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Perceptions - Chapter 11
What would I tell my MASTER about the time he was away? What would he do to me? What would he do to Laith? I had no idea what was going on anymore. Plus, why didn't I fight Laith harder to prevent what happened? It's like I don't have the will or ability to disobey an Alpha. They are like lightning rods to me, and I am not only attracted to them, but I must observe and serve them. It almost seems biological, like I am without any control. But I could've done more to prevent it, I know I could have. What the fuck, I'm just a worthless piece of trash. I am useless.
I spent all day Saturday trying to get through the day and not think about my treason. I worked out, but my heart just wasn't in it. I did some school work, but the results weren't very good. I ended up sitting at my computer and looking at a few pictures I had of my Captain GREG saved on the hard drive. I was getting emotional thinking of him and needed to go numb for a while, so I watched television, which I seldom do.
On Sunday morning, I sent Master a text saying that I hoped he had a good holiday, but still no response to any of my messages. I went for a run to get rid of my nervous energy. It worked for a bit, but by noon I was wound like a golf ball again. "Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me" I questioned. I forced myself to do a few chores, but no relief. By 2:00 I was lost, a nervous mess wandering aimlessly around the house. Even my parents who complain that I'm never around suggested I go out and do something. And then, as if possessed once again, I quietly went out into the back yard, sat down and sent a text to Laith. Sup Sir' was all it said. I sat there for minutes waiting, as if I was seeking pardon for the electric chair. And then, <ding>, 'Hey fago, what's going on? How is my slave?' I could feel his cocky playful attitude coming through, and I hated myself, but at least it was something, anything to latch onto. He was there, and I was an alpha worshipper who was addicted and needed a fix. Nothing' I replied, just waiting to hear from GREG'. It took a minute, but he texted back and each of his responses calmed me a little. Fag, he's with his cousins, he won't be back til late'. And then he went silent. "Fuck, fuck, fuck", I should just do something productive and stay occupied. My fingers trembled as I typed, Are you doing anything today Sir?' No response for at least 10 minutes, and then <ding>, he replied. Shouldn't you be calling me Master, fag?'
"Fuck" I thought again, what am I supposed to do? I am not in control of myself at all. I can't do the right thing' because I need to submit and to be used so bad; I can't think straight. I need the approval of an alpha, I need to serve and be used and have value, some shred of affirmation. I need to submit, to be owned. NOW!!! I replied, Sorry Master, what are you doing today Master?' And there it was, in print, he was my Master too. I'm doomed. . Well what are you looking for pussy?' I replied dunno'. He was silent again. I thought maybe you were doing something I nudged.' No reply from him. Do you want to do something today Master?I I asked more desperately. Minutes passed, and then What?' He responded. Anything you want Master' I quickly texted back. Now ten minutes went by before, Yesterday you were begging and pleading for me NOT to rape you, and now what are you pleading for?' , he asked. We could just hang out or something' I suggested. Hang out doing what? Wanna talk about girls?' He knew he was torturing me and I'm sure he was enjoying this. Whatever you want' I replied. A few minutes went by, and faggot, I'm done playing with you. Either confess or don't bother me'. Confess what Sir?' I typed out. I knew I was losing him. He thought I was playing around and he wasn't gonna tolerate any of it. He was calling me out, Fuck, what am I gonna do?, I thought. He wasn't replying to any of my coy naive texts, even though I tried a few approaches. Finally I decided I had to dive in all the way, not knowing what this meant for me, Master Greg, Master Laith or anything. I was desperate and on the edge. I began to text: `Master, I want to serve You and please You. I need to make you happy and bend to your will. Please use me and rape me and own me Master, oh please. Do not throw me away. I will be a good slave Master Laith.
