Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2024 04:44:07 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 36 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 36 I was really self conscious getting ready, wishing I had worked out yesterday rather than having had pumpkin pie and watched movies. I showed up at Master Greg's front door as instructed and knocked, waiting for an answer. I followed him up the stairs to the attic, never tiring of following behind him and watching his perfect ass as he took the stairs two at a time. As we got to the top of the steps into the large open space, i could see the tethers he'd used to hang me before, coming down from the overhead beam. I was a bit nervous, but i often was with Master G. "Strip boy" he commanded, and i took everything off for him. Fastening my wrists and pulling the ropes tight enough to keep me partially on my toes, he asked, "So, how many times have you been fucked since i saw you last?" I did some quick inventory in my head and said "Four ..... no five times. I've been fucked five times Master since i saw you last." I admitted with embarrassment. "Ok slut. I'll be back." he announced, disappearing down the stairs. A few minutes later i heard his feet on the steps. As Master G reached the top of the stairs I gawked at him wearing a black leather harness that made an "X" across his chest and back. He wore a similar black leather strap on his left wrist and a black leather jock strap that was definitely a size small and looked obscenely hot because it was bursting in front with his sizable package. His feet were bare, which turned me on as much as any of his other wear. The slightly alarming visual was the narrow leather paddle he was carrying in his hand. "Like what you see bitch?" he asked. Gulping, i shook my head affirmatively, and mumbled "Yes Master, i love everything i'm seeing Sir." Smirking, he chuckled, "There's my faggot." Moving to look me in the eyes as I hung before him he said, "You'll get 10 lashes for every time you've been fucked." My face indicated my concern, as i tried to remember ever receiving 50 consistent impacts before. "You'll take them for me Slave, right?" he inquired sternly. I shook my head, saying "Yes Master." I tried to prepare myself, but it seemed my only bodily response was to tense up as the first contact on my ass caused me to yelp and tighten my muscles. After the second one, he instructed, "Count them for me boy." Which i did by calling the numbers out after each impact. His lashes were getting harder, not softer as he went on, and I had hoped for the opposite, but the more pain i was in, the more he seemed to enjoy the exercise. By the time we got to 35, i was yelling with each blow, but he kept them up and i focused on 50, i just had to make it to 50. I told myself i could do that. As the final one impacted, my body released and i gasped being so grateful it was over, however just then another lash impacted my burning ass, and then another. "50" i cried, "50 Master" Laughing he said, "I've decided to deliver a few more slave." Not saying how many, first five, then ten were added and i had no idea how long this might go on. Feeling completely overwhelmed, I began to cry, "I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Master." I wasn't exactly sure what i was apologizing for. Maybe it was just the nature of the imperfect circumstance that put us here, but i wanted him to know i would take the blame. When he got to 75, he stopped, and moving in front to face me he dragged the paddle across my chest and abs, combining fear and excitement with his actions. "What are you sorry for boy?" he asked. "For whatever i may have done, for not telling you, for making mistakes, for everything Master." i whimpered gasping every few words. "Boy, we all made mistakes." he admitted. "The reason I'm spanking your ass is to purge you boy, clean the stank off of you from everyone else who fucked you. Well, that and so you know that you don't ever get fucked without my permission." "Yes Master, yes Sir" i cried as he released me from the ropes. Moving me to the couch, he looked down at me and said, "you're gonna be here all day pussy, i hope you don't have any plans." He retrieved a pillow case he had set aside by the couch and handed it to me saying, "pull this over your head cunt." I didn't understand, but I obeyed him immediately saying "yes Master". Laying me on my back, lifting my knees up and to the sides, his positioned me like he was fucking a girl, and the treatment felt like that at first. He was a little gentler than normal, taking time as he spread me open and took my ass, but it was partly as if i wasn't even there, as he ignored everything but the pieces of my body he was using physically. I was so hungry to connect with him, but he was purposefully preventing that. Then as he slid into his groove of fucking me, he began hocking up his phlegm and spitting it on me. using his hand to spread it over my body like oil, rubbing it in wherever it landed. When he was ready to cum, he pulled his magnificent cock from my pussy, stood above me and sprayed my entire flushed body with his sperm and then