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Perceptions - Chapter 15
Master Greg and Laith spoke to me at practice and in the halls at school, but we weren't spending any time together outside of school since the end of Winter break, and that unbelievable night at Master Laith's castle. I hadn't felt this lonely in a long time.
The new guy from South Carolina was Aubrey (Aubie for short) and was a first rate gymnast whose family moved here based on a new position his father accepted at a nearby medical products company. Master G was in a dream state, and even though he did not rub my nose in it, it was obvious to everyone that he'd been spending all of his time with Aubie and they were a major couple. He had very courageously and without apology staked his claim to this new Senior as his romantic mate. People may have discussed it privately, but nobody gossiped about it in the open, and because it was Master G, nobody treated either him or his new boy with any disrespect, which was definitely not the norm.
Master Laith had begun dating Greg's x-girlfriend Melanie. It made sense, since she's smokin' hot. At least that was everyone's consensus, plus she's sweet and a lot of fun. Melanie also outranks the other girls at our school by a hot-factor of 2X. She was said to be very sexually curious, so I assumed she was giving a guy like Laith everything he wanted, which unfortunately meant he'd be less interest in me.
I wanted to tell my Master Greg that I missed him, but obviously he was following his heart, and telling him would only make him pity me, not desire me. Outside of the occasional blow job in the locker room after practice that I'd give Laith or one of the other wrestlers who'd used me that afternoon in the locker room with Master G, I was getting practically no sex. Compared to Fall semester, I was dry and I was getting ignored, even if it was done politely. This really sucked.
I had come to love Master Greg, and maybe even love Laith too, but I also craved them and their dark interests and desires. I'm sure psychiatrists would say I'm sabotaging my self-worth or something, but I was never happier, more purposeful or felt more like who I was meant to be than when I was serving their selfish desires and pleasing them. When they used me, I was getting what I needed; physically, mentally, sexually; Everything! It wasn't fair or equal at all, but I understood that it wasn't supposed to be. Fuck fair, I didn't want to be their equal, I wanted to be their property. It all came down to perceptions. However, at the moment they each seemed to have love or lust or at least pretty hard crushes and I was not the priority.
I was getting pretty used to giving quickie blowjobs as my only sexual outlet, until one Friday night my cell phone buzzed and as I pulled it from my pocket I saw it was Master Laith. It was late January and a bad night to travel because a light snow made the roads slick. I tried to convey a cool but interested tone when I said hello. He sounded a little happier and less strict than normal, so I assumed he may have had a beer or two; but because school events were cancelled that night he had to be home. How could he be drinking at home?! "Fago, what are you doing to make anyone's life better tonight?" He questioned. I groaned. "Laith, I don't know what..." I began to explain before getting cut off. "Faggot, you better readdress me damn fast before I come over there and kick your ass in front of your whole family." I got instantly hard. Beginning again I improved my response, "Master Laith, I am sorry for misspeaking." Since he seemed to be in a less reserved mood, I decided to push the narrative and have some fun. "Sir, I deserve a thousand lashes of the whip for my unappreciative attitude and to be locked in shackles doing hard labor for a fortnight." He chuckled a little, and I was so proud I amused him for a moment, and then he chided me, "fago, you better watch your mouth because you aren't gonna be too happy when I make you pay for your too-clever words. "Yes Sir" was all I felt I should say at this point.
"Listen queer" he continued, "Melanie is over here and her curiosity is piqued if you know what I mean. She wants to understand you a little more." That comment scared me. I was just getting to understand myself, and I wasn't sure that I wanted someone else understanding me yet. "She's not sure she gets it, and I want to help her" he finished. "Uh, Sir, what can I do to help?", I asked fearfully. He was relaxed again, in his deal-making mode. "So, my parent's are out of town skiing for the weekend, and I have the place to myself, except for one maid who is too old to hear anything. Melanie's parent's think she's at Kates house so we have all night to ...uhh..... illustrate for her" "Ummm, but the weather is bad and my parent's aren't gonna let me drive their car all the way across town to where you live in the snow." He chuckled a sort of half-laugh, "Fago, calm your ditsy brain down. Jesus you are lame. Tell your parents you are staying at Greg's tonight and you are going to walk the few blocks over to his house. Tell them we're gonna watch tapes of our last matches to prep for divisionals if it helps. I'll pick you up a block from your house at the corner where Conley lives. Got it?" It made sense, but I was still so nervous about what would happen with Melanie there. "Yes Sir" I responded. I still wasn't sure but I thought that was the best response. As I shivered on the corner in front of Ted Conley's house for 5 minutes, I wondered what great or terrible things could happen tonight. On the quiet, desolate snow lined street I could see a large SUV approach. It was a military looking thing that said Rover on the hood. It was both shiny and caked with dirty snow. The flakes seemed to melt the moment they hit the windshield, and the lights were so bright they cut like shards of crystal into the dark. Through the windshield I could see Master Laith's `pleased with himself' smile and I melted a bit right there. As his eyes locked on mine I became simultaneously thrilled and frightened. My pulse escalated sharply and I moved towards the vehicle. I knew I would have followed him anywhere.
