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Perceptions - Chapter 52
Tack was surprised how well Melanie and Laith had taken to Jay Hunter. He'd assumed because Jay was unpopular and lacked the material possessions and social status that Mel and Laith were used to, that they'd be unreceptive, even critical of him. However, both saw right through the surface to the man within. That made Tack feel good about his slaves. Maybe it was because he himself was concerned about being accepted, or maybe it was because he saw a little bit of himself in Jay and wanted him to be appreciated for what he was. Either way, his two bitches Laith and Melanie had taken to him very well. Maybe that was the reason he'd spent so much time over the last few weeks with both of them, toying with them, twisting their minds into knots, making them compete for his attention and to have his hot cock bang them senseless. Tack found them easier and easier to use and manipulate, and they seemed to welcome his control.
During this period, Tack pushed Jason off, telling him he'd have to wait, telling Jason that he was busy with Laith and Mel. Jason contained his jealousy within, hiding his frustration from his Alpha Master Tack, but all of his insecurities were raw with the thought of Laith taking his place and making him worthless to his Master.
After two weekends away, Tack instructed Jason to arrive at his house on Friday, which was the last weekend in April. Jason was excited, thinking about it non-stop for days in anticipation of seeing his Alpha Boy. Arriving before dinner, he stopped to pick up Tack's favorite foods on the way to the house, and served Tack dinner before Tack got down to business and reminded his bitch Jason just what made a man like him happy. To say Jason was a pig in shit as he took in every ounce of his Master's attention and attended to Tack's every need would be to miss the bigger observation. Jason was utterly and completely obsessed with Tack, and had no idea who he was without him.
Jason wasn't surprised when Tack told him on Saturday morning that he had a study session at school that he had to attend, so he asked his Master for any chores he should complete. Before leaving, Tack instructed Jason that he'd be back at 2:00 and Laith would be coming by. "If he gets here before I'm back, keep him occupied" Tack smirked as he left for school.
Barely an hour had passed before there was a knock on the side door. The back of Jason's head started to pulse with heat and anger. His movements were stressed and he was visibly angry as he moved to the door and yanked on the knob throwing it open to see Laith standing there in jeans, distressed boots and a form fitting sweater. Regardless of how incredible Laith looked, all Jason saw was competition, and all he felt was fear. Jason stood there in a bright red jock, wearing the now signature dark steel chain around his neck and matching stud earring in his left lobe. His hair was still shaved on the side with the top long and flipped to the side.
"Sup fag", Laith inquired of Jason as he strode into the basement. Despite Laith's slave status and even despite the humiliation and rumors at school, he still found a way to bounce, at least partially, and retain his old confident personality. Though he was Tack's slave and people knew it, he could still converse as not-a-slave. He could still joke and have fun. Faced with the reality of his position, he did not need to crumble or cower in fear, at least not always. Sometimes, he'd just confess and be ok with it, other times Alpha Master Tack would drag him to the lowest depths and leave him practically empty, but Tack would always find some way to bounce back.
"Is there any water in the fridge down here" Laith questioned. "Yeah, get me one too" Jason said as he went over to Master Tack's weight bench and begin to do chest presses. Laith made his way over to the weight bench a minute later and observed, "Nice". "Yeah" Jason confirmed looking at his own body arrogantly. "Where's my water?" he then spat. Laith smirking asked, "Where is your water? Is this a quiz?" Now really pissed, and bested by a high school kid, Jason stomped out of the room. Coming back a few minutes later, Jason found Laith lounging on the couch where he and Master Tack spent a lot of their time. Something about Laith's ease with everything was driving Jason crazy. Did he think becoming Master Tack's #1 would be easy?
Jason was carrying a bottle of water for himself and the two leather straps that Tack used to bind bitchs' wrists to the beam overhead in his basement. Looking at the clock, Jason saw it was almost noon as he explained to Laith, "Tack is gonna be home soon and he wants you hanging when he gets here." Regarding Jason standing there, Laith responded, "He didn't say anything to me." Jason offered, "Call him then. I'm just following orders", he said calmly. As much as Laith disregarded Jason as a kiss-ass, he knew he took everything that Tack said as the word of God. "What time is he gonna be back?", Laith asked. Looking at the clock again, Jason answered, "Study group is over at noon, so anytime now." As Laith hesitated, Jason pressed him, "Just text him and he'll tell you." Laith's expression changed in acceptance, but he took the opportunity once again to taunt Jason, "Wanna take my shoes off for me and have a sniff? Last chance before I'm unavailable." He smiled, knowing he was getting under Jason's skin and loving it.