began to use his foot to rub his seed all over me as well. "Marking you faggot. Making you mine all over again" he said. "Thank you Master, thank you" was my response. "Don't speak" he corrected, once again shutting me out. Afterwards, I was allowed to remove the sack and I happily worshipped his body for about a half an hour while he was going through things on his phone, and without much warning, he got up and pushed my chest down on the seat cushion of the couch, got behind me and slammed into me, fucking me furiously hard and fast, beating my body with his cock, more like it was a job than passion. Again, when he came he spewed it all over my back, using his foot to rub it in and then finally flipping me on my back on the floor and seeing my face for the first time in a while, he took his cum covered foot and pushed and jammed it hard into my face as i took, accepted and worshipped anything he wanted to dish out. Now, I was tired and a little worn out and i asked to use the bathroom. I found some of Master's cream which i used to soothe the burn in my hole, and returned back upstairs to find him seated on the couch reading from his phone again. "Back to my feet faggot" was his command. "Yes Master" i replied immediately getting to work showing him how much I wanted him and to serve him, taking care of his perfectly muscled feet again. Less than another half hour passed before he had me up against the wall, wrist locked behind my back, growling in my ear as he raped my ass; and when he was ready, he pushed me to the floor below him and came all over me. This time when he was finished, he left me alone as he went downstairs without a word. I laid where he left me, and tried to understand what was happening. There was always a reason to Master Greg's actions. He didn't have me blow him at all today. The sack over my head. The second fuck that seemed more like a chore. Coming back a little while later, he found me where he left me. This time he had one of his black belts in his hand. As i prepared mentally to get beaten by him, he brought me up to all fours where he found me, lasso'd the belt around my neck and pulled back hard, slamming into me once again, violently pounding my pussy hole until he came on my back again. It's not like i didn't enjoy sex with Master Greg, i lived for it, but my body was breaking under his power today and the part of him i needed the most, he was totally withholding from me. The leashed fuck happened two more times that afternoon. I tried to hold up the best i could, but i started to cry openly on the last fuck as i did not think my mind or body could take anymore of this cold punishing sex. Finally coming back up from downstairs after a while following his last fuck, looking amazing wearing absolutely nothing, he carried with him a paper bag that he tossed on the floor. Pulling me to a spot on the floor he put me on my back and positioned himself between my legs. I began to huff, then sob and then openly cry for him. "Master, i can't Master, I can't. Please no, no, no." i stuttered between huffs of air, sobs and tears. Leaning over me he clamped my mouth with his palm, forcing me to breath through my nose, he lined up and again drove his steel hard cock into my worn, torn burned and beaten pussy hole and i screamed wildly into his hand as he took me. It took a minute before the pain normalized and i was able to focus again, he took his hand from over my mouth and i gasped for air. He was looking at me now, staring at me, connecting. I instantly grew hard and began to beg him. "Master, fuck me, own me please. I belong to you master, I have to belong to you Master, please. I need you Master," I cried. A smirk formed on his incomparable face. "Who's my boy?" he asked. Between yelps i croaked "I'm your boy Master, I'm your boy." "Who owns you? Who controls you boy?" he asked next. "You do Master. Master Greg is my owner and controls me." i yelled out happily. "Who is the center of your whole life faggot, who do you live for?" he demanded as he held my ankles out in a wide "V" fucking me like a whore while i pawed at his torso. "You are my whole life and I live for you Master. Please take me back Sir, please by my Master again." I moaned desperately. Leaning down, his chest covering mine, he bucked his hips into me a few last times before finally depositing his seed into me this time, making himself a little part of me. I wrapped my legs around him possessively, wanting to show him how much i wanted him. "I worship you Master. I belong to you Master. I'm yours." I whispered into his ear. We stayed like that for less than a minute before he stood, and putting his foot across my chest he proceeded to throw up a double bicep pose above me, showing that he was the alpha, my alpha, and that he totally dominated my life. I smiled wildly as he opened the bag and repositioned himself straddling my waist as i lay on my back. Pulling out a black permanent marker, he wrote on my chest `Property of Master Greg'. Next he fished a new necklace from the bag that said the same thing on a large pendant. As i looked up at him I was eternally grateful that somehow we had this opportunity again.