As I got in, Melanie was a warm and friendly sight. "Hey Sandy (her nickname for Sansera), she greeted me with total familiarity. Melanie was beautiful, but she was also cool. She was the kind of girl who didn't put too much emphasis or stock in anything, played by her own rules, and rolled with the punches. She was also smart and hot, so that helped her navigate. She never pretended to be a prude or a mindless Stepford girl or apologized for what she believed, and she typically made mindless conformers look shabby in her shadow. She was the kind of ally you'd want to have your back if you were in a tough spot.
As we drove for a while in silence, I settled into the large leather seat in back, and she explored playfully, "hey Sandy, so I hear you have talent. I was hoping to learn something from you tonight." I was still intimidated by this whole thing, and I was staying quiet. She continued her inquiry, but her tone softened a little. "I was asking Laith about what makes you special, and he tried to explain, but I told him I need to actually see it to really understand, so........ here we are." I could tell she was having fun with this. "Mel", I begged, "you are fucking freakin' me out here. C'mon." Then, Laith spoke up, "Mel, don't scare `her', she gets spooked easy, ya know, and you won't see shit if she faints." he said, trying to humiliate me a little with his pronoun choices.
Before I knew it we were pulling up the long drive of Laith's .... whatever you call a property like this with a house, grounds, courts and out buildings. The house was totally empty (except for the elderly housekeeper I imagined) but like last time, the living spaces still had that `open for business' feel that the inhabitants were just in the next room or would be back in a minute. It was like a set ready for a performance at any moment.
Laith snagged a few beers from the fridge as we passed through the kitchen, and we headed up the back steps through the grand hallways to his room like last time. I got a chill as I recalled what happened in this space. Seeing the large posts on his bed, thinking about what he did to me while I was vulnerably bound to those anchors sent a flush through my body. I blurted out clumsily, "Mel, aren't you even kinda freaked out by this?" She smirked, and then maybe as much to commit herself as to put me at ease she slyly purred, "I don't think so. I think I want to get some popcorn and treat this like I'm at a premiere of a new movie." Her cat grin made me smile a little too and I was slightly more at ease.
Laith emerged from his bathroom wearing a single garment, a pair of dark colored track pants that followed the taper of his legs and collected at his ankles without any droops or sags. I think I audibly gasped, but I think Melanie was taken by surprise as well, so my reaction was diluted in the moment. His athletic gear perfectly accentuated his ass of steel, and made his powerfully immaculate feet look tantalizing. His ripped solid core rose up through the waist line and caused my eyes to ache with frustrated desire. Gone was his satisfied smile or playful grin. He had transitioned to a hammer down role. I traded glances with Melanie, and she was sporting an excited smile. I thought how easy it must be for her to just play voyeur, but then I immediately wondered if she would feel any bits of betrayal or jealousy seeing her boyfriend performing with someone else. Self-admittedly, she was the one who inquired about all of this, so maybe it was all just fun for her. I don't know. Man, this is SO FUCKED UP!!
Laith pointed to a chair towards the far corner of the room, then made eye contact with his girl. She smiled, picked up one of the beers he had fetched from the kitchen refrigerator and settled herself into the catbird seat.
"Strip" he stated. Wasting no time I lost everything but my boxer briefs. Laith pointed to the floor where I was standing about six feet from him and I knew to kneel before him. He was into efficiency tonight, so it seemed visual directives and one word commands were his preference. Then he simply stated, "Crawl." I whimpered out of instinct, lowered my head and crawled til I was at his feet. "Worship" was his next direction. Again, my instincts led me to his feet. I was mentally and physically starved for his rough love, and so I devoured them gently. The smooth tops, powerful toes and shapely arches. They were masculine superiority, and I was showing what a whorish slut I was for him, made only more powerful and real by Melanie's witnessing of the event. I was salivating, licking, sucking and kissing like my life depended upon it. My curiosity got the better of me, and I just had to see what Melanie's reaction was. I twisted my head atop his foot to get a glance at her, and her expression was one of true interest, mixed with surprise and appreciation for what she was witnessing. I assumed the display was making a somewhat powerful impression on her. Of course Master Laith did not miss this action on my part and lightly kicked the side of my head with his free foot. "Faggot, your attention is on me, you got that? You don't need to know about anyone else other than me, do you understand?" "Yes Sir", I croaked. His verbal side was now awoken. "Bitch, who owns you he demanded?" You do Sir." I instinctively responded. "Who is your master?", he continued. "You are my Master Sir. Master Laith is my God Sir." "Good bitch" he replied.