As Laith stripped down to his boxers, Jason simply said "Everything". Laith dropped his boxers too, and stood there displaying his aesthetic perfection. Jason wasted no time in lashing Laith's hands to the beam and hanging his body there in the basement, making him completely vulnerable. Jason strutted in front of Laith, taking time to drink his water and then leaving the bottle on the table, he left the room for a few moments coming back with a belt, whip and cane, and dropped them on the floor in front of Laith, smiling contentedly. Laith gulped because Tack had never used a whip and definitely not a cane on him before and wondered why now. What had he done? With a big smile plastered on his face, Jason approached Laith, getting chest to chest with him, and locking eyes he lifted and drove his knee up between Laith's legs crushing his balls, making him immediately holler out in pain and causing his eyes to water. As Jason stepped back, he ran his fingers over the tears on Laith's face and said "AAWwwwww, Poor bitch. Time for pain." Laith suddenly realized this was totally unsanctioned play and he didn't have any idea when Tack would be back or the extent of Jason's mental damage.
Once he stopped gasping and the fire in his balls lessened, he groaned "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jason walked over to the table nearby and fiddled with his phone, setting it to record, and tilting it up against the wall to capture a frame that focused on Laith hanging helplessly from the beam. Reaching down for the whip he sauntered over to Laith and said, "I'm gonna ruin you asshole. I'm making my own video of you begging me while i beat you senseless and then i'm gonna drop you like the sack of shit you are and rape your mouth and your ass all over the floor while you take it like a willing whore. In an hour those videos will be everywhere, and you'll not only be ruined, but your parents will pull you out of school and send you away to Switzerland or wherever people like you end up, and you'll be out of Tack's life forever" he spat as he wound up the whip and came down brutally hard against Laith's back.
Ten minutes in, Laith's back was bleeding and he was panting and begging Jason to stop. Jason switched to the belt and began to strap the back of Laith's legs and his chest causing huge welts across his skin. Laith could see that there was no reasoning with Jason. His soft brain had latched onto an idea and he couldn't see any of the crazy flaws or impossibilities with what he was thinking. Any pleading had no effect on Jason, he just wanted Laith exterminated. Finally, taking up the cane, Laith began to beg desperately as Jason let out a cold laugh. "Don't bother." Jason commented as he brought the cane across Laith's back and broke the skin as Laith howled. "You're done" he observed as he came down across Laith's ass doing the same there. "I win" Jason said as he brought his arm back again, only to have it grabbed and wrenched back by Tack as he appeared from the bottom of the stairs, having come in from the upstairs after their study group adjourned early.
Not bothering to ask questions yet,Tack simply used his fist to drive a punch into Jason's head that laid him out on the floor. Stepping up to look Laith carefully in the eyes and observe his state, Laith just moved his head gesturing towards the camera on the table. "It's all on the video he gasped" as he hung there in total relief to finally see Tack. Tack quickly released Laith from the beam and sat him down on a chair and gave him some water. Moving to the table to retrieve the phone, he started to watch the video that was just recorded from the beginning. Reviewing the first minute of the video, Tack was immediately aware of Jason's ridiculous plan. As Laith drank the water he'd been given and adjusted as he recovered in the chair, he looked at Tack with great reverence. Tack grinned at his boy, "You doing ok there? You gonna be alright?" Laith managed a smile and shook his head affirmatively. Starting a new video on Jason's phone, Tack picked up the partially empty bottle of water that Jason had left on the table and walked over to his body laying on the floor, dumping the remaining water on Jason's head while the camera recorded. Tack just stared at Jason as he came to, spazzing on the ground for a second while he figured out where he was. Getting his bearings finally, Jason said, "It was him. He wanted it. Begged me" "Wanted what?" Tack questioned. "Wanted me to torture him. He said he needed it." Tack just paced before Jason, shaking his head no' as Jason sat on the floor feeling hopeless. "See i heard that you were gonna try to run Laith out of town." Jason yelled, "NO! He's a lying bitch, just trying to make me look bad cus he needed a beat down and he wants to make me look bad. Tack simply stared Jason down and shook his head `no'. Jason exploded into tears. "He's ruining us. We're the best together and he's so jealous he wants to fuck that all up. He's trying to undermine you. He doesn't understand what it takes to be you and what you need. I do, he doesn't" Jason screamed in abject frustration as he cried.