Ten minutes passed Why should I give you a chance queer?', he questioned, and I explained, I won't make these mistakes again Master, I will be honest and show you how much you mean to me and how much I need You Master.' His next series of questions surprised me, but also excited me. "So, how are you gonna make it worth my while fago?' My response was quick. Anything you like Sir, I will serve and give to you Master.' <ding> Like what fag?' I was still unsure, but replied Anything Sir.' His next reply was the one that jolted me down to my cock. I want $100 you worm. Don't text again til you have it.' I didn't have that much cash. I had no idea how we got on this track, but I was suddenly frantically trying to figure out how to get him what he wanted. I wracked my brain about where I might have that kind of cash, but I just didn't have it. My mind went to where I could get it from my parents, and how I could explain it. There was nothing that they would believe at the last minute like this that wouldn't make them question my reason. Fuck, I haven't even admitted to them yet that I lost my watch. Finally, feeling there was no other solution, I desperately slipped into my parents room and found the small stash they kept in a sock drawer. I pulled out two $50 bills and pocketed them. I thought, I have to replace these sooner rather than later because I didn't know how closely they kept count of it. I had truly fallen to my lowest level.
My parents were out that evening, so I called Master Laith and told him I had the $100 and that there was no one home at my house if he wanted to come over. He arrived around 4:00 and knocked on the door. I was so nervous that I couldn't stop shaking. He was dressed normally, in jeans and a sweatshirt. "Your room" was all he said. As we neared my room and I motioned to him that we were there, he pushed me in and closed the door.
"Cash fag" he commanded, holding his hand out. I handed him the two folded $50 bills and he nodded and smirked. "Good faggot" he commented as if he was training a dog. He pointed to the floor in front of him and I knelt down on that spot. He pressed his pelvis into my face and slid it back and forth, and I completely fagged out and began licking at the fabric and feeling his hardening cock with my face. Fuck, I needed this. Grabbing me by the shirt collar he pulled me up. "You have any wrestling mats Fago?", he challenged. "I have some workout equipment and mats in the basement" I croaked. He simply pointed at the door. I silently walked him down the steps and into the basement. I wondered what to expect, but I was clueless. The basement was utilitarian with a bunch of rooms used for storage and mechanical equipment. I showed him to a room further in back that was a sort of makeshift gym. Rubber mats on the floors, a weight bench, dumbbells and one barbell. He tossed a sack he was carrying onto the floor and the ropes from the gym that he used on me the previous day fell out. I focused on them for a few too many seconds and he noticed. "Queer, I don't need those to keep you under control, you'd worship my junk in front of the whole school if I told ya to." I gulped and looked down, embarrassed about what he said; and when push comes to shove, it was probably true. "Yes Master", I added without prompting, which I think surprised Laith. He absorbed my words and added, "Fuckin' right fago."
"Clothes off" he barked and while I stripped down, so did he. I was naked and he was left with a jock on. Looking back and forth between us, he decided, "Pussy, I don't wanna see your pathetic dick, even if it is in that bird cage. It's so fuckin sad to see a queer like you with shit you'll never use. Cover it up with this" he said as he threw his jock at my face. It was still warm from him and I put it on immediately. It felt good to be this close to him. He circled me, inspecting my body and challenging my presence. "Seems to me that a bigger guy like you should be able to best me at strength or on the mats, or at least defend yourself against me. Lets find out if that's true." We started with arm wrestling, facing off across the weight bench from each other. I started off doing ok, holding my own, but the more he connected with my eyes and I saw his indomitable nature, the more I began to fail and to once again submit to this perfect male. To further humiliate me, when he had my hand an inch from being pressed to the cushion, he locked into my eyes and simply commanded, "I want you to lose for me now queer" at which point I stopped struggling so he could effortlessly dominate me and hold my hand down on the bench in defeat. He was dominating me as much mentally as he was physically. He was training my mind to be what he wanted it to be for him. To submit with a single word. `Lose'.