"My Pants off." He commanded. "Yes Sir" I acknowledged. "No hands, teeth only slut." Again I acknowledged, "Yes Master." Working around his tight waist, I managed to peel his workout pants over his rock hard glutes and his hardening cock. As the pant legs pooled at his ankles, he intentionally made it difficult for me to slide them over his ankles, rubbing his soles in my face and telling me what a pathetic job I was doing. I was in my glory serving him and accepting all of his humiliations and abuse. When I finally got them off and looked up at him for acknowledgement, he was prepared with a wad of spit that he easily spat across my face. I smiled and licked my lips to get as much of it as I could into my mouth. "No, no" he interjected. "You're not done with the yet." Then he began to to scoop up his phlegm from my face with his index finger and feed it to me. He allowed me to suck on his finger as I sucked his god-like fluid, and I thought about how lucky I was to be getting this kind of attention from him, and that he was being more intimate than normal tonight. "See how he worships me?", he asked aloud. Mel, did not answer with words, but I could hear a sort of acknowledgement that came from inside of her, a sort of deep pitched sounding hum. "What will you do for me cunt?" He questioned. "Anything Master", I instinctively replied. "I am yours to use Sir. I need you to use me Sir. I need to be yours Sir. Please, please let me be your property, your slut, your slave and your whore Sir." I was really fagging out on him now, but I was lost in my head, and the pleading continued, ending in my little chant of "I am yours, I belong to you."
He finally interrupted me, positioning me on my back on the Persian carpet at the foot of his bed. He spun around with his ass cheeks to my forehead, facing Melanie in the corner, and he mounted my face. "Lick my ass you pig" he demanded. Again, like a starved animal I ate his ass and worshipped everything he was. My hard on, even through my shorts was obscene and telling. Not for it's size, which was average, but because it was as hard as humanly possible as a result of eating the perfect ass of another guy, a younger guy, a smaller guy and most of all an absolute Stud who was everything I could never be. It was my job, my role, my imperative to worship him and let him know he deserved my service and obedience.
After about five minutes, Master Laith stood, and I could see that he had enjoyed the stimulation as much as I had. He needed further attention of a different style. Gone was any gentleness. He spun around, used my hair to pull me to my knees and pushed his cock head past my lips. In seconds he was deep dicking my throat, choking me on his rock hard manhood. "Relax faggot and take it" was his first advise. I focused to relax my throat, trying to smooth my breathing and calm my swallowing and gag reflexes. As I got control of myself he increased his assault on my face. Using my hair he pumped harder and harder into my hole, bruising my upper lip and choking me once again, but he was now past the point of optimization. My lips were sore and exhausted, unable to form a tight ring for him. I was drooling and he was pounding the hole in my head like he was hammering a nail. "Oh yeah fag, yeah, take it. Fuck yeah bitch, take that jock cock you cunt." He continued his physical assault on my sloppy hole and I just rode that wave, trying in whatever way I could to form my mouth better or position myself to improve his experience. It was all in vain because he was using me in the most rudimentary way, but it was my duty to do whatever I could. He was getting close, and his basest automatic systems took over. He would piston hard, then choke me for a few seconds letting my throat spasms massage him, then deep dick me more before choking me again. "Fuck yeah you pussy, take your Master's cum you faggot cunt. You fucking love serving me you bitch, don't ya?", he bellowed. I couldn't possibly answer him, but mentally I said, "I adore worshipping you. I am yours Sir. I belong to you." In seconds he was blowing his huge load of baby makers down my throat and into me, making me better than I was before. He stood there, dripping with sweat and momentarily exhausted, letting his cock soften in my mouth. After half a minute, he slid it out and pushed me away. He regarded Melanie and explained efficiently, "Shower, back in a few.", and he was gone.
When I finally looked up and over towards Melanie, she had a huge smile on her face. It was almost congratulatory or impressed. I was exhausted, beat up a little and looked a mess, but her smile was like a million watts, and I grinned a little in response. She proceeded to do a light clapping in recognition of my performance. "Outstanding", she added. "Holy hell Sandy, you have some crazy skills and a lot of tolerance. Ya know, I think the tolerance for whatever he throws at you, and your vulnerability for him that makes you really special. I mean it!" I smiled. genuinely at hearing her words. "Thank you.", I replied. "He gives me value", I added. "He is perfect." Hearing that, she laughed hard. "Yeah right." She snorted, but added "I'm glad you found him .......... And I'm glad he has you. You know that nobody else would do that, right?" I considered her words and smiled again, this time more devilishly. "Thank god", I said. "I'd never want to lose him." My reply took her by surprise and she started to really laugh at the thought of my concept. "Boy are you unusual", she observed. "Thanks for being so kind in wording that." I said, winking at her.
"What's with all the laughing girls?", Laith asked as he emerged from his bathroom wearing just a towel. "I don't want to miss any fun." We all crawled into Laith's bed and I was asleep within minutes. I don't know if they fell asleep quickly or talked for hours.