Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2022 14:02:47 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - Chapter Nineteen 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 19 I did hear from Master Greg the next day via text. He said he had a few things he had to make right and that he'd talk to me at School. I didn't know exactly what was involved, and I knew it mostly had to do with Aubie his boyfriend, but I was glad things were moving. Monday, Captain Greg grabbed me between classes and said, "My house tonight at 8:00. I explained things to Aubie yesterday and he's trying to figure out where he fits and, if this can still work for him. I want it to work so do your best fag." I heard, but I wasn't sure what `This' referred to. "What are we trying to make work exactly", I asked. He wasn't shy or confused at all in his response. "I want my boyfriend and my slave. We'll talk about it tonight." Then, he was gone. After school, I made it a point to run into Laith. I found him in the cafeteria surrounded by some of his bros, pretending to study. When I approached, his friends made ridiculous smooching sounds to embarrass me. I was used to it now, and surprised how little I actually cared. I was comfortable and happy with my role now, and a lot happier than I used to be, trying to pretend to be something else. "Hey can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked. "Try asking again, but with more respect queer?", he retorted. His boys loved it and completely cracked up as I said, "Master Laith, may I please speak to you for a moment?" He got up and we moved to a small table away from the crowd. Some of the guys were still making smooching sounds and I laughed. "Man, those guys are something. Real original." He responded, "Yeah, I know, but I'm still gonna make you pay for that remark some day soon by making you blow them fago. So, what do you want?" "I'm meeting Master Greg and Aubie at his house tonight to talk about what our situation is. Did he tell you we were together on Saturday, or what's going on? I'm not sure what he wants. You have any advise?" He seemed to know about the situation, minus the meeting with Aubie tonight. "Greg talked to Aubie yesterday. He's determined to have his boy and his bitch.", he offered. "Ok, but that's not advise.", I explained. "Fago, this isn't in your control. You show up, do what you're told, smile nice, wear clean underwear and see what happens.", he advised. "How can you always be so cool Sir, so ..... I don't know, composed. I'm freakin' out." "Of course you are, that's why you're a sissy. Just show up and behave." "That's it?", I pleaded. "Good luck sissy", he offered as he left me sitting there. I knocked on Master G's door exactly at 8:00. He answered after a few minutes. I was nervous and shaking a little. I didn't know if I could make a positive impression in this state, and I tried to calm my breathing and tell myself it was not in my control. That didn't work very well. We reached the attic, and Aubie was pacing in front of the couch. He gave me an intense aggressive look when we reached the floor. Master Greg was not nervous, but he was also not at ease. He looked at Aubie and made introductions, "Aubie, this is my slave greg." Turning to me, he said "This is my boyfriend Aubrey. You call him Sir, faggot." I reached out to shake his hand accompanied with a "hello Sir", and he took it, which I thought was a good sign. Then however he started to squeeze harder and harder. I'm no slouch, but this guy was six feet tall and all muscle. A practiced gymnast, he had developed every muscle in his statue-like body and his grip was a vice, crushing my hand. "Ohhhh, fuck" I responded and tried to pull my hand out, but to no avail, and as I pulled, I pulled him with me until he used the motion as momentum to shove me hard into the wall. The jolt disoriented me a little and I took a moment to take inventory of myself. I don't know where the instinct or response came from, but I looked at Aubrey and offered, "I apologize Sir." Master Greg calmly took it all in and observed, "Good response slave. I am your Master, but he is your Sir and you will ALWAYS treat him with respect, defer to him and take whatever abuse he gives you. Understood?" "Yes Master!", I responded quickly. Aubie used that guideline as an opportunity to shove me back against the wall again. Again, I responded "I'm sorry Sir", which only agitated and angered him. He came for me, and I was sure he was going to connect his right fist with my head, however Master Greg Grabbed him and pulled him back, pushed him onto the couch, straddled his lap and whispered something in his ear. Next he kissed him softly on the lips and took his hand and pulled Aubie up from the sofa. Master Greg pointed at the floor in front of the couch, and I immediately kneeled in the spot he indicated. "Sit" he corrected me. He