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Perceptions - Chapter 47
The next day i awoke in the cage sleeping next to Greg. My dick was rigid hard in it's chastity cage as my body touched his, and i felt so comfortable being near his familiar scent. I reminded myself constantly that he wasn't the same man now. He always seemed to be in a catatonic trance since Jason destroyed him on Tack's behalf. That seemed to have pushed him over the edge. He was a true slave now, but i still yearned to comfort him and show him my affection, even if friendship was all there would be between us.
I could hear Tack and Jason in a long discussion from my position in the corner behind the couch. I knew it had to do with Laith stopping over, and details of how much and when, but i couldn't figure out when or how much of what. I don't think Greg was alert enough at this point to hear anything as Jason had him up all night wrecking his holes. After being let out of the cage, Tack pulled me aside and said, "I need your help filming today. Remember how you filmed Laith and i fucking Jason that first day, i need something like that" he explained. "Are there other details i need to know" i inquired. "Yeah" he continued. "Laith really wants me to fuck him and if i get it on tape, i can enjoy it afterwards, ya know?", he explained. I listened, reluctantly believing his simple story, and suggested, "I am happy to help you, so if there is something you want my help with you can count on me. I know i could never replace Jason, but i want to be your trustworthy servant, Master."
With a positive tone, he confided, "OK, so there may be a little ecstasy involved, just enough to get him horny and take down the defenses, but nothing to anesthetize him. He wants it, i know it, but he has to be in the right mood. Laith is wicked strong, and if he were to fight it, i'm not assured of winning", he admitted. "Well, not unless i help you Sir", i said with a smirk. "Faggot, absolutely not" he spat. I may destroy Laith, but I'm not gonna win by cheating. I just want to get down to the real boy under the man. "Can i ask a question", i inquired. "Go", said Tack. "Why do you have Laith's track pants?" i questioned. He laughed hard, you'll find out fag, just wait.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the side door. I answered and found Master Laith looking amazing in a pair of wool hunting pants, black boots, a thermal shirt and a puffer jacket, and of course he was wearing a pair of oh so slick designer sunglasses that made him look even more like a movie star than he normally did. "Fag" he greeted me. "Master Laith" I replied, kneeling to kiss the tops of his leather boots. Would you like to sit down, Master Tack is not ready yet. "Sure queer. Get me some water" he stated as he sat down on the couch. He whistled for his dog, and Greg came crawling over, leaning down to his feet, beginning to worship him. I opened a bottle of water, dropping an ecstasy tab into it, rotating the bottle a bit, then walked to the couch and handed it to Master Laith. He drank the water quickly and told me to get him another, which i did. Greg kept Master Laith occupied as Laith fucked Greg's head like a cantaloupe for a while before cumming down his throat. Greg settled in, worshipping his Master's feet.
When the 30 minute mark hit, i observed the heightened sensations Laith was feeling, so i offered to take his coat, which he happily handed over. Asking next to take his shirt, he laughed while he smiled and told me i just wanted to see his body. I copped to the plea and told him he was correct, and he handed me the shirt, and began feeling up his own incredibly hard body by rubbing his palms over his pecs and abs. As he started to look like a horny slut pawing himself, Tack and Jason came out from the bathroom. Tack was wearing nothing but a pair of Laith's track pants, and Jason was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Both were barefoot. Tack sat down next to Laith, all smiles, putting his arm around Laith's shoulder, leaning his hard muscled torso into Laith's. Tack slid his hand over Laith's crotch lightly as if it was an accident. When Laith shuddered, Tack asked him, "Man are you hot for me or something?" Laith pulled back a bit, "No man, no way. You touched me." Tack observed, "Yeah but i just bumped you by mistake and you look like you wanna suck my cock and your own dick looks like it's ready to explode." Laith looked embarrassed and confused, seeing his cock was tenting his pants.
