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Perceptions - Chapter 42
It was good to be back on campus after the holidays. It felt especially good to get away from all of the drama going on with everyone back at home. It was unsettling, and I liked being out of it. I'd get some news and updates from Jason as he still took the train down to stay with Tack once or twice a week, but the stories became darker and more disturbing.
It sounded like Greg was getting more and more into a `sub-space', and the guys (which i assumed was mainly Tack) were hollowing him out and turning him more and more into a mindless slave and slut for their extreme form of human ownership. From what Jason told me, it still seemed like his relationship with Tack was going really well, and i was glad for that, but what he had witnessed so far regarding Greg made it sound like they were bulldozing Greg into the ground with no plans to excavate him back out. It hurt to think of him utterly destroyed like that.
I was enjoying my time with Bax now. He too had taken a trip down to my town with Jason last weekend to join Tack and Laith as part of a Three Master event with Greg. Jason either didn't know or wouldn't share many of the details with me, but it sounded like Greg was being completely re-made, but i had no idea what he was being made into. I'd tried to slyly get some information from Bax about what happened that weekend, but Brian's cynical thought process made him hard to take advantage of on anything.
It was after an ordinary dining hall dinner on Wednesday night, i was alone in my room getting some work done while Pandora picked songs for me and played them on a bluetooth speaker I'd gotten for Christmas. The door pushed open hard, banging into the closet behind it making a bang. "What the ..." I turned, and there was Bax, like a bull in a china shop, smiling down at me. I couldn't help but smile too. "Hey Wreck-It Ralph, what are you up to." He turned to lock the door, and with his natural and effortless smugness he continued to smile and explained, "I couldn't find any pretty girls to take advantage of tonight, so i came here for you" as his grin got wider and then transformed into an aggressive intimidating scowl. I absorbed and accepted his cruelly intended words meant to lessen me, and as they penetrated me I turned them into greater submission towards him, greater service and greater subservience for him from me. I was happy he'd given me the opportunity. My face became serious as i landed on my knees and crawled to him, dropping kisses on the top if his boots as he moaned, "Yeah you dirty slut, you know, don't ya? You understand exactly what you are. Unlace." I realized that the thing that always had me about Bax for the entire time i've known him, and the thing that would always make me kneel to him even when i didn't like him, was the superiority he saw in himself and the contempt he had for those he felt were less than himself.
As I removed his boots, he pulled a chair behind himself and took a more relaxed position in it, jutting his legs and feet out towards me. I moved to a more submissive position flat on my stomach on the floor in front of him. "Socks?" i questioned. He chuckled, "You know you want to go right to my sweaty skin and taste the soles of my dirty feet slave. Take `em off. More....... raw, i'd say.....huh?" I moaned deeply as he told me what a pig i was for him and i murmured "mmmmmm hhhmmmmmm" as i swallowed his sweaty toes and massaged them with my tongue.
I could hear his belt jingle as I worked on his veined powerful feet as they flexed and pointed and worked my face dominantly as i poured my submission into my worship for him. "Up here queer" he ordered as i lifted my gaze to see his puffer jacket on the floor next to his hat, his jeans pulled down, fly open forming a `V' to frame his perfect bulge behind his boxer briefs. He'd also pulled the front of his t-shirt up, leaving his arms in the holes, but running the fabric over the back of his neck, giving me an amazing view of his heroic torso and especially his steel pecs, and his striated biceps and shoulders. I moaned pretty deep and long as i gazed up, "Oh thank you Master. You are extraordinary!" "Yep", he said, "Now beg to suck my big alpha cock slave." Gulping hard, my pleas poured out, "Master please let me worship your outstanding body and show you what a good bitch i can be for you. I want you to own me and use me Sir. Please own me, i need that so bad. Please let me worship you Master, please use me. Please let me suck your superior alpha cock and worship you." Smirking, he pushed deeper, "Will you do whatever I say to have the privilege of serving me?" "Yes Sir" i snapped back without thinking, desperate for his acceptance. "And you won't complain or try to get out of my orders?, he questioned. "NEVER SIR" i snapped back again before adding a "Please Sir." Pushing down the waistband of his boxer briefs under his hefty balls he slid the fingers and palms of his left hand around the back of my neck pulled me in and slammed my mouth down over his dominant cock as he thrust his hips up, plugging my throat with his power tool. As i loosened my throat and he began to power my head up and down on his cock, combined with his hard thrusts his cock slid mostly out and then back in hard with each cycle. My upper lip was taking most of the damage, but all i cared about now was satisfying this superior God. "From now on you'll come to my room twice a week and clean it." he demanded breathing hard. "You'll do all of my laundry, change the bed, plus any other fuckin' work i need done in the dorm. You got that fag? Let me know you understand." he yelled. "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" i moaned. "Chores and stuff i need to do, you're doing them. Got that?" "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" i moaned. Now he moved into testing me, breaking me down, seeing if i could go all the way. "You're gonna give me neck and shoulder massages in the dorm lounge at night if I'm hanging out there. I don't care who's watching." "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" i moaned. "And foot massages too bitch." "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" i moaned. With each acceptance of his power and ownership he slammed harder into the back of my throat until finally clamping the back of my neck, pulling me down and locking my face into his pubes while he pumped his seed into my desperately hungry gut as i absorbed his greatness.