and his boyfriend sat down and he explained, "I would like this to work with both of you, but I will have a boyfriend and a slave, and if either of you can't handle that, you are free to go." Aubrey was pouting now, and he spoke up, "I don't know what you want from him.", he said pointing at me in a dismissive way. "How am I not better than that?", he demanded referring to me. "You wanna hang out with him, spend your time with him? Go ahead. What does he have? I can find someone else Greg." I was really surprised. From across the room and out of earshot, Aubrey looked super preppy and buttoned down, but up close with his southern accent and aggressive edge, he was totally different. He was beautiful and refined in his appearance, but he was badass too. There was silence for a moment, and I recalled Master Laith's words, `show up, and behave'. Finally Master Greg spoke. "There's nothing he has that you don't, this is about me not you. I don't want to do the things to you that I need to do to him. We talked about this and you talked to Laith about it too." Aubrey pleaded, "Why can't you do those things with me? I'm not a prude and I'm not fragile. And why do you have to do them at all?" There was more silence and I could tell there was a pressure building inside my Master. He breathed through it and explained, "Aubie, I can't do those things with you because I really care about you. I can't see you that way, it makes no sense in my mind. I can't care about you the way I do, and do those things to you. I know it would make it simpler, but that is a separate box in my head." Aubrey was still pouting, "So why do you need to do those things?" My master had become more comfortable now and responded really calmly, "Aubie, it's what I need to perform at my level. It's my control mechanism, it's my release. Do I ever get short with you, lose my cool, act like an unhinged asshole?" Aubrey hung his head a little bit and said, "No, I guess not.......but lately you've had a short temper." Tilting his head and making an I-told-you-so face, he looked at Aubrey and said, "EXACTLY." "I just don't understand", Aubrey protested. I knew I should not have spoken, I should have listened to Master Laith, but I just didn't know any better. "Excuse me Sirs", I interrupted. "What fag", Master Greg snapped. I looked down at the floor and tried to untie my tongue. "Speak", he insisted. "Well, maybe ....... What if you showed him?" I offered. "Queer, that's probably not a good idea. Not unless you want him to plaster your head against the wall so I can scrape it off later." "Yes Sir", I replied. More silence, for minutes, which seemed like hours. And finally, Aubrey exhaled, "Show me. I'm so fuckin' jealous, I need to see it." Master Greg finally saw Aubrey's point of view and responded, "You're jealous? No. What I do with this slut is not what I want from you, not what I want to share with you? In my head, they're different. It's not a substitute." Master Greg was tired of talking, I think he was over it. "Ok then, show me" Aubrey declared and went and sat down on the couch. I didn't think he had it in him after all of the conflict, but Master Greg said, "Ok, hang out for a few minutes, and Aubie, try not to kill the queer, ok", and he went down the stairs. We traded looks, to which my natural response was to look down whenever our eyes met. He was frustrated, and I got that, but I was not trying to take what was his. He was just more annoyed that Master Greg needed different things than Aubrey wanted him to need. "Do you like being such a pathetic human being", he questioned. "Sir, I croaked quietly, I am not pathetic, I am different. I don't have the same desires and expectations that you do. It's all perceptions. I NEED to be of service and to suffer to satisfy superior men like Master Greg and Master Laith. That gives me value." At that moment, my fear that I might lose everything exposed itself and I gasped air across my teeth and shuddered for a second. "I'm sorry about you being upset about all of this. I am not trying to take anything from you, and Master Greg would never allow it either. I don't exist on the same elevation as you do." At that moment, Master Greg appeared at the top of the steps wearing a black jockstrap, carrying a small leather paddle, a small bag and what looked like some sort of gag that I had never seen before. I think Aubrey was as speechless as I was to see my master's flawless body displayed so impressively. His lean striations throughout his torso and arms gluing our eyes to his physique that moved so confidently. "Strip faggot", he commanded. I took off everything, knowing I should leave me briefs on unless told to remove them. Seeing I left them on, he said "everything slut", to which I removed my remaining garment. "Show Aubie your ass" he barked. I walked over to where Aubrey sat and showed him the tattoos on my