Greg was starting to put the pieces together about his master's incapacity. Jason realized the threat and moved fast to drag Greg away by his leash. Trying to fight for his master as he was being pulled to the back corner, Greg yanked hard on the leash, but Jason slammed a heel into Greg's side making Greg yelp out loud and continued dragging him back to the cage. Getting one of Master Tack's dirty jockstraps, he shoved it in Greg's mouth and taped over his lips locking it in. Next he laid Greg face down and naked on the floor and laid his body over Greg's, his cock chubbing, he rode up and down Greg's crack as he held Greg quietly in place and continued to grind him into the ground.
"Hey", Laith said addressing Tack in an accusing tone, "aren't those my trainers? I know I'm missing a few pairs. How did you get those", he demanded through his feel good, sexually charged haze. "I didn't take them man, they were a gift", he corrected. "Who? What kinda gift?" he asked with less of a smile. "Well, the who is Melanie, and the what is that they are a thank you gift." Tack just let that one hang in the air. Finally Tack asked Laith, "You man enough to ask what for dude?" "I already know", Laith admitted sadly. I've gotta go he said, trying to get his shirt to get out of there. Tack pulled him back into the cushion and ran his hand across his cock again and let his wrist cross Laith's pecs, jumping over his nipples. Laith's body tensed and jumped and Tack pulled Laith's back into his chest and wrapped his arms around him, and began to play with his hard nipples. Laith moaned deeply and Tack motioned for me to start filming, as I was too caught up in the scene unfolding to think clearly. I stepped further away and zoomed in so i wouldn't be noticed, choosing to shoot from the side rather than straight on. Laith's head fell back onto Tack's shoulder as Tack continued to manipulate Laith's scorching hot body, making him writhe and groan.
"You know why Melanie came around sniffing for me, don't ya?" Laith started to look even sadder and just shook his head no. "Well you knew about it, right man? And you just let her come on over, right? You did that right, you let your little girlfriend come on over and get the taste of a real man, didn't ya?" Near Greg's cage, Jason ground his hard shaft along Greg's crack twice as hard as before and whispered into Greg's ear, "See your big bad Master becoming my Master's bitch, don't ya? Your pretty boy master will be swinging on Tack's cock in no time" he warned. Greg squealed in desperation, and Jason put his hands in the collar around Greg's neck, choking him to prevent him from making too much noise. "Tell me Laith, you did that, right? You let her come over here to service my cock and swallow my cum. You did that, right Laith? You let her come over so that i can fuck her hard the way she likes it, because she's not getting that from you, right?" Laith shook his head no, too upset to speak but too immobilized and erotically manipulated to break free. He felt trapped, and as every second passed he got broken down a little more, mind fucked a bit more, his body tweaked and turned on a bit more. He decided to summon one burst of energy to stand himself up and bolt for the door. Fuck the shirt, the coat or anything else, he wanted to get out of there. Leaning forward and powering up with his legs, he lifted himself off the couch and almost into a standing position, except that Tack still had his arms around Laith playing with his pecs, and when Laith got up, Tack just stayed on for the ride. As they lifted off of the cushion, Tack wrapped his legs around Laith's waist and began to squeeze. Laith stumbled and they both went down on the floor, while Tack continued to squeeze Laith and tweak his chest. Laith was getting exasperated and it was nearly impossible for him to fight through the erotic onslaught he was taking. Tack kept squeezing hard with his legs, while Laith tried to pull Tack's legs off of him, but there was no way he could. He tried rolling, but couldn't get free. His body was too horny to function normally. Feeling as if he had far more control now, Tack moved to put Laith on his back and straddle his chest. As Tack continued to tease Laith's body, he took one of Laith's hands and put it on the ripped muscle of his chest and moved it back and forth. "Man, that's what Melanie came for, ya know? Ya see that, huh? You see what Melanie came for right?" Laith wouldn't answer, but somehow his other hand started to slide along the ruts of Tack's abs as his other hand slid back and forth on his chest. As Laith moaned, Tack took the two finger from his right hand and slid them into Laith's mouth and pressed them back. He waited until he could feel Laith begin to suck his fingers, before withdrawing them, to make Laith feel empty and want more. Now smiling down big time at Laith, both of Laith's hands on Tack's torso, Tack threw a double bicep pose and said, "Yeah, this is what Melanie came for bitch! You know that right? You know it, don't ya?" Laith still refused to break, not speaking or giving any indication of his agreement with what Tack was saying.