Next he rolled out a square mat that he saw stored against the back wall of my workout room. He pondered, "Lets see if you do better here." We circled and I surprised him by pulling him down to the mat first. I wanted to be a challenge, not just some total spineless pussy. I shifted to roll on top of him and tie his smaller legs up, in mine and to begin to immobilize him. Suddenly I felt a flash of pain in my groin. He used his left knee, driving it into my groin and putting me off my guard. He attacked with his hands, twisting my fingers in his and making me howl. "No fair" I screamed, "illegal move". He laughed and degraded, "deal with it you fuckin sissy." He was moving fast and taking semi-illegal shots I didn't expect. He spun on top of me and put my head into a figure 4 leg lock. My face was staring right into his cock, and he reached down to pull up and put pressure on the lock he had around my throat. I thought I was done, but he seemed to change his mind. He hopped up, giving me a chance to get to my feet again. We circled, but this time he pulled me down to the mat decisively. I spun to change our positions, but within seconds he had a head lock choke on me from behind. His mouth was at my ear and his forearm was at my throat. I was helpless again. He whispered into my ear, "this is where you want to be, isn't it faggot? This is where you belong? Whose your Master, who bitch?" There was no escape for me as he tightened his lock and starved me for air. He kept up his whispers, "Who is your master? C'mon tell me bitch. Who?" The last thing I remember before passing out was mumbling "You Sir".
When I came to, I was hanging with my hands over my head. Things were fuzzy and I had not focused yet, but my hands were definitely over my head and I was hanging. I was able to support some of my weight on my feet as I became more alert. Then, as things became clearer, I thought I was hallucinating. There, in front of me in his black and red leather singlet was my Master GREG. I had never been more happy, but also totally confused. I felt a bolt of deep love and appreciation for him like never before, but also enormous shame at my un-loyal behavior. "Faggot, I'm back" Master GREG proclaimed with fake enthusiasm. "So, what happened here while I was away? Seems like a lot. Do you want to explain it to me?" I was lost at where to start or what to say, but I began anyway. "Master, I was so lost without you, so susceptible and weak and vulnerable. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger. I failed Sir, I failed totally. I'm so worthless. I'm sorry Master, I'm so sorry" I finished and hung my head in shame, wondering if this would be the end. Then my Master knocked on the door and Laith entered the room and closed the door behind him. He had a smirk, actually the beginning of a broad smile that turned into a laugh showing his beautiful white teeth. My Master GREG couldn't hold out much longer before he was laughing hysterically with Laith. They were perfectly in sync. I was the only one who had no idea what was going on. I didn't understand anything that was happening.
"Fago, Laith began, we both know what you are. We always have." Master GREG picked up the explanation and continued, "yeah, do you think a pig like you could divide us up like that? Laith had my full support on everything. We both know you are a total cock whore and slut. You need a man, an alpha, a master, and without one you fall apart." Laith picked up there, "Yeah, we just bet on the timing, and I was actually closer than Greg here. He thought you'd hold out through the weekend after I took your ass; before you'd come TOTALLY BEGGING your rapist for more. You are so pathetic Fago. He thought you had a shred of dignity, but I bet you couldn't last a day." I might have been humiliated, I might have been remorseful, but the truth is that I was completely relieved that they knew me, understood what I was, and how to use me for their purposes.
I did shock myself though, and acted more bravely than I expected when I asked, "Well, what about Melanie? What's going on there?" I couldn't believe I asked it, but there it was, one of the other big questions to be answered. After an uncomfortable pause, Laith began to speak, but Master Greg simply said, "No." He took another minute to formulate and then explained, "So fag, I'm not sure I want Melanie, or any girl for that matter, so we'll see what happens. Laith is seeing her, or at least fucking her, in the meantime. BUT, all you need to know and remember now is that you're my fag, MINE! Do you hear me?" "Yes SIR" I shouted.
Without going into too many details, let me say that for the next hour they both took turns on my mouth and pussy, spinning me around over and over again as they alternately bludgeoned my ass and mouth. They were cruel and ruthless and they bonded together as well as brutalized.