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Perceptions - Chapter 28
The digital clock on the table read 1:21. I had bared as much pain as I thought possible without making noise, but I felt like my arms would need to be amputated if I went much longer with them bound above my head. They were cold, throbbing and numb; and while I don't usually put myself first, I couldn't imagine being of great use to my Masters without working arms.
"Master" I whispered. "Master Tack" I moaned. After a few minutes of moaning quietly, a small table lamp flicked on, bathing the large room in a weak yellow light. Tack was on his feet looking determined and ready, rather than bleary and confused. I was always perplexed by how strong Tack's will and performance was. "How do the arms feel faggot?" He asked. I simply moaned and whimpered to indicate my pain. Cutting me loose, my arms fell to my sides with almost no self-control as the muscles seemed to be working at 15% of normal now. Being so grateful, I followed my instincts and fell to the ground and began to kiss the tops of Master Tack's powerful feet as he stood there. He allowed that for maybe half a minute before he dragged me by my hair up to his groin and ran my face back and forth over his dirty jock again. The scent was powerful, and it weakened me as it washed through my senses. As I became more and more submissive breathing him in, he put his thumb into the waist band of his dirty jock, pulling it under his balls, and let his semi-hard cock flop out. Inserting the head into my mouth he stood there motionless, and I was happy that I had the experience to understand what was happening. I remained motionless, waiting, until his cock started to push out a heavy stream of his hot piss into my mouth and then down my throat into my stomach. I focused hard on just taking the flow, breathing through my nose, and swallowing. The worst thing you can do here is to choke, because then piss flies everywhere and your alpha usually is not happy. I knew I did a good job as Master Tack commented, "Good piss bucket boy."
His motion became much more active as he began to pump my skull up and down on his cock getting it rigid and slick with my spit. His arms were consistent levers driving my head up and down on his pistoning torpedo as it got harder, and I could start to taste the pre he was manufacturing. I allowed my hands to feel the sides of his thighs, appreciating the striated muscles as I ran my hands over them, now both mentally and physically worshipping this total alpha stud. His pace increased a bit, but it was clear he was not intending his load for my throat when he pulled out and pushed me face down into the dirty carpet on the floor, my face mashed into the fibers as his smaller body covered and dominated my more muscled frame. He lined up his stud cock with my pussy so naturally before driving into me as a yelp escaped my lips. Sliding his arm to the side of my head and his hand over my mouth I was able to taste the salt of his skin as I licked his palm and he gagged my mouth. His fuck went from ambitious to punishing as he ramped his energy up and seemed intent on piledriving me through the floor. I realized how good it felt to be Master Tack's bitch boy, and straining through his hand covering my mouth I began to whisper. Tack finally dropped his hand to hear what I was saying. "Master Tack Sir, I love serving you Master and I love being your property Sir. Thank you for letting me be your faggot Sir." Growling into my ear as his body acted like a wave over me, fucking the life from me he replied, "You like this don't you faggot? You like being my bitch, don't ya?" "YES SIR, YES, I love being your bitch", I cried back quietly as his pounding persisted, and I could feel his sweat dropping on my back, neck and shoulders from behind. "You are amazing Sir. Thank you Sir." I added. "Yeah? How amazing am I bitch?" He inquired. "Nobody better" is all I could say as I felt him flip me onto my back and throw my legs over his shoulders. Now he was fucking me like a girl, staring down at me as my body was completely dominated by his own. Smirking he said, "Whose bitch are you?" And I babbled almost incoherently "I am your bitch Sir." He continued, "Who is your best Master?", and I paused despite my euphoria. He slammed harder, owning my hole deeper and repeated, "Who is you best Master, slut?" and it all poured out of me like a wave. "You are my strongest Master Sir, you are the most powerful and driven Sir. You own me Sir. I am yours Sir." "YEAH! YEAH!" he cheered, "Fuk yeah bitch, I am your top Alpha you pathetic whore." Absorbing the beating he was delivering to my hole I continued to praise his superiority above all others, and in the moment it felt completely honest and right. "You like when I own you, faggot! Don't you?", he declared. "I love when you own my body and mind Master, it is what I live for." I moaned as he slammed his last few thrusts into me, followed by a flood of his perfect seed as it washed through my guts. His sweat continuing to drip down in my face from above. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he pulled off of me there on the floor and tossed himself back on the couch. "Massage my back while I fall asleep bitch" he directed. Crawling to his side I put my hands on his hot pale skin and began to kneed the tight hard muscles of his shoulders, neck and back.
"From now on, you are to call me `Alpha Master', not Master. Do you understand?" he explained. A flood of worries washed through me as he gave me the order, but I realized that this fight was not mine to navigate, my role was to be a good slave. My reply was faster this time. "Yes Alpha Master Tack" I said as I massaged him and he drifted to sleep.
Over the next week and a half at Tack's house I cleaned and fixed up his room in the basement under his supervision until it was just as he liked it. I spent time learning his preferences, what he liked to eat, games he played and what his interests were. I learned that he was more than just an independent latch key kid, but that he had basically raised himself. His parents provided a home, but they were not involved or nurturing or like a typical family. Part of the reason he was involved in my takedown and wanted to be on the wrestling team so badly is because that was his way out, to college and something better. All of this made it easier for me to serve and make him happy, which I was getting better and better at. He explained that once I went to school, he expected me to be here, at his house at least one night a week to take care of him and his room.
The big difference between Alpha Master Tack and Master Greg was that Tack never got attached or interested in me beyond the ways in which it benefitted him. He was much more like Laith in that respect. Neither of them felt that kind of emotion towards me, which is why I think I was so submissive and responsive to them.
Before I left Tack's to head back to my parent's house, just a few days before I was moving into the city for college, I asked my Alpha Master if he was going to say anything to my other Masters about his new status as my Alpha Master. His reply was very direct and matter-of-fact. "Yeah, I'm gonna say something about it! Fuk bitch, i own what's mine. That's the difference with me" he decreed. Hearing him speak, I realized he had a lot more life experience than any other kids his age. He was 15 and already behaved like a real man. It was a part of him and his experiences that got him here and made him very different. "Gives me an idea" he said. Fishing for his phone, he pulled it out and said, "sit on the floor there fag." Pointing the phone at me and hitting record, he asked, "Slave, how was your time here with your new Master?" Looking into the camera, I answered "I had an amazing time here with my newest Master Tack. He is amazing and I am lucky to get to know and serve him." "Why is he amazing?" he asked in third person, as if he was an objective interviewer. Looking at the camera I replied, "Because he is so driven and courageous and strong. Tack can do anything and is not afraid of anything." Smirking from behind the camera, he asked "And what do you call your new Master?" Looking down for a second to gather my courage I looked into the lens and said, "I call him Alpha Master Tack". He followed with "And why is that?" Looking past the camera at my Alpha Master, I spoke to him rather than the camera this time. "Because you own me completely, down to my core. You dominate me better than anyone ever could." I admitted, and then I crawled over to him and started worshipping his feet while he captured it on his phone, before shutting it off and dropping the phone on the couch, and then he proceeded to rape me on the floor once again before sending me home.