"You are a tough bitch to break man, you know that" Tack said with a little admiration. Moving his lips down to Laith's ear, Tack resumed his verbal attack. "Melanie was so good when i slayed her body. She couldn't stop screaming man. She was so hot. Said nobody ever fucked her like me, nobody ever handled her like me, ya know? She didn't say it in these exact words, but she basically let me know you're a pussy man. Isn't that right? You're a pussy, aren't ya?" While Tack was whispering into Laith's ear he had also placed his left pit over Laith's face, smothering him in his sweaty smelly masculine musk. Even though he stopped verbally taunting Laith, Tack used his tongue to tease his ear and breathe deeply into it. As Tack relaxed into Laith's body, his pit now really pressed on the face of his prey, and he just waited, and when Laith's tongue started to tease the hairs of his pit, Tack did a silent cheer for his ability to dominate. He needed to ride this thoroughbred until he was raw Tack decided, so he settled in as Laith became more and more defeated and more and more willing. Sliding his arm back and forth over Laith's mouth, he let him taste from his bicep back to his pit, over and over, letting his weaker friend worship him.
Sliding up to position his chest over Laith's face he wrapped his arms around the back of Laith's head and smothered him in his hard pecs, waiting for this boy to break. Eventually Laith tapped Tack's shoulder, but Tack was unhappy with the pace of things. He felt he needed to convey the seriousness of the event to Laith, so he redoubled his efforts, squeezing his head, suffocating him, punishing him, and teaching him. It wasn't long before Laith was tapping frantically and begging into Tack's chest muscles. When he finally did release Laith's head, lifting his chest up he reminded Laith, "You didn't answer my question, why did Melanie come over here and why did you let her? C'mon stud, tell me why? I know you know, just tell me. C'mon." Leaning back down he reapplied the same hold and squeezed as tightly as he could. Laith tried to hold out, but he was no match for Tack in this position. Eventually tapping again, Tack lifted and said, "Well?" Laith gulped and gasped and tried to find words. "Melanie is curious, she needs to try things, experience things. She needed to try you", he admitted with defeat. "And what was her opinion?" "She liked it", Laith admitted. "No shit", Tack laughed, "she was back here half a dozen times. Why was she back so many times?" Laith was shy again. Tack suggested, "we can try the pec smother again if you like." "Ok, ok Laith conceded. She said you were raw, powerful, you did shit or at least you did it in a way nobody ever did before, and that you made her feel like she's never felt with anyone else before........ Are you happy?", Laith confessed. "I was happy when she was here and i was using her body man, my question is what did you think as she kept coming back to me, over and over and over and over and over again. How did that make you feel? What kind of man did you think you were then?" Laith began to thrash and jerk around under Tack trying to break free. Tack swung a forearm to the side of Laith's head to stun him a bit, then pushed that forearm against his throat, pressing it into the floor, choking his fellow master. Laith's eyes bulged as Tack looked down on him exerting power and control. "You gonna be a good boy now?" Tack asked. Laith didn't answer immediately, but after another 20 seconds he agreed. Again, wanting to impress upon Laith his seriousness with the situation, he continued to ride laith until he was frantic and desperate. When he finally let off, Tack wasted no time in sitting up, sliding down his trainers and positioning his groin in Laith's face while Laith still choked and sputtered for air.
