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Perceptions - Chapter 27
Aubie was heading down to UNC in the fall. He received an athletic scholarship for gymnastics, and seemed really excited to go but sad to leave, which it seemed was a common feeling for a lot of seniors. Master GREG and Aubie were spending a lot of time together, but I was surprised that my master did not seem more disappointed about Aubie's leaving at the end of summer. He seemed involved with Aubie, but not attached, if that makes any sense; which is something I could never seem to manage. Even though Master Greg was busy this summer, he made a lot of time for me between work and Aubie, and I truly settled into my role as his property. I had managed to get a room on campus for the fall, and I think we both were looking forward to the opportunities that could offer. Things were calm, which was a change from the normal school year, but I got into nights in Master Greg's attic, submitting to his every whim limitlessly. I was completely content seeing my future through the lens he created and focused for me.
Part of my typical uniform was a chastity cage to which Master Greg held the key, an old white jock that was more grey than white, a necklace with a small round plate that indicated "property of Master G", and a bracelet that said "Property of G-Man" on the underside, that I would flip over when my parents were not around. That along with my tattoos made me look like a kinky sub whenever I was undressed.
I knew what I wanted. What I would accept from the world and my relationships was strange and unusual, but I couldn't see how that was wrong. It worked for me. Master Greg's and my relationship did not require him to be limited to the varieties he craved, and I was happy to be controlled and limited by him as he saw fit. I couldn't imagine not being controlled by him, and used for his gratifications. I noticed he liked testing me, and while I always tried to perform well, I don't think he minded my failures and weakness. I think my weakness powered him in some ways, which allowed me to feel safe in my inferiority.
Master Laith was spending most of the summer in Marblehead at his family's beach place. He'd had a job there every summer for years. It was with a boat company, and I think he'd had a real affinity for boats since he was a young kid, so he always looked forward to his summers there. It was early August when I was at Master G-Man's house when he announced, I'm going to Marblehead for two weeks before school starts. Greg was able to get out of his summer job here, and Laith had arranged for him to work with him at the boatyard there for the last two weeks of summer vacation. I was really happy for my Master, as he actually seemed excited, which I don't see with him often. Plus, it would be chill with Laith, and might take his mind off of Aubie leaving early next week for North Carolina. I was honestly happy for him, but wondered what I'd do all alone for a few weeks. "Any projects you want me to work on while you're gone Sir?" I asked inquisitively. "Bitch, you don't think that I'd leave you on your own while I'm away, do ya? Your a horny faggot whore. You'd only get into trouble." He stated matter of factly. For a second, I thought that I might be going with him, but then he explained, "Tack will be in charge of you while I'm gone. You are to get all of your normal permissions from him and you'll take all of your orders from him while I'm gone." I looked at Master G a little surprised. Maybe I was a little worried about how young and careless Tack was, but it also made him unbelievably Hot. "Tack's parent's aren't overly aware of what he does, plus his room is in his basement with a side entrance, so he said he wants you to stay there most nights." I had a surprised look on my face that I couldn't hide, and Greg looked at me almost challenging me to question him. I stopped myself from asking anything directly about Tack, and decided to rephrase my concern, "What do you think I should tell my parents if they ask me or forbid me to stay out?" Master Greg was surprisingly calm as he explained, "You take orders from me, not your parents. You belong to me. You are mine, do you understand that cunt?" I nodded affirmatively, taking in the full gravity of his words. "And while I am away, Tack speaks for me and you are his bitch property until I get back, you got that?" "Yes Master" I croaked, and to let him feel my submission, I kneeled at his feet and began to kiss and lick his sneakers.
A few days later Master G left for Marblehead, and I reported to Master Tack's house as directed at 6:00 with a backpack containing necessities I might need for the night. I knocked on the cellar door and heard Tack holler for me to enter. He looked so dirty-hot sitting there on an old worn couch, shirtless with only a dirty jock and sweat socks on. His tight smooth angular body (some might call it skinny) looked hard and powerful, with thin compact slices of muscle mounted everywhere, and striations visible at every curve. His face looked peaceful now, but generally it was dangerously hot, with pale skin framed by dark hair. I took a few steps in when Master Tack redirected me, "Kneel and crawl faggot. Show your newest and most powerful Master the respect he deserves." Brave words, but then Tack seemed fearless. Crawling to him I looked up at him like a puppy, thinking it would be best to await directions. He was definitely in no rush as he had me rub his feet and massage his shoulders as he played video games. Then I was sent to pickup food for him at a local deli and bring it back. While he ate I laid at his feet, continuing to massage them. "Are you hungry fag?" He inquired. "Uhhhh huh" I responded affirmatively, the toes of his left foot still in my mouth. Chewing his sandwich, he leaned forward, pulled my head up and pushing my mouth open with his thumb he spit his partially chewed food into my mouth, leaned back and took another bite. Finishing chewing the food he gave me, I tried to taste his spit in my mouth, trying to remember the taste that signifies him, my Master Tack, and file it away. As I swallowed, I acknowledged, "Thank you Master." Over the next two weeks, I'd estimate that half of the food I ate I received in the same manner.
Once fed, Tack's sexual appetite rose. Dragging me by the hair was not necessary, but Master Tack loved to exhibit power. He dragged my face back and forth across his dirty smelly jock, and I could tell he hadn't showered today, because his sweat was mixed with dirt. The sweaty alpha mix on his skin got into my nose and then my head and made it spin and I began licking and sucking desperately on his skin everywhere. "Damn faggot you are so Hot for my body, aren't ya?" He laughed. Again I responded "Mmmmmm HHmmmmmm", my mouth busy working at the moment. He let me fag out on him for a few minutes before he took a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back hard, spitting across my face, then he punched his hard cock into the back of my throat and began a blow job by choking me on his hard cock, my throat spasming on his rod as it suffocated me. My own dick was growing harder and harder, and began to leak in my shorts as he continued to show me who was boss with his powerful manhood. I was choking on the outside while I purred on the inside as he settled into owning my body.