"Git your shit and get the fuck out" he growled quietly as Jason remained on the floor. Jumping to his feet Jason implored his Alpha, pawing at his shoulders and trying to hold his attention for a minute. "Please, I'll do anything. Please Alpha Master, please" Jason cried. Gesturing to Laith to approach them, Tack told Jason, "Turn around". Then he instructed Laith, "throw him out the door. I'll get his things." Tack could hear the two struggling as Jason fought Laith, until Laith dropped a few punches on him and dragged him to the door, opened it and dragged him onto the grass, leaving him in a heap. Tack followed them out carrying Jason's bag and possessions, throwing them on the ground next to him. Kicking him and spitting in his face to get him alert again, Tack explained, "I'm keeping your phone with all of the evidence of what happened, including all of your lies. If i ever see you again, and anytime for the rest of your life that i see you, I will kick the living shit out of you in front of whoever is there, so lets make sure that i never see your sorry face for the rest of your life asshole." Jason started to cry earnestly as he collected his things.
As they walked into the house, Tack said, "I'd have let you do anything you wanted to him, but i figured we already wasted too much time on that trash." Laith replied, "Good call."
As Tack collected all of the things needed to treat Laith's wounds, he told Laith to call home and tell them he'd be staying over at his `best friends house' tonight. "I can't send you home like this." Tack mentioned. With the right ointments and bandages Laith started to feel alright within hours, even though his skin would take some time to heal. As Tack fixed him back up he tried to be clear, "So what I'm doing today..... well just don't get used to it faggot." Adding, "I'm sorry for what happened." "You saved me", Laith responded genuinely.
The rest of their evening together consisted of Tack spooning Laith possessively as they laid on the couch and watched a movie. Laith sighed contentedly, while Tack reminded him, "Don't get used to it."
The digital clock showed 2:14 AM as Tack's hardon woke him, and he went to take a piss to release at least some of the pressure. When he got back Laith had turned the small lamp on next to the couch and was looking up at Tack with a sort of hero-worship kind of look. "Light off" Tack directed with a scowl. "I thought you liked being able to see me when you fucked me." Laith posited. Tack shook his head no, "Not tonight boy, you've been through a lot." Laith ran his foot up against Tack's leg as Tack stood over him, and Laith whispered desperately, "I'd rather get beat again then not get to have your body on top of me holding me down, you pressing your body into mine, on top of me, controlling me, owning, me. You thrusting your cock into my pussy as i yelp. You squelch my screams with your hand over my mouth as you relentlessly drive your cock into me letting me know you own me and that i am yours. Taking me from the inside out, mind and body, all yours." Tack's pulse quickened, his cock got even more rigid and all he could ask is, "You sure?" Laith licked his lips and pled, "I need you Master, especially now." Tack wasted no time in covering Laith's weak bruised body with his powerful one. He drove a dominating kiss into Laith's mouth which just felt right at this time even though Tack does not kiss. His tongue brutalizing his boy's mouth, he positioned Laith on his back, his legs up and to the sides, pinned under Tack's arms. In this position, Laith felt totally vulnerable and feminine opening himself up for Tack to take. As Tack plunged into him and Laith gasped, he finally started to feel repaired after today's disturbing events. Tack's need, having been postponed all day, was now so strong as he began to move his body fluidly but savagely, taking and marking Laith as his property. He pummeled Laith's supple hole as he caused his boy to moan and beg for him. "Master, i feel so safe. You make me feel safe." he admitted as Laith clouted him for minutes. The more raw Laith felt, the more he wanted to endure for his Alpha. He wanted to show Tack that he would do anything for him, he wanted to show him how he felt about him. As Tack climaxed depositing his cum inside Laith's hungry cunt, he collapsed onto his boy and as he breathed heavily compressing Laith under him, his wounds still stinging, Laith whispered, "I love you Tack". "I Know", replied Tack lovingly. "I know you do".
As the two continued to spoon quietly in the dark, while Laith's dick continued to stretch his boxers and drip uncomfortably, he suggested, "Tack, i was thinking about something lately. It's almost summer and school is out soon. I'm going to Duke in August and I'm going to Marblehead for the summer. How do you feel about coming with me?" Quickly reacting to the idea negatively, Tack replied, "I have to work this summer rich boy. I can't". Laith continued, "But I'll be working at a marina there all summer, the same place I've worked for the last four summers. They are always looking for people and never have enough. I know you could work there." Tack could hear Laith's excitement, and so he said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Sleep now." Laith sighed "Ok" as he felt the power of Tack's hold on him and drifted into sleep.