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Perceptions - Chapter 57
My home situation with the parents was still very stressful and uncomfortable, and i thought it was better for me, them and the rest of the family if I wasn't around for the summer. Telling my parents that i'd be on Long Island for the next few months, i thought i sensed relief from them. Honestly, though, I understand their upset and confusion about the entire situation and I wasn't surprised that they were still disturbed about what they'd seen. I needed to drop some things off at home and collect some other things for the summer before I headed down on the train, a few days behind Bax. Let me just say it felt bizarre being home for a couple of days.
Bax and I checked out summer job opportunities while we were still on campus, and i found a busboy and bar back position at an upscale cafe in Southampton. It didn't pay a lot, but past employee reviews said tips were insane during the summer season. I also found a room to rent at a decrepit house near the small airport in Mastic. The room was listed as a share on a gay bulletin board site, so I at least hoped that the people I'd be living with would be fun or cool to spend time with. Bax was going to be living with his parents and working in Northport for the summer at an engineering firm that his father had worked at for, what Bax described as, 100 years. Bax was not intending to get a degree in engineering, which was a source of constant tension between him and his parents, but he agreed to work in that field for this summer to give it a chance. We would not be living that far apart for the summer, but definitely not in the same town or under the same roof, except for the nights Bax could come down and stay with me when i wasn't working late.
I needed to stay with Bax at his parent's house for two nights until my rental room became available at the beginning of the week. Arriving with a positive outlook, i met the Baxter's and was immediately struck with how insulated they seemed to be from the very moment i greeted them. There was a chill about them that anyone could feel. Getting settled in, i felt as if they were watching my every move with distrust. In only a few hours there, i heard at least a dozen comments his parents made to each other or to Bax that had to do with money. It was easy to see how Bax's overly cool, critical and cynical attitude was a result of a hostile environment. Thinking back to the beginning of Freshman year, i suddenly felt bad that Jason and i had blown Bax off, thinking that he was an arrogant jerk.
Though I'd been there for less than two days, I couldn't wait to get out. The conversations i had with the Baxters during my short stay typically consisted of responding to what could best be described as accusations. As Bax drove me over to Mastic on Monday afternoon, I offered to pay him for gas, given that I thought his parents would be critical if they didn't get some cash from me for the unleaded and wear-and-tear on the sedan, and even if they had i didn't figure anyone was safe from their scorn. Bax refused, nodding knowingly, and commented with a heavy sigh, "Fuk I hate coming home." When we got to the house, despite it's sad beaten appearance, it still held promise as place to escape for both Bax and I this summer. Dragging my belongings into the tiny bungalow, with Bax's help, I met my roommates who were also moving in for the summer. First there was Allie who sometimes went by Alex. Allie had been experimenting with cross dressing for a while now and still liked switching looks as she continued to experiment with his/her sexuality. I didn't much care about Allie's choices, but she had great energy and seemed to be a lot of fun, so I was psyched she was there. Allie explained she was a college student from Queens working at an art gallery in Southampton for the summer. Oliver was already in his tiny room when Bax and I found him, sitting at a computer with a joystick in his hands and a pretty extreme headset on. Alex, had let us know that she'd already met Ollie, and he was not outgoing. Seeing the both of us standing there, Ollie looked startled and needed about 30 seconds before he could arrest his progress on the computer before talking to us, however he was polite enough to gesture that he needed a minute.
When we extended a hand, Oliver offered a limp damp grasp to which Bax chuckled, "Nice to meet you". Ollie seemed a little stuck on stare with Bax, like he'd just seen a dungeon or dragon or something that he really liked looking at. He took ample time to inform us about the internet and wifi details for the house before we retreated to unpack and get arranged. "Do you think that we can go to the beach" I asked Bax. "If you ask me properly" he suggested. Getting on my knees, i looked up and with flair I asked, "Master, can we go to the beach so i can see your hair blow in the wind and your skin brown in the sun and sand squish between your toes and feel safe within your reach." "Let's not overdo it fag?" he said. "Get changed and we'll chill there for the afternoon." As i excitedly rummaged through some bags for swim trunks, Allie swung in from around the corner and laughed, "You might be hot Brian Baxter, but he's the only one who's gonna be addressing you like that." she said pointing at me. "Don't expect much from me" she informed him as she walked away, before suddenly turning back and reprimanding, "And `fag' is such a vulgar word, I'm sure you can do better with your vocabulary." Bax laughed and threw her the middle finger before she looked back and said, "I need five minutes to be ready. Don't even think about leaving me here."
