing man, I'm just using him, that's all. He's a good bitch and ....... I don't know, he's fuckin' good at worshippin' me and taking my dick, that's all." Well, how about if he takes my dick in his holes while you're gone best buddy?" Laith continued. "Fuck Laith, mouth only ok? No pussy." "Well........", Laith investigated "maybe I should hit Malanie's pussy if you don't want it." "Laith," my master responded, "if you want it and she'll give it to you, it's all yours." I could sense that this comment left Laith agitated.
I blew my master before he left town, and told him that I would miss him a lot while he was gone. It was a nice moment, because he said he "wished he had the next few days alone with me", which caused me to blush.
I was home in my room on Wednesday night when I got a text from Laith, `Be at the Uni Library tomorrow morning at 10:00 to help with project. You'll be out of there by 2:00.' I confirmed I'd be there, and decided to go to bed early. I was up crazy early on thanksgiving, so I went for a run and hit the gym. Walking by the mirrors in the locker room, I realized how my workout regimen and Master Greg constantly pushing me had really put me in prime shape. My arms were pumped and cut and I looked like I had gained a little muscle while keeping pretty lean. It occurred to me that I was way bigger than Master GREG and Laith, but still I didn't stand a chance against either of them mentally or physically.
I got to the library right at 10:00, still a little sweaty from my morning exercise. I found him in the area of the stacks he said he'd be in. He chose the local college library because it remained open through the holiday. The place was abandoned, but I still watched my volume as I greeted him with a quiet "Good morning Sir". He motioned me to sit in the chair opposite him at a quiet table in the deserted corner on the third floor of Memorial Library. Working on his paper, I looked up content and found references, while he took notes. Then I typed while he dictated. We actually had the paper done by 1:00, and looking simultaneously content and horny, he pointed to the floor in front of his chair and said, "Time to take another type of DICK - tation." I totally rolled my eyes and groaned, and he cracked up a little too. "Yeah, I know, cheesy; but get your faggot ass over here and wrap your queer lips around my cock." We'd seen nobody in the hours we were working there, but I was still worried about being found in sexual submission to another guy in a public place; but I was more hungry for him than scared, and so I moved fast. I was between his legs in an instant and fagged out on his shorts until he let me in. I was hoping he was gonna be aggressive, and a little cruel today, I was craving it rough, and he definitely didn't disappoint. He started by punching his cock down my throat, burying it to the hilt. He was into choking today, and he kept me on the verge of suffocation for most of the 15 minutes I was blowing him. My lips were getting tired, and I could no longer make a tight hole or maintain suction the way I normally do, so at that point, he stood up and led me about five feet back into the stacks and between the old dark library shelves. He held my head like a soft melon, and began to rape my face hard and fast while I drooled and choked on his hard muscle. I could sense he was getting close to climax based on his breath and his noises, and when he started to cum, he growled low, "Take that fucking cum queer, take it, take it all and swallow every drop you pig." I was his obedient bitch and he was my commander. When he was done unloading, he didn't pull completely out of my mouth, but instead slid only partially out, He held my head in place with his two hands and closed his eyes. Just before he let loose, he ordered, "Wrap your lips tight and swallow. Don't spill a fucking drop." I was still confused what he meant, but suddenly a squirt of his piss sprayed my mouth and his hands pushed my head further down his shaft. I literally had no time to think or calculate, it was a total Yes or No choice, so I chose yes and went for it. It was a little traumatic, but I just had to be a good slut, it's who I was becoming. "Yeah fago, that's it there you go, keep swallowing slut. Drink my waste you pig. Love it, yeah love my piss." I swallowed like crazy and finally his stream died off to a trickle and I sucked the last drops down. I looked up into his electric green eyes and he mumbled, "One thing Greg didn't get to first."
