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Perceptions - Chapter 58
Fourth of July arrived, and Laith slipped into Tack's room that morning to take advantage of their day off of work. Under the covers, Laith worked Tack's body with his tongue and lips. Worshipping Tack's feet, cock, ass, abs, pecs and pits had become a source of fulfillment and satisfaction for Laith. Even Tack noticed how docile Laith had become as Tack's body had the effect of subduing, controlling and transferring all power from Laith to Tack. Tack especially loved how Laith begged desperately when denied his body, which Tack did regularly to humble his friend.
By 10:00, Laith and Tack were helping Leonard and Mrs. Shaw to setup the patio with supplies and the tables and chairs for guests. As far back as Laith could remember, neighbors traditionally spent the day roaming from open house to open house on his block to enjoy the holiday. Fireworks usually capped the evening around 9:30, and Laith was hoping to plan something special when the fireworks started, wanting to sneak away with Tack to the local high school athletic fields and find a private place where they could both score on the field as the sky exploded above.
As the afternoon heat peaked, Tack headed back to his room to grab another t-shirt to replace the one his hard muscled body had already soaked through today. Passing by the study, he caught Mr. Shaw at his desk working on something intently. Mr Shaw was a partner in a hedge fund with offices in Connecticut and here in Boston, and his work usually seemed to carry with it a sense of urgency. Sticking his head in the doorway Tack inquired "working on something important?" At first there was no reply as nothing had yet registered with Mr. Shaw. He was too focused to let anything permeate. Realizing he'd just heard something, he looked up and greeted Tack with a smile. "Hey, are you boys enjoying the day?" Tack chuckled at the word boys' thinking he doubts Mr. Shaw would see him as a boy if he witnessed his son swinging on Tack's cock, begging to be pounded harder and harder by it and squealing as Tack slammed his hard hammer tighter and tighter up his son's pretty little hole; but then Tack regrouped. "Yeah, great day. Everything's good. What are you working on?" "Oh, just a few stray results I'm trying to assess.", he sighed. "What kind?" Tack inquired further. A little excited that someone in the house showed interest in what he was doing, he began to explain to Tack that they'd had a number of trades that fell out of the expected range for the algorithm they recently started using, and he was trying to understand the cause. Tack asked, "Is it statistically significant?", which shocked Mr. Shaw. "You understand statistics." Mr. Shaw observed happily, adding "You like numbers?" "Yeah, love em." Tack replied. "I wish i did as well in everything else." he shared as he thought out loud. "So Tack, what would you consider if you were trying to test errant results against the viability of the algorithm?" Tack thought, then asked, "Is there a way for traders to override or act outside the rule?" Smiling proudly, Mr. Shaw recognized, "That's a great start." Their short conversation led to a long conversation, until Mrs. Shaw finally found them deep in discussion and broke up the boy's club, making them join the festivities outside.
Reconnecting, Laith beamed slightly seeing Tack, "Where the fuck have you been?" he chided. "Men's stuff." Tack replied proudly as he tried to tease a reaction out of Laith. "Explain. What's going on?" Laith inquired with a little bit of neediness. Tack explained the conversation he had with Mr. Shaw, and Laith could see how engaged and excited Tack was about the work his dad was involved with. Tack explained how Laith's father was going to their Cambridge office early tomorrow to work with mathematicians on an algorithm, and asked Tack to come and see the work they were doing. "What about the marina and Mr. Grant?", Laith asked. "Your dad already called him and cleared it for tomorrow." Tack announced with over-the-top excitement. Laith tried to hide his disappointment because he could see how important this was to Tack.
Laith pushed himself to follow through on their plans at the deserted football field later that night, even though some of his enthusiasm was extinguished as he felt jealous that a piece of himself was being removed. As they settled in on the grass, Tack moved on top of Laith and looked closely into his eyes. "You ok?", Tack asked. Telling the truth, Laith replied, "Yeah, good", but holding back on the fact that he felt a little lost and deserted at the moment. Tack was able to pick up on Laith's disappointment, but he was trying to gauge the level. "You disappointed your dad is taking me to work with him..... maybe instead of you?" Laith laughed, "No, definitely not. I've tried that. No interest. If i study architecture and engineering, one day I'll get to design racing boats and yachts. That's what i really want to do." he sighed contentedly. "Well, I don't mean to abandon you, ok.", Tack said surprising even himself with his emotional acuity. "No, i get it. I want you to do this.", Laith explained. Grabbing Laith's wrists and pressing them to the ground over his head, Tack poked at Laith's mind whispering, "Yeah, but maybe you're jealous that your dad and I are leaving you and your mom back at home to do the wifely duties while we do the real work. Maybe you want me to be your daddy." Laith actually giggled and squealed, "You're sick, get off of me you pervert." Holding his prey down, Tack attacked Laith's mouth with his own and gripped his wrists extra hard. Laith could feel the influence in Tack expand as he pressed him into the ground. Laith realized from Tack's demeanor and physical cues that he was expected to submit to Tack's new power, so as he lost his shorts for Tack, he wrapped his legs around his waist. "You like your daddy taking care of you, don't you boy?" Tack groaned. What he was saying sounded like twisted taboo to Laith, but it was so erotic and so connected to Tack's rising power that he couldn't help but be washed up in the wave as he once again succumbed to his Alpha, moaning, "I'm your boy daddy. I'm yours." Tack covered his boy's body with his own and consumed his body and soul as he buried his manhood in Laith and relentlessly mined out of him his admiration, love, loyalty and submission on the dark field.
One day of commuting to Boston with Mr. Shaw turned to three, then a week, then became indefinite for Tack. Work days turned to late nights, Mr. Shaw and Tack often returning home after 9:00 PM. Laith's mom could see Laith's disappointment, and asked her husband to talk to Laith. Saturday morning came and Mr. Shaw roused Laith from bed early and took him on a coffee run. Getting them both a basic brew Mr. Shaw directed his son to a nearby table. "We should talk." he opened with as he observed his son. "Dad, I'm fine with Tack working for you. It's not what i expected, but it's better for him. I'm all good, ok." His father smiled and responded, "Good, that's great, but i wanted to talk to you about something more." Laith's first reaction was fear, as he wondered what his parents may have known about their relationship. "Son, Tack has some real ability and potential. Mathematically he is exceptional, and without the right influences that will go to waste.", his father said gauging his son's face for a reaction. "OK, so.....", Laith inquired waiting for the rest of the story. "I don't want to overstep my bounds. I know what good friends you are, but Tack will need some guidance and help to reach his potential." "Dad, it's like your talking in code, i don't understand.", Laith said in exasperation. "I want to have Laith intern for the firm over the next few summers. I'll need to guide his college plans for next year because he hasn't put any thought into his future, beyond very low hurdles and expectations. I'm thinking M.I.T. or Duke