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Perceptions - Chapter 30
I get through two days of orientation and settling in before the weekend is here and the school goes into party mode for the next two days. It's Friday afternoon, the weather is still great, everyone is outside on campus, playing games, hanging out, get acquainted or re-acquainted as the case may be. Watching a frisbee match on the lawn, I pull my shirt off and take in the sun, deciding to maybe show off the physique in the meantime. As I'm watching the game, one guy stands out. A mid-sized blond is in the mix, playing aggressively, having fun, laughing, horsing around more than everyone else; his teammates are being extraordinarily physical with him, tackling him and taunting him, pushing him around needlessly, and he is loving it and laughing all the while. He seems to glow in taking it from the boys. I smile as it registers, `the beta'. The most noticeable thing about the guy is not his personality, though that is awfully attractive, but his simple physical beauty. Yeah, he is obviously a boy, but he has that kind of prettiness that makes everyone notice him and stare for a few seconds, then look back and stare again. And though those guys are often so cool and standoffish, this guy is the exact opposite of that, engaging everyone he comes in contact with.
He must see me staring, because eventually he comes by to say hello, "Hey, I'm Jason. Enjoying the sites?" He asks. I choke a little, coughing to cover it, before looking up into his pretty eyes, "Yeah, what's not to enjoy?" I say cheekily. "Greg here. Nice to meet you." As I go to shake hands, he not only shakes, but he unexpectedly pulls me up, and I realize he is really strong too. I didn't see that at first. Now on my feet, we talk for about ten minutes. Both of us Freshmen, both in the dorm right there in front of us, him from Vermont, me from Boston. He makes it so easy to talk to him. I figure he had to notice me noticing him, but that doesn't even seem to matter now as we strike up an interest in each other and get to know one another. For the first week Jason and I are inseparable, spending all of our time together. Our second weekend in, we end up at a party, both of us getting too drunk, and I notice how handsy Jason is getting on the way back to our dorm. Come to my room he demands, and I say "Man, I really should go to bed", but he insists. We end up in his room and he ups his assault, feeling good about everything in his current heightened state. Touching me and horsing around, he ends up next to me, his hand taking inventory, laughing and both of us enjoying the flirting until his hand grazes my crotch and his hand impacts my cage. "What have you got down there?" He laughs. "Nothing, it's not anything man" I say trying to deflect. "No, really Greg, are you wearing a cup?" I explain to him that I'm not wearing a cup, but that it's a chastity cage. Jason is filled with questions, and eventually I end up showing him the cage and then my tattoos. We ended up talking for hours. I explained that even though I thought he was extremely hot, that I knew he was submissive from the first time I saw him on the playing field. He teased me saying "No man, I'm an insatiable Dom Top" before laughing at himself. Then more quietly, he admitted, "I saw you and thought you were really hot too. I was kinda hoping you might be more .... well dom." I felt bad for a second that I couldn't be what he wanted me to be, but I laughed and said, "I have enough dominant personalities around me to last a lifetime" I commented. Then more and more questions and conversation for hours. Me telling my story, him telling his. By the time we were done, we both knew everything about each other. He knew all I'd done over the past year, hell he'd even seen the pictures, including the video of me pledging myself to my Alpha Master Tack and the video of Tack destroying Master Greg.
All seemed fine when I left there Sunday morning around 8:00 AM, going back to my dorm I slept all day as my roommate spent his day out. Sunday night I didn't hear from Jason, then all week there was radio silence. Getting used to everything was really hectic, so it kept my mind off of the cold shoulder I was getting from the person I thought was my new best friend, but I computed that the deep stories you tell in the middle of the night when you're drunk, play differently in the harsh light of day when you are sober; and I chalked it up to a lesson learned. I decided to be polite and considerate to Jason when I ran into him, but knew I had misjudged our closeness. Then, on Thursday night, I get a text from him, "Where have you been all week? Get over to my room! Now!" Laughing and completely reversing my judgement call, I gleefully jogged down to his floor and walked in his room. Jason was lucky enough to score a single, so I didn't have to worry about knocking for his roomie. "Hey" I beamed as I walked in. I expected him to be as jovial as his text, but Jason looked nervous, which wasn't normal for him. Waiting for him to speak up I watched him. "Greg, so I wanted to talk." Here it comes', I thought to myself. Jason continued, "I don't have any of the experience you do, and I've been thinking about you...and your guys all week. I can't get it out of my head, ya know?" I wasn't sure what he was getting at yet, so I acknowledged, "Yeah, I understand. Is there something else you want to know?" He stammered for a few seconds and said, "You still see them, right?" The pieces started to come together. "Yeah, I do" I said smiling. "Well, do you think maybe I can meet Tack some time?" He said, showing relief that he got it out. I was beaming now, not wanting to let this opportunity go. I laughed and smiled uncontrollably as he blushed and looked away. I pointed my finger in Jason's face and chuckled as I made up a little sing-song, "You wanna be Tack's bitch, you wanna be his kinky slave. Jason is in love with Tack" I teased mercilessly. Laughing now himself, he launched himself off of the bed and onto me, grabbing me in a headlock and demanding I take it back. Still laughing uncontrollably I couldn't or didn't want to rough him up and was happy to allow him his dominance in fighting for what he wanted, to meet his future Alpha Tack. Eventually he took it back and he let me go and we collapsed and laughed for a bit. "Ok, strip" I said, looking seriously at Jason. "I thought you were just a sub?" He replied. "Pictures faggot" I replied. You don't think he isn't gonna demand your pictures?" I said casually. He looked a little nervous at first, but gave me a dozen perfect pictures of his irresistible body and angelic face. "No time like the present" I commented as I sent the photos off and made the request. Be at my house on Saturday morning, 9:00 faggot and bring the sissy with you', was his response.