Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2022 00:24:55 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - Chapter 13 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 13 Coach knew he had responsibilities as an educator, professional and citizen of the community, but he also seemed to have some dark burning desires that weren't being met in the regular course of his life. I mentioned what I saw to my Master GREG this morning at his locker in the hallway and he was totally shocked, but mostly his sick curiosity was piqued. I could tell by the smirk and chuckle he responded with. "What do you think it means?" I asked. "Well if he hasn't hauled our asses for it, I think it means he is curious in a major way. What do you think?" "Same" was all I could add, based on my view of his face during the event. "So, here is what you are gonna do", he explained after another minute of calculation. "You are going to visit him after practice today, so nothing will happen in the locker room this afternoon. Explain that you saw him notice us and you want to clear things up, that you don't want him to get the wrong idea and that kind of bullshit story. Make sure he knows it wasn't forced on you, and that you are a willing (although twisted) player in the scene. See what he says. Meet me at my house at 7:30 tonight to report." "Fuck, this sounds dangerous. Can I get in trouble?" I whined. "No wonder I'm always so skittish" I complained. "Faggot, are you giving me lip?", he snapped. "Don't ever, not ever forget that you are a worm, a servant and my slave. Do you want to try to exist without me?", he questioned seriously. Suddenly I got nervous. "No SIR, I never want to live without you Master", I whispered. "Please don't hate me. You are my world Captain Greg. I am just nervous I think", I added genuinely. "Be nervous" he spat, "but look to me for your strength and advice. You don't whine to me or you'll have to deal with a lot more nerve wracking things than this fag." He slammed his locker and was gone. He ignored me at practice and I felt like shit, like I had disappointed him. I lingered in the weight room today and allowed time for the locker room to mostly clear out before I headed down to the Coach's fishbowl office. I tapped on the door and he waved me in with a finger. He didn't look nervous, but he was preoccupied, like I was contagious and he didn't want to catch anything. I figured directness was best. "I noticed you noticing ...... um, well us, yesterday, and I was wondering what you thought about that." At first I thought he wasn't going to say anything and wave me out of his office. He stared at his desk and shuffled papers for another 20 seconds. Finally came an acknowledgement, "Do you know what you're doing Sansera?" "Yeah" I whispered. "For the first time in my life I do", I added quietly, but with a bit more confidence. "How so?", he asked, surprising me and not looking up to make eye contact yet. Again, I chose honesty. "Well, for a long time, like forever, I was trying to be what I wasn't, what I couldn't be. I was trying to be the stereotypical man other people thought I should be. I'm not saying I'm not a guy, I mean I see my body and stuff. I was trying to be in control, and make decisions. Be the top and this take charge leader. Achieve the pinnacle and be looked up to, and all that stuff. In my mind that's what a man is, but that isn't me. I HATE all of that stuff. What makes me excel is doing things for someone else. Doing it to please them or for their glory. When I go out there and win a match, I'm not doing it for me, I'm doing it for Captain GREG. I want to make him happy, I need to make him satisfied and proud of me." At this point coach looked up and responded. "So he's the alpha of that group?", he questioned. I nodded, and added, "He and Laith seem to both be". "Figures", he said as he made an affirmative head gesture. They are the naturals. "So", he continued, "you can't let what happened in here yesterday happen again, understood?" "Yeah", I added with a nod. "OK" he responded. I wasn't sure what to do next, but I felt Captain GREG in my head, guiding me, pushing me, telling me to go farther. "Coach, so is that it?" "Yeah", he answered, "now get outta here." "Wait", I retorted, and then trying to get smoother and calmer I purred, "so you don't have anything else to say about this situation?" "No" he answered flatly. "You don't have any problem with any of this?" I continued. He looked up at me again as if to say, give me a fuckin' break. "Ok coach", I said with a smirk as I slid into the chair in front of his desk, "what gives?" He shook his head in the `NO' direction as if to say get lost, but I had hit on something here and he wasn't physically tossing me from his room. "Did you like watching what they did to me coach?" I pushed. "I saw you looking at us and you definitely watched them do all of those forceful and degrading things to me" I added, trying to create leverage and letting him know that as my coach and teacher he bore some responsibility for what he saw. Now he got mad, and I regretted my words at first. He stood up like a bull and I almost thought he was gonna stomp his feet. His face was red, but realizing he was in a glass office he sat back down and composed himself but growled quietly. "Listen, you aren't gonna jeopardize my career......" and then he just went off on some long distracting explanation of his path to his current position, which I knew meant nothing to our conversation. "Coach, I appreciate the back story, but what you saw yesterday had some effect on you. Did you want to do any of those things to me?" While I was crazy for Master GREG and Laith, and while my body responded like gasoline to fire from their bodies and minds, the coach himself wasn't that bad. He looked like he was in his 40s, in great