ass which marked me as Master Greg's property. I think it annoyed Aubrey, but it also began to give him an understanding that this was not what he and Master Greg shared. Picking up the bag, Master Greg pulled out my chastity cage and tossed it to me. "Put it on cunt." As I fumbled to secure the cage over my dick, he stepped behind me and forced the ball gag into my mouth and fastened the strap tightly at the back of my head. Next he picked the tiny padlock out of the paper bag and secured it to the cage locking me in chastity. He positioned me on the table in front of the couch on my hands and knees. He stood on the opposite side of the table from Aubrey, and was in the right position to visually connect with him and gauge his response to what was going on. Without formality, he took the paddle back and struck my ass hard. I bit down on the ball and howled wildly. Again he struck me hard and again I howled. He continued alternating cheeks, and beating me ferociously. After about 20 blows, Aubrey was too unsettled and spoke, "Greg, stop, please!" That shook Master Greg out of his trance for a second and he simply held his hand up politely to Aubrey to indicate not to interrupt his process. He redoubled his efforts and force for probably ten more impacts. I'm sure my ass was red as blood when he was done with me. He dropped the paddle and took a moment, his body looked like it was on fire. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he dragged me from the table to the floor in front of him. "Worship" he ordered, and I began to devour his feet, licking and sucking every inch of them. He lifted each foot to give me access to his soles, and he alternated pinning my head to the floor with each foot and spitting on my head. "You like being a worthless loser?" He asked, to which I responded, "I love being your worthless loser Master. I belong to you Sir." He responded, "Fuckin' right bitch, you are my property. Mine." Reaching down, he used my hair to stand me up in front up him. Bending his left arm at the elbow and pointing the elbow to the ceiling, I instinctively knew to worship his pit and drink his sweat. I was truly starved for him and it showed in my desperation and insistence. He alternated to the other armpit and I was in heaven. To degrade myself for him, especially for another to witness it, displayed exactly how I felt about him and my privilege to serve and exist for him. Pushing me back down to my knees, he pulled off his jock to show his raging hard hole-wrecker. I looked up at him as if praying to a god. He took my ears and used them like handles to draw my mouth over his cock and thrust it down my throat. I choked and gagged wildly, but he did not relent, battering my throat, mouth and face to take his pleasure, and I was so thankful to him. It didn't take long before his breathing got ragged and his body tensed. "Take my cum you cock whore. You .... Fuckin' ...... Cunt ...... Eat ..... My ..... Load ....You ...... bitch. And he pulled my head hard into his pubes and suffocated me as he pumped repeatedly down my throat. I thought this might be the completion of tonights performance, but I was wrong. My mouth sore and beaten, he stepped back from me and breathed heavily. "Don't move faggot", he ordered. He walked around the table to Aubrey and addresses him. "Hey, are you ok?" Aubrey looked at him with both caution and awe. "Talk to me, he pushed." "Yeah, I'm ok" he responded. "Yeah, this is different than I thought" he added. "Another minute, ok?", my Master inquired. "Yeah sure", Aubrey answered. My master leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips. He returned to my side of the table and said "Open", and as I opened my mouth he set the head of his softening cock on my tongue and instructed, "form a soft seal around the head and don't drop a bit of it or I'll beat your ass twice as hard as I did before." I don't think Aubrey immediately understood what was happening, but when he saw my Adams apple bobbing like crazy, he realized that his lover was using me as a urinal right in front of him. When he had almost finished feeding me his piss, he pulled out to spray my face with what was left. "I marked you as my piss slut too. Now, what do you say?" I dropped my face to his muscular, veined feet and dropped kisses all over them while I thanked him, "Master, thank you so much for owning me. Thank you for using me, I am the luckiest slave in the world to be owned by you Sir." He wrapped things up by instructing, "Ok, get dressed and get out of here faggot. And that chastity cage stays on until I take it off pig." As I was dressing, he moved to the couch sat next to Aubie and put his arms around him and gently kissed his cheeks and then his lips. It began to get hot and heavy before I was done, and I assumed that Master Greg was going to attempt to get Aubie pregnant before the night was over.