Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2024 22:33:58 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - Chapter 26 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 26 Graduation was a blur. I ended up going to a few parties, but it was hard to talk to a lot of the people there. It wasn't just me being self-conscious, people had been talking about me, and stories had been flying around, so it made it more difficult to get through that chaos and just hang out with or talk to people. Some just wanted to confirm the rumors or dig up more dirty details. I tried to roll with it, confirming things that seemed harmless, avoiding questions that were too personal or intrusive. I ran into Jack (the lavatory hero and the guy who helped Master Greg coordinate the garage event in Marblehead) at Mallory Peeke's bash that I stopped by late on Sunday night. I found that the earlier I went to a graduation party, the more crowded and family oriented it felt, but later the people were more relaxed and there were less people, so it felt less intense. We ended up hanging out by the pool after the sun went down, and I felt comfortable telling him about some of the details that happened that evening at the beach that he didn't get to witness, even though he knew the basic story. He seemed really upset that I turned down my ride to Dartmouth, and I understood his view as he didn't have any clue how my mind and soul worked. I found out he was heading to American University in D.C., studying history and then maybe law school. It was feeling like a successful night with no collisions or hit and runs until I could see Ashley (Ash) our mutual teammate and Jack's best friend from the wrestling team approach. He wasn't drunk, but he was more than half way there. His defenses were down, as he had a flask in his pocket and had been mixing since he got to the party. I tensed up a lot, but his laughing, smiling and joking made me feel like he wasn't that lethal. His mind was on a single track, wanting to humiliate me, he let me know he'd heard all of the stories; making sure to call me a `faggot, bitch, cunt and pussy' as he let me know that no self-respecting man would allow themselves to be used the way I seemed to enjoy being used. I shocked him some by agreeing, which I think pissed him off and made me smirk. Grabbing me by the collar, he said, "why don't you let me be the judge of your faggotry for myself?" `Check mate', I thought. I didn't see that coming. I'd blown Jack over a dozen times, but Ash always thought killing me would be preferable to getting a blow job from me, so I never thought about him ever wanting to use me that way. I didn't want to get involved with Ash, or even Jack. I was completely content these days. Then, Jack put his arm over my shoulder and walked me into the side yard with Ash right behind me. From the yard, we continued into the adjoining woods. I knew this was a bad idea, but I was being manipulated by two dominant guys and I'm known to follow the leader in situations like this. Once we got pretty far in, Ash became more aggressive. He pushed me down to my knees fast and unbuckled his belt, starting to fish his big blonde cock out of his jeans. Jack chuckled at his friend's enthusiasm, and added, "Ash you'll be impressed, he really is that good a cocksucker." Then Jack more casually dropped his shorts and let his cock hang, waiting to share my mouth with his bud. For a few minutes they passed my mouth back and forth while I gagged on their impressive tools until Ash moved behind me and grabbed my hips, standing me up on my feet. I was completely surprised, and then he started to wrestle my shorts over my hips to expose my ass. "NOOOO" I yelled, and Ash grabbed me by the neck and pulled me back against his chest and growled in my ear, "faggot, not another fuckin' word out of your mouth or I will end you. I never forgot about you calling my sister a cheap whore." Attempting to fix the misunderstanding, I responded "I wasn't calling her...." to which Ash slammed his fist into my lower back, not wanting to hear the details of my reasoning. "Not another word cocksucker" he demanded. The dusk was fading to darkness in the woods, but I could still see Jack's face and his eyes saying `No' to his friend Ash without speaking. "As soon as this bitch said that about my sister outside the lav last year I promised myself I'd return the favor." Jack's face looked way more worried now. He was definitely no physical match for Ash. They were both just under 6 feet tall and both weighed around 175, but Jack was softer and gentler. Ash was lean and angular, his body much more machine-like and his attitude always seemed to be fired by high octane fuel. "Ash...... PLEASE don't do this" he begged. "It's not worth it man, just don't." Not one word of what Jack said effected Ash. "Jack, it's time for you to leave man. You were never here." A moment passed and Ash growled "Now". Jack looked down at my face and he could see my fear, but somehow I nodded to him subtly, maybe even unconsciously, but I knew I did it. I gave him my blessing to leave. Jack looked pale as he