The summer felt productive and out of the ordinary, but not relaxing. Within a few weeks, my head had gone somewhere very unique. I could describe it as almost dark. The cafe was busy and much of the other summer help was fickle so I worked practically non-stop. The tips were amazing, but there was no downtime, chill time, gym time, beach time and even very little sleep time some days. Because i was always on the move and couldn't get to the gym at all, my body started to lose muscle and i started to look thin and less physically powerful. The more I looked at myself, the weaker I felt, and the weaker i felt the more i had the need to fulfill that mentality by submitting and showing my weakness, especially to Bax. I begged him to use me whenever i had an opportunity, which was not often. I craved his humiliation more than sex. I gave him every dollar i earned that i did not need as i wanted to feel his ownership and my objectification. I didn't live in a `Brady Bunch' type household by any means, but even my roommates questioned my sanity.
Arriving home one night particularly late, sometime between 3 and 4 AM, i walked into my room to find Bax there in dim light with nothing but a tight black jock on his exceptionally formed frame. I fell to my knees as soon as i saw him, thanking him for coming, as i had begged him earlier in the day to please come over. He refused, telling me he had `more interesting things to do', and even when i told him i would give him all of my tips from the last three days of work, he just laughed and denied me. I found we played this way often now, as he got off on my desperation and i got off on his cruelty. As i groveled at his feet he held out his hand and i scavenged the room for his money and pressed it into his hand saying, "Thank you Master, thank you Sir". The dim light made the tight skin on his sweaty hard-muscled body glow and reflect all of the sharp angles and flat stony slabs a jock like Bax had built.
As I groveled at his feet, he pulled what clothes of mine he could remove off of me, before ordering me to strip my remaining garments. As i resumed my prone position at his feet and worshipped him, he admired, "You get weaker and weaker by the day. Soon you'll be nothing." I begged him, "I am nothing next to you. My only value comes from serving you Master." As I whimpered for him, i did not hear the whoosh of his wide leather belt that must have been nearby as it came down hard across my ass, and i screamed from surprise and pain equally. "Again!" my Master exclaimed as he whipped me again and i stifled my squeal. "Again" he growled over and over until he had delivered eight lashings to my bare behind and dominated my body completely. I was now sobbing as i kissed his feet, feeling released now and healed. His attention and punishment had cleansed me and I belonged to him. This made me whole again, not as an individual, as i would never be self-governing again, but it made me the property of someone far greater than myself, and as such i had redemption and value again, where i had recently been so laid to waste and destroyed by weakness.
I could hear the slight creak in my door and did not know if Allie or Oliver or both were watching the spectacle, but i didn't care. Pulling me up and placing me on my back on the bed, Bax peeled off his jock and jutted his sweaty cock in my face as he mounted and straddled my chest. I greedily sucked his manhood as he poked deep into my throat before pulling out, sliding down and punching the head of his cock into my pussy. Letting me know he was in, i prepared for his brutal taking of my ass, but as he had already done that with his brute strength once tonight using his belt, he fucked me more intimately and gently. "A girl like you needs a strong man, doesn't she?" He asked. Moaning, I pleaded, "I need you Master, I need you and your strength and your control just to exist Sir. I need someone to lead me and direct me, to protect me and use me so i have a purpose. Please own me and make me yours Master. Please", I begged as he fucked me, taking his fuck as if I was a girl desperate to get pregnant from him.