shape, about 5'8", 155 lbs. He had a squarish head and bad haircut like a lot of wrestlers, and his mind was considerably less interesting than either of my Masters'. "No, my interest was not in doing any of those things to you" he growled, almost defensively. "Coach", I replied, "Nobody is taking notes here, I was just wondering." "Ok, out" He barked. I got up, opened the door and then I turned back in and shut the door softly behind me and speaking quietly, I explained to the coach what it feels like to let go and become a real man's bitch. I explained accepting your true self, how it feels to be used and humiliated for someone else's pleasure and to totally submit to their needs for their pleasure. My instincts were right, he said nothing. He let me go on and said nothing. I politely asked coach, "please just give me a few minutes, I'll be right back." I bolted out of his office and through the abandoned locker room leaving coach in a super-vulnerable state. He was hanging on by a thread and I knew it was now or never. I grabbed my phone and texted both Master GREG and Laith saying "I need you now. Entrance to the locker room." They were both there within a few minutes. Captain GREG rushed into the vestibule where I was waiting asking breathlessly "Are you alright?" I was so touched I could have cried. I smiled, "Were you worried about me?" "Shut up faggot" he responded. Laith was right behind him. I looked at both of them and simply said, "No time to waste. Follow my lead, please." Laith spoke up "Since when does the faggot lead?" And Captain GREG added, "At least he said please." They both followed me into coach's office. He was still looking tortured sitting at his desk. He looked up and saw the three of us and I could tell as he stood up that he was getting ready to usher us out of his office. "Coach" I barked, and then much more softly continued "this is your one chance, your only chance to have what you really want. There is no other way, and this opportunity won't happen again. It's now coach. NOW." Coach sat down, and the guys collectively asked, "What gives fag?" I centered Master GREG & Laith's attention and said, "Coach doesn't want to do those things to me that he saw you doing. Coach wants you to treat him that way." "Whatttt?" Laith exclaimed, and I gave him a really serious stare that said, please calm down. "We have a pretty fragile situation here and he can get spooked so easily", I explained quietly to Laith. Master GREG approached Coach from the side of his desk and asked delicately, "Did you like what you saw us doing yesterday coach?" He got no response, but Master Greg was able to extract information especially effectively, and when it was to his advantage or gave him more power, he was relentless in gathering that information and power to himself for his ultimate use. He placed his palm on the back of coach's head and lightly spun his head up and around so he was now looking up into Captain GREG's eyes. Tell me coach, did you like what you saw us doing? The coach took his first step into Master Greg's control by shaking his head in the affirmative. "Use your words coach and tell me what you saw and what you liked. Tell me now coach", he instructed firmly. Coach shyly and quietly at first and then with more honesty and relief explained that he liked watching me grovel and be humiliated by Master GREG, he liked my submissive worshipping of Master GREG, and then when he started to address me servicing Captain GREG's cock and the ultimate humiliation of swallowing and being bathed in his piss, he gleefully added so many references to my Master's amazing body and his powerful attitude and alpha nature. Within minutes, coach had folded his armor and Captain GREG had another supplicant in his harem. "Ok coach, it's all ok, but now you need to tell me and show me what you want." Coach suddenly looked like a petrified doe, ready to run. Applying firm pressure to his shoulder, Master GREG continued, "coach, there is no changing this. You can't avoid it. It is inevitable, and you are a faggot, my faggot. You are mine now", he said as he massaged his shoulder. Coach seemed to need the coercion, and it worked. "I want this" he eventually admitted. "You want what?" Master Greg demanded softly. "I want you to use me." "Use you for what?, Master demanded. "To suck your cock", coach answered. "What does that make you?", he pushed. Coach looked up into his eyes pleadingly silent. Master Greg had started to break the coach's cherry and he was not yielding to anything. "What are you to me?, he insisted. Finally coach relented "A cocksucker." "Whose cocksucker" he demanded, getting the coach used to his new life and the humiliation he would endure at Master GREG's strong hands from now on. "Yours." "Ok then, say it coach, say everything that is true and that I want to hear." And coach obeyed. "I am your faggot cocksucker, I belong to you Greg." Shaking his head, Master GREG corrected, from now on it is Master GREG in private and Captain in public. Do you understand?" Coach shook his head. "Now open your mouth coach." Coach tentatively obeyed, and Master GREG collected a mouthful of his saliva and drooled it into coaches mouth. When he was done he commanded, "swallow", and his newest bitch was born. Pushing coach down onto his knees in front of him, Master Greg rubbed his crotch in front of coach's face and Laith and I were amazed to watch the show going on in front of us. "Unbuckle" Master Greg commanded, then "Unzip". By then coach's face was being violently mashed into Captain Greg's cock. Making a hand sign to Laith, Laith fished his phone out of his pocket and started recording. In this case it wasn't necessary, because with some time and practice, coach eventually became the willing cock slut, foot worshipper and rape victim that both Master Greg and Master Laith wanted.