nervously pulled his shorts up quickly without thinking very much about what he was doing. He turned and headed back out of the woods. Ash spun me back to facing him and pushed me to my knees. "Get to work whore" he ordered. "Slide my flip flops off and get my jeans off bitch" he said as he increased the pounding of his hard cock into my throat. "Now slide off my briefs and hand `em up here" he directed. I handed him his white 2Xist briefs by feel, as he had my face pressed against his pubes. "Now slide my flops back on my feet you cunt" he demanded. His cock was now steel solid and bashing my throat. Scooping under my shoulders he yanked me up and looking down to my face slightly he hocked up some phlegm which he spat on my face. Wadding up his briefs he shoved them hard into my mouth and I felt the corners of my lips pull too tight. "Don't let these fall out of your mouth and make sure to bite down hard fag" he advised. Spinning me around and yanking my shorts a little farther down so they lay near my ankles, he pushed my back forward forming a 90 degree angle at my waist, and I grabbed the trunk of the small tree in front of me. With little to no warning, his cock was at my hole and slammed into my still damaged and bruised hole. My reaction was immediate and more than anyone, including Ash, could have expected as I let loose a bloody scream into his briefs and my body shook as if I was having a seizure. I could even feel Ash pause for a mili-second from my reaction, but he managed to push through and as he plunged three, four and five times into my cunt, the initial trauma subsided and my bruised body accepted more Alpha dominance from this stud as he raped my hole hard. I was surprised that my body was able to accept his hard fuck without passing out given what I'd been through, and I realized I was sobbing and tears were rolling down my cheeks from the pain and embarrassment. "You fucking worthless cum-dump faggot. I don't ever want to see your face again you useless bitch. Your lucky this is all I'm doing to you, you cunt" He said as his pace proceeded to furious and his pounding became even more brutal. My mind went to it's place, and I started to repeat silently, "this is what I'm supposed to do, this is what I'm supposed to do" as he dominated me completely before moaning and planting his godly seed in me. Pushing me off of him, I fell to the ground and stayed motionless, still sobbing. He reached down and pulled his briefs from my mouth, shoving them in the back pocket of his jeans and pulled his jeans back on. Before leaving me there on the ground, he asked, "Did you like that bitch?" Between sobs I acknowledged, "Yes Sir" and he chuckled and walked out of the woods. I must have laid there for fifteen minutes before I started to pull myself together. My keys, wallet, phone, all there. I moved carefully, still taking inventory of my body to figure out what was ok, and what wasn't. Then I made my way along Mallory's yard, exiting the woods near the street so I wouldn't have to see anyone from the party. I got to my car and felt the need to get away from there quickly. I stopped at a gas station and just sat in my parked car in the lot for probably half an hour, maybe more before I got out used the bathroom, cleaned myself up, bought a soda and then headed home. My parents were in bed, so I snuck quietly into my room and tried hard to fall asleep, but my mind raced for hours before it would allow me to rest. The next morning I woke to a text waiting on my phone from Jack. "Hey" was all it said. Obviously he was checking on me, but didn't want to say anything by text. I responded "Hey". My phone buzzed a minute later, "Meet me at the school baseball field?" I replied, "Be there in an hour" Jack looked nervous, really nervous, and instead of saying hello, I smiled meekly and confirmed "I'm alright". "Listen man, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I never should have....." He gushed. "Jack, I'm ok". I repeated. Then he continued, "But I never should have let that......left you....I'm sorry". Realizing I couldn't fix this for him, I admitted, "Yeah, maybe you need to figure that out for yourself and what that means for you. But Jack, in this instance you get a free pass. No foul." Recovering and relaxing a little, Jack asked, "Did he hurt you? Are you ok?" Answering honestly I told him "I'm ok Jack". "Yeah, but did he hurt you?" He re-asked. "Sure he did, that's what he wanted to do" I admitted. Fidgeting and seeming lost for words, he finally asked, "Why don't you do anything about it? Why do you let everyone do this shit to you? You never fight. You're gonna get hurt. You do get hurt!" They were all good questions and observations. "I don't do what everyone says, I'm just obedient to certain people" I clarified. "Being obedient feels good to me, amazing to me. I need it." I offered. "But the damage.... They can be brutal" he pointed out. I knew he couldn't understand, but it was not my job to explain it. Getting up to leave, I just said "It's worth it for me", and I walked off thinking that if Ash called me I'd probably show up to meet him.