Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please.
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 18
I know I should have been less needy, but I had to text my Master and thank him for using me the night before. Acting disinterested would have made me look less desperate, but I had already abandoned my facades about my power or manhood. His response was chill, but at least he didn't ignore me. "Good to see you fag." Was all he said. I refused to talk about this with Laith or anyone else. This was something I could see and was walking into willingly, so I was not going to whine and complain about it, but the truth is I was really twisted and disturbed about the whole thing. There was no relief, no light at the end of the tunnel, nothing! But still, I remained on the path to my own destruction. A sacrifice to a God.
Days went by, then a few weeks. I refused to badger or hound him. I was not going to be the one to embarrass him in his relationship or cause him trouble in any way. I so desperately wanted to know the `reasons why' of this situation, but honestly I already did. His boyfriend was this uber-hot beauty that worshipped him (or at least seemed to) and I was less spectacular and more unseemly than that. I was a niche interest. I had special qualities and skills that he valued, but they were not a good fit for normal circumstances, I hypothesized. I think Melanie described it as a tolerance and vulnerability for anything they threw at me.
Like last time, it was a Saturday night around 11:00. I was buried in a book about Russian history. I had begun reading and spending time at the gym for a few hours everyday to deal with the space that had formed with the absence of Masters Greg and Laith. The Russian Royal Family, before the beheadings, was where I currently found myself. My phone vibrated on the table next to my bed. I could see from the message title that it was from Master Greg. I reached for the phone to open and read it, and wondered how deep would I cut tonight. What are you doing pussy?', was his greeting. My heart raced despite the problems with this situation. At home reading Sir.', was my uncomplicated response. I didn't want to say anything more, because despite all of the disfunction of the situation; I wanted, no, I needed him to want me. It didn't matter if it was to punish me, use me, or destroy me, I just needed to be desired more than anything. `My house, now' was his response.
I tapped lightly on the front door in case his parents were asleep. Waiting in the cold night air, I found safety in watching the enormous moon in a clear dark sky; thinking that these were not big problems in the universe, just small bumps. He answered the door wearing jeans and a polo shirt. I assumed that he'd been out tonight because this did not seem like what he'd wear to hang out at home. "In", he ordered and then ascended the stairs. I followed him to the attic and he pointed to the floor near the couch. I kneeled quietly. He picked up a can of Monster that he'd already started, and took a large gulp. He paced, then he sat uncomfortably on the arm of the couch about five feet away. He moved and paced again, now seating himself closer on the opposite arm of the couch. I repositioned myself to look up at him in his new place.
"I'm not an asshole" he declared. "No Sir" I replied seriously. "You belong to me faggot, you are MY Property" he demanded. "I know Master" I acknowledged. "I care, I do" he said. I swallowed hard and my throat began to close a bit. I began to wrap myself in my own arms as a sort of protective reaction to what was happening. I couldn't acknowledge that he cared, because I wasn't sure what I believed. "You will obey me faggot" he barked. "Always Sir" I agreed. Then things moved fast. Grabbing me by the back of my collar, he dragged my upper body across the seat of the sofa while leaving my knees on the floor. Pushing my face into the cushion, he positioned himself behind me and reached around my waist to unbuckle my belt and pants. Roughly dragging down my jeans and briefs, he left them at my knees and exposed my ass. He paused for a minute, and then without warning his hand came down hard on my right ass cheek. I yelped involuntarily because from my perspective, I didn't see it coming. "Get that ass and pussy in the air bitch" he ordered. I projected my ass out towards him as he ordered. I heard his belt jingle and some rustling, I heard him spit and I heard a pistoning squeegee type sound, I felt his cock head at my cunt and I bit the cushion in preparation. Next, he selfishly slammed his cock to the hilt in my hole and I screamed in futility into the cushion while he power slammed my tight pussy hole. Yeah, it hurt, it was excruciating, but it was also an intense moment emotionally. I was his object and his focus at this moment, which set off a fire in me that made me want to be everything I could for him. He was also experiencing something emotionally, that he was struggling to make sense of. The scene was the messy, violent, transformative and healing in the most extreme way. He took me from behind, wrapping his arms around my torso and squeezing me; slamming into me, his property, as hard as he could for as long as he could sustain, simultaneously holding me close while showing no gentleness. Finally he drove his seed deep into me, marking me. Missing was his normal verbal onslaught, but as he recovered while he laid upon my limp body, he quietly affirmed, "Mine", to which I felt and thought `oh thank god'.
As we both descended from the adrenal peak, I was better able to feel his body's small movements and articulations on top of mine. I paid attention to his breathing and it was smooth and natural. I could have remained in this bliss indefinitely. Eventually he rolled off of me and sat on the floor leaning against the couch next to me. I slid from my position to the floor next to him. I didn't want to break the moment, but I didn't want to go back to where we came from. I was an obedient and dutiful servant, but I also wanted things. I took a breath and..... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I spoke, "Sir, soooooo, what does this all mean?" For moments he did not speak which troubled my insides, but then he began. "I figured things out fag. I hope your ass recovers because it's gonna be getting a lot of use from me from now on". He spun and stood up, extending his hand down to me. I grabbed it and he pulled me up and looked me in the face. "What the fuck is that goofy ass ear to ear smile about slut?" He pressed. "Nothing" I assured him with my most cynical tone. "Tell me whore!" He demanded while he pushed me back to the floor straddled me and began to tickle my sides and rough me up. I was giggling uncontrollably and when he finally received my third surrender and submission, he allowed me to rest while he sat atop me, his conquered victim. I could not quell my smile as I explained "Master, I was so scared that I lost you, which was so hard for me because........ because ... I love you Sir." He replied, "I know you do boy, I know you do".
"OK, so get yourself together and get out of here. I'll talk to you tomorrow" he directed. "Sir, what did you figure out? What's going on?" I inquired. He spun around and came at me, pushing me to the wall, going right for the soft spots in my sides again, and he demanded "Do you want more, huh? Do you want more of this?" "Yes" I admitted despite the fact that he was torturing me. "Get out of here you sick fuck. I'll talk to you tomorrow.", he pronounced, and I threw my clothes on and followed him to the front door where he pushed me out onto the front porch and closed the door.