Before he knew it, Tack's cock was penetrating Laith's lips and he was tasting his first. As Tack pushed in, Laith coughed; but Tack remained undeterred as he urgently pistoned to find Laith's throat and bury his cock further into his wet canal. Laith looked frantic as he got his wits about him, trying to throw Tack off, but Tack looked down at him, made a fist, pulled back his right arm and threatened, "How do you want to do this boy?" Laith allowed Tack to continue to use his mouth without a fight as he felt his strength fade a little. Laith was not one to submit. He could feel his submission to Tack rise and it made him sick. Laith struggled on Tack's cock as it pummeled him mouth, but no matter, Tack was content to use Laith's mouth and have him swallow his cum, no matter how bad his friend was at giving head. As Laith continued to choke, Tack pumped Laith's head until he erupted a mouthful of his potent cum down Laith's throat.
Sliding back, Tack laid on top of Laith, chest to chest and cheek to cheek and rested for a while, making sure to continue to work his friends sensitive body. As i filmed, i wondered what Laith was thinking and why he remained there under Tack while he rested. My question was answered soon enough as Laith tried to get up, get out from under Tack. As Tack resisted, Laith pushed him and managed to get him off of him and get to his feet. Reaching for his shirt, Tack grabbed Laith and twisted his arm behind his back, locking his arm high up, then he pressed him face down on the couch. "AAAuuughhhhh" Laith yelled. "No Tack! Stop!", but Tack tightened his hold incapacitating Laith. I immediately started filming again. Reaching for Laith's belt, Tack unleashed his pants and boxers, pushing them down to his knees as Laith was positioned with his chest on the couch seat and his knees on the carpet in front of the couch. Moving forward, sawing his cock up and down between Laith's flawless muscled ass cheeks, Tack asked again, "What did you think as she kept coming back? How did that make you feel? What kind of man did you think you were then?" Tack refused to answer again.
Laughing, Tack acknowledged, "You are one fucking tough mother fucker. You won't break." Tack sighed, letting Laith's arm free from his back. "But, I have one request before you go", Tack explained. "Yeah, what?", Laith asked not believing he'd get out without a fight. "I want five minutes with you to do anything but fuck you.", Laith explained. "I think it beats us fighting each other', Tack observed. Laith hated the idea, but he didn't like his odds of fighting Tack today either, as his body felt so strange. He started wondering about that. Laith thought another minute. "Ok, i think it's my best choice for you to finally understand that you cannot break me". "OK, sit down", Tack said. Laith slid up to sit on the couch with his pants around his ankles. As he reached for his pants, Tack said, "just leave those where they are."
Changing strategies completely, Tack straddled Laith's lap, leaned down and pressed his mouth over Laith's kissing the golden boy and making him taste him. Laith's senses were suddenly under attack and his head spun and Tack's powerful tongue and lips took his breath away. Simultaneously, he reached down and began to tweak and tease Laith's nipples. Tack watched Laith's cock and saw it starting to grow. Letting his hands roam over Laith's body, Tack brought his mouth down to Laith's chest and chewed on his muscles roughly, showing Laith his Alpha side, but gently. Sliding his hands up and across Laith's torso, he continued to see his cock react, spurting pre for Tack. Then moving back to his mouth, Laith gasped as his cock jerked and it looked as if Tack was inhaling the life out of Laith as he collapsed under Tack's softer erotic attack. "Girl, you just need someone to be nice to you, don't ya?" Tack whispered. You don't mind being my girl, right, you just want me to treat ya nice, don't ya?" he said. Laith's cock was rock hard. Tack, leaned back and away from Laith, so Laith leaned forward trying to reconnect with Tack's hot body as he withdrew it from him. Sliding his hand behind Laith's neck, Tack pulled him into his chest and fed him his hard muscle while he continued to whisper filthy nothings into his Laith's ear. Tack had whipped Laith into a frenzy, and whispered into his ear while he worked overtime to hit Laith's hotspots. I wanna fuck you now, and i know you want it too girl. I know you want me to. I'm not gonna hurt you, i promise. You can trust me? I'll go slow." He said as he caressed Laith's body all over. Laith hesitated as his head rolled from sensory overload, and that's when Tack knew he was in. "You're gonna sit on my cock, girl so you can control the motion", Tack reassured. Tack started by sitting Laith on his lap and sawing at his crack, letting the tip hit and get stuck in the hole until it finally caught and Tack's cock shot some pre that wet Laith's hole. Next the head was in and Laith was lowering himself carefully feeling all of the crazy new sensations in his body, firing like explosives. Tack started to thrust up in his impatience, and as Laith tried to pull up, Tack grabbed his hips and kept him moving down. As Laith moaned, Tack continued to drive in further and the more Laith tried to pull out the further Tack dragged him down until Tack was finally in. Bouncing lightly, Laith began to get used to the feeling in his ass, when suddenly he gasped, "AAAAAWWwwwwwww, OOOOhhhhhhhh, AAAhhhhhh. Oh my god" he cried. "And we've hit your nerve i see" Tack said cheekily. "You want me to stop now? Pull Out?" he asked Laith sarcastically. "Oh god no, please", he begged. Tack looked to make sure i was filming and i gave him the thumbs up.