Using his right foot he planted his sole on my pecs and pushed me back onto the floor. I looked up and he used the heel of his foot to deliver a few jabs to my abs, I think just to let me know who the alpha was here. Sliding off of the couch he straddled my chest, letting his ass cheeks surround my nose, he settled in as his musky ass covered and suffocated my nose and mouth. He continued taking jabs at my midsection with his fists, not to devastate me, just to keep me in my inferior position. "Work fag" I heard him say as he continued taking jabs at me. His scent was totally consuming my senses and my tongue ventured out to taste him and pay homage to the dominant being above me. Before long I was desperately inhaling and eating his ass, cleaning his sweaty hole and having his scent burned into my memory as I worshipped him. My dick spasmed and showed my excitement at being exactly where I wanted to be as he rode my face, like he was in the saddle of a race horse. The pressure became more intense as he upped the pace and I know his pile driver of a cock must have been solid as steel by now. I allowed my hands to slide up and begin to explore his body. I don't know if I'd be allowed to get very far, but I knew I'd find out as I ran my fingers over his tight thighs and up to his waist and along his obliques, loving the feel of his muscles and their hard surfaces and curves.
With a sense of urgency, Tack was up and off of me, pulling me by my hair and throwing me back first into a sitting position on the couch. Moving on top of me he scooped up my legs and pushed my knees to my chest, my neck now bending in a 90 degree angle as my back was on the seat of the couch and my head against the backrest. He pushed his cockhead to my hole and more as a statement then a question said, "ready bitch" and before I could make any indication to him either way, his cunt buster was driven into me to the hilt. I screamed out and he reached for one of his grimy socks laying on the floor and balled it up, shoving it in my mouth. "I don't think my parents are home, but I don't want the neighbors to report a rape" he said as he looked down on me and redoubled his efforts. Tack's pace and intensity were crazy now, and I wonder why he seemed so driven to brutalize me like this. I wondered if the intensity we had in Marblehead is the only speed he knew, but I realized it was not my place to say or even understand why he prefers what he does, so I got back to my sub headspace again, mumbling through his sock, "I belong to you, I am yours. I belong to you, I am yours."
He didn't understand what I was saying but he looked down at me from his position as he continued clouting my hole with his stud cock. He could see my pain and the absolute stress on my face and he started asking me, "Do you like that you fucking whore? Do you like a man using you like this you worthless faggot?" he yelled. I nodded my head yes as a few tears rolled down my face. "How does this compare, you cunt, huh?" he demanded. Not knowing what he meant, or what he wanted to hear, I just shook my head affirmatively as he continued to destroy my hole. His smile became even more sadistic as he asked, "So this is better?" I nodded yes enthusiastically, following the path I'd already begun, answering a question that I didn't understand. His smile got scarier, and he panted between brutal thrusts, "Is this - - better than - - when Ash raped - - your pussy - - you fuckin' - - cunt?" And though I thought he couldn't possibly up his intensity any further, he did as he continued his last thrusts gutting me from the inside once again, owning me as I began to sob for him and he filled my insides with his precious seed, and I spit out the sock and cried, "yes it is better, it is so much better Master."
After he was done with me, he allowed me to worship, lick and clean his indomitable body on the couch while he came down from his physical climax high. "Do you need to use the bathroom fag?" He asked. "Not yet" I answered, but Master Tack redirected me, "go now". When I got back from the bathroom he locked my hands in straps and hung me from the rafter in the basement. "Bitch, I'm hanging you all night from the ceiling. Do you know why cunt?" He spat. "Because I went with Ash and allowed myself to get raped Sir." I said tentatively. Tack approached and took a big shot at my abs while I hung there, making my body jackknife and swing as I groaned. His anger not yet abated, he took a few more swings at my abs, hurting me as much as he wanted. "NO YOU STUPID FAG. Getting used, abused, even raped is part of your life from now on pussyboy. You are gonna hang there all night because you didn't tell your Masters, your owners, what happened to you. You dumb fucking cunt", he slammed his fist into my side one more time and I yelped as I took his fist.
After a few minutes, I could see Tack was getting ready to sleep, and it seemed like the couch was his bed, so he could see me and I could see him. Then, after he turned off the lights in the protection of the dark, I felt brave enough to ask "Master how did you find out about what happened with Ash?" There was a long silence before he offered, "I have a friend who Ash told, and my friend told me...... I guess Ash was flying pretty high after he used you, and wanted to tell someone." He was also kinda drunk', I thought to myself. After another few minutes, I hoped he would tell me more, so I asked, "What did Master Greg say when you told him?" He sputtered, "Greg, Greg didn't really care, said fags get raped'. "Thought that was a little bit wussy", he added. It was Laith who went ape shit, said there had to be payback. Not sure exactly what got worked out yet, but Ash has to compensate somehow."
Another few minutes passed before I asked something again. Feeling very vulnerable, I questioned, "Do you think I'm fucked up because I could get raped and not tell anyone.......... actually, not even mind it that much" Again Tack sputtered, "Fucked up? Are you kidding, you are a walking, talking embarrassment to mankind you pussy bitch. Now shut up, I wanna sleep."