My head hung on his powerful cock as i massaged the last ounces of his cum into my throat and he recovered from his powerful climax. Pushing my head back, he used my hair to twist my head to face his. "What do you have to say pussy?" Breathless, i replied, "Thank you Master. Thank you for the opportunity Sir. I won't let you down." "We'll see bitch, now get me dressed" he ordered. Pulling his briefs up, fastening his buttons and belt, i gazed at his torso, not wanting to cover it up. He immediately understood, chuckling and commenting "pathetic fag" and pulled the shirt back into place himself. "Back to worshipping me feet" he said as he settled into a relaxed position, letting his head hang back a little as i devoured his perfect feet. Little time passed before i heard a push on the door, then voices, then a metallic sound indicating a key entering the door lock. My instinct was naturally to pull up. Seeing Master's dead serious look as my gaze connected with his, i just knew what was required of me, for him, as i dropped myself back to my inferior position at his feet and began again to truly worship him once again.
My roommate knew i was gay, but i figure he was thinking the behind-closed-doors, no PDA, vanilla type homo, and now the cover was coming off. As my roomie Sam and his friend (whose name I didn't know) came in, they first looked shocked, thinking the room was empty and certainly not being used for what they were seeing. Bax made them feel a little more at ease by inviting them in, "C'mon in guys, won't be too long here. Just toss your stuff down and give us a minute." Sam was not an intense guy, definitely not wild, but probably not the fearful type either I'd guess. His friend was more freaked, staring at Sam as if to say `WTF?'. Bax suggested, "Have a seat." Sam was curious now as he said to his friend, "chill for a minute and let's see what's up." His friend still seeming antsy, he looked at his friend again and whispered, "CHILL". Sam took a seat on his bed and took in the scene in front of him as his friend sat next to him. "So, what's this all about?" he asked Bax as he watched me lick Bax's soles, suck on his toes and kiss and lick the tops of his feet. Being cheeky Bax asked with a smile, "What's going on with me, or what's going on with my slave?" Sam nodded, "Ok so you guys are kinky." Bax laughed, "At a minimum." Sam absorbed and inquired, "So you're his master and he's your slave?" Bax nodded. "Do you ever switch?" Sam asked. Bax spit and laughed at the same time. "FUK NO! I'm no bitch" he exploded. "This fag is my cunt and my cum dump, does what i say and belongs to me, she's my property." Sam noticing asked, "You call her she?" Bax smirked and explained, "Well yeah, she looks masculine on the outside, right, all muscles and shit, but she is 100% submissive to me. I own her." Standing and pulling his feet away from my mouth, he instructed, "On your knees." As i got in position in front of him he praised me in front of our spectators, "good girl. Now hold your head back, open your eyes and stare into mine." As i obeyed completely he proceeded to drop gob after gob of his spit into my mouth while he mind-fucked me with his eyes. Finishing he asked, "What do you have to say boy?" I praised him openly, "Thank you so much Master, thank you for showing my roommate what i am, and what you are to me. Thank you for giving me a chance to serve you Sir. I would be lost without your ownership." Sam's friend gasped and I was unable to see Sam's face but i suppose he was taking a lot in. "Back to my feet bitch" Bax instructed. Then offered, "We'll just be a little bit longer here, but i wanted to properly introduce myself." Sam's friend announced, "Thanks, but I've gotta go" and practically launched himself out of the room. Surprisingly, Sam and Bax continued talking for another hour while I feasted on Bax, exhibiting my slavery to him openly.