Tack sawed at Laith's prostate a few more times to keep him engaged and warmed up before sliding him forward and positioning him on his hands and knees on the carpet. He continued to saw slowly keeping Laith in heat. Looking towards me, he indicated it was soon going to be time for a close up. Looking over his shoulder, he signaled the same to Jason, so he was ready to setup Laith's slave for the double fuck event. As Tack sawed gently, he leaned forward and whispered in Laith's ear, "What did you think when Melanie kept coming back?" and then Tack stopped slowly arousing Laith. "Please don't stop" Laith begged, his body on fire from the ecstasy and Tacks' technique on his prostate. "Answer me." Task ordered. "I was afraid I couldn't compete, that you were better" Laith admitted weakly, and Tack sawed against Laith's nerve a few more times before stopping and asking, "and were you able to compete?" Tack questioned as he continued to punish his new foe. You could see Laith's veneer of strength crack a little more as Tack worked his body on Laith, sawing his insides, breaking his defenses. Laith gasped "No". "How did that make you feel?" "Oh. god please" Laith begged. "Answer boy" Tack replied. "Weak." Tack sawed a few more times as Laith's skin looked like it might catch on fire from the heat. "What kind of man did you think you were then?", Tack asked. "Weak Sir, weak. Inferior Sir. Like a faggot Sir" "YES, FUCK YEAH" Tack screamed so loud the neighborhood could hear it. Then snapping his fingers, he gave us our cue. Jason dragged Greg in and set up right next to Laith and Tack so their were two sets of DOMs & subs in parallel, while I moved in for head-on close ups and profiles for the video. Tack pulled his hips back and drove in deep as Laith screamed, and i caught it all on video, while Jason did a unique position where he put one foot on the back of Greg's head forcing his face down into the dirty carpet while his other foot was perpendicular between Greg's legs as Greg was on his hands and knees. Then, Jason dropped his cock straight down into Greg's hole pounding it while he crushed his face down into the ground. Both bitches, Master Laith and his slave Greg, were getting raped hard By the Alpha Master Tack and his slave Jason as my camera caught it all. "What does this make you?" Tack barked at Laith. "Weak Sir", Laith admitted sadly. "And who do you answer to now bitch, who?" "You Sir, You" he yelled in response. "Tell me you're my bitch from now on", Tack ordered. As Laith was breaking he sobbed and admitted to Laith that he was his bitch. Though Laith was having trouble catching his breath and bearing up under the pain, he was answering all of Tack's questions properly as Tack totally smoked Laith's pussy and hot body. "You never were good enough" Tack announced, as Laith was being humiliated for Tack's pleasure in front of the camera for potentially any person to see that Tack might share it with. Tack threw one more double bicep pose for the camera as he hollowed out and created another fag to use, while his boy Jason destroyed Laith's pitiful slave Greg right next to him.