The afternoon was literally stuffing my face with my parents and extended family and hanging out on the couch at my house. By 8:00 I was in a turkey coma and by 9:00 I hit the sack for the night. Up again early, I went for an extra long run, and when I got back, I texted my Master and wished him a good day. There was nothing to do, which was good I guess, but I needed something. I was anxious. I picked up my phone and begin to text Laith. Hello Sir, I hope you had a good thanksgiving.' A minute later ding', he responded. `Meet me at the school gym in an hour, and take a shower first pig'. I was nervous as I rushed to get ready. I don't know why, but I felt like I was being really bad, which felt strangely good. I totally loved my Master, but I was needy and gaping and I needed something, anything. I arrived at our high school gym and knocked on the emergency exit door near the men's locker room as instructed by Sir Laith. He answered the door wearing only a jock. His body was compact and so ripped, striated and perfectly proportional that I literally paused and swooned when I laid eyes on him. He chuckled, "Good to see you too fago, need a minute to come to?" "No Sir, I responded, I was just .. uh blown away by your body Sir." "Yeah, I know Fago, You want me so bad, don't you?" It was obvious that no one else was there as he led me into the main changing area, and I didn't even bother to ask how he arranged access to the gym on a holiday weekend, it just didn't matter at this point. As we entered, he turned to me doing a right bicep pose. "WORSHIP" he commanded. I totally fagged out on his bicep, tasting the salty flavor of his skin and feeling the granite like muscles he built. I was in heaven. Lifting his elbow towards the ceiling, he pushed my face into his armpit and commanded, "EAT", and again I fagged out on him, licking his pit sweat and tasting his godly body.
Laith was really getting off on my worshipping him, but he was never going for the gold and pushing me to my knees and fucking my mouth. I didn't know where he was going with this. He eventually went to a gym sack on the changing bench nearby and pulled out a few ropes. He tied two ropes to opposite legs of the bench mounted in the floor. He forced me to my knees onto a rubber mat he'd placed below the bench and positioned me face down, stretching my hands apart and tying each wrist to opposite sides.
Next he sidled up behind me, rubbing his cock against my crack. Teasing me and whispering in my ear. "You wanna get raped slut, don't you?" I pleaded in response, "Sir, please don't please. My Master has forbid it Sir, please no." Continuing to slide the head up and down my pussy crack, he pressed for the answer he wanted, "C'mon slut, you can tell me. Don't be afraid. I know you want me to fuck you." "Sir, please, we can't, I can't. Please don't, please no, don't. We can't". "Call me Master" he purred. "Sir, I can't Sir. Please don't do this Sir. Please." He pressed, "You want to call me Master, don't you? You know you can't fight this, right? You are powerless against me. You can't change anything that is going to happen here. You have no power or fight or strength to escape from me ....... Just like Melanie." That comment shook me.
Yeah slut, I'm fucking all of Greg's whores while he is away. I became desperate, pulling at my bounds, fearing the inevitability I begged, Sir please, please, please don't do this please let me go. Please. I'll do anything." At that he plunged his cock into my ass as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, using one arm across my shoulders to steady me and the other holding a hand up to my mouth to quiet me. He pile drove his cock into me repeatedly while I continued to howl, squeal and beg through his hand, "Please no." As he took my ass and raped me, he whispered in my ear, "Call me Master cunt." He continued clouting my hole for what seemed like forever and when he had broken me he released his arms from me, allowing my mouth to hang open and me to slump forward and hang my head as he pummeled me like a rag doll. He repositioned his hands at my waist and pulled me back at the same time he thrusted his powerful hips forward driving his fuck tool ever deeper into my guts. As he continued to pound me I resigned that I was beaten and defeated. He continued whispering in my ear, "call me Master. Tell me what you want whore. Call me Master and tell me what you want you fucking cunt." I obeyed, "Master, fuck me please. Please fuck me Master. Rape me Sir. Please rape me Master."
I spent the rest of the afternoon into that night bound to that bench. Laith fucked me savagely more times than I could count. Was he now my Master? I had no idea anymore. I was just responding to the stimulus around me and I had no idea what I was doing. At 9:00 PM he finally released me from my bondage and let me take a shower before shoving me out the back door.