Perceptions - Chapter 4
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"Hows my faggot doing today?" he questions with a smirk as he rolls into the locker room for practice. "Alright" I respond, but he is already past me and fist bumping his guys at the far end of the bench. Practice goes ok because I don't have to match up against him and my head doesn't get screwed up by his power transfers. He ignores me in the weight room, and I feel disappointed and pathetic again. After practice in the locker, he finds a moment to whisper, "my house at 8:00."
I knock on the door and get ushered up to the attic again without seeing anyone. I guess he is embarrassed by me. That's ok. He points at a spot on the floor. I look at his face, but can't figure anything more, so I sit legs crossed again. "Knees fag" he pronounces, and I scoot up and assume the position.
"You are going to become a cocksucker tonight" he mentions as simply as if he was suggesting a new tv show to watch. I replay his words to make sure I heard him. Yes, I heard it right. I'm immediately confused, then nervous then I feel trapped and I start spinning. I have to get up so I don't pass out. I'm overloaded, and feel palpable danger! As I start to stand on wobbly legs, he assumes a position behind me and purrs in my ear, "Hey queer, you're ok. Just a little nervous. We'll take it slow. You know you want it. You want it sooo bad. You want to be part of me, don't you?" I lean in and take a moment. "Yes" I acknowledge, shaking my head. "I want you, and to be part of your world, to be so close to you." He massages my arms as he holds me steady and makes me admit more to him through his question, "Why?" Then, I answer dutifully "I want to be near you and part of you because you are so superior. You are everything that everyone wants to be. You're everything I could never be. I want to be near you." He pivots and teases me, "Oh, so you're free riding off of me?" "No Sir, I mean No Master, I mean I just want to worship you because you are so exceptional and powerful and deserve everything, and I want to show you how much I ...... well how much I wanna worship you." He teases, "You already said that. Did you mean to say something else?" "Sir, I just wanna...." He interrupts, "Get on your knees faggot."
He presses my shoulders down til my knees are firmly planted at his feet and I am staring at his crotch. "Unbutton" he directs. I carefully unbuckle his belt and then lower his jeans just below his boxers-briefs. "Take the pants off" he presses. I lower each leg to his ankle and hold them while he removes his foot. His stance automatically becomes more aggressive and I shudder. I know what's coming, and I'm torn between wanting it and being scared. "You know what to do", he whispers, and I lower his underwear and pull them off. Summoning every bit of courage I have, I decide to lean in and lick the tip of his perfect cock without being told to. "Whoa queer, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I'm surprised by his question and totally confused, "uh, I'm sorry, I don't know. I thought you wanted me to. I'm sorry.", I apologize. He chuckles, "Yea fag, you are gonna swallow my cock, but not without asking. Actually begging. Do you know what I mean?" I think I understand what he is saying, but my senses are still on overload and I'm trying to make sense of too many new things. "Faggot, go get my phone over there on the table." I look up, confused. "NOW" he barks. I scurry over and fetch his phone for him. "Knees" he continues. "Look at me. Do you know why you worship me?" "Yes", I reply. "Do you know why you are willing to be my slave?" "Yes", I reply. "Do you know why you want to suck my cock?" "Yes", I reply. "OK then, tell me why fag" he demands as he set his phone camera to record. "Sir, I want to serve and worship you because you are the hottest, most dominant and most deserving stud I know. Everything about you is superior and should be recognized and rewarded. I am worthless without serving you. It gives me purpose Sir, and, I want to suck your cock because I want to make you feel good and show you that I am good for you and that I can make you happy." He perked up a bit and probed further, "So, why do you think that you can make me happy?" I was dumbfounded, I wasn't very sure that I had what it takes to make him happy, and that made me really insecure and uncomfortable, but then he changed directions, though he kept challenging me, "Do you think I want you as my girlfriend bitch? You are a slave to use, don't get your mind set on romance pussy boy."
From that point on, conversation ceased. He took a wide stance and fed me his cock, over my lips and to the back of my mouth. Initially less than halfway in I was choking like mad with every small thrust, but with some practice I got it into my throat. Once it had entered my throat he became more insistent, forcing it in inch by inch. At first it felt like my throat was being cut open, but then it progressed to being simply torn up as he bludgeoned my mouth. It could not have been ideal for him either, but he was determined to get off. As he pummeled me, he set goals for me, "You have to get a dildo bitch, you're gonna practice, and you are gonna learn how to take cock smooth. I want you to swallow my dick all the way and get me off without all this gagging." He thrusted desperately in the end, forcing my face all the way into his pubes, suffocating me on his perfect rod while he humiliated me more, "take that seed you fuckin' pussy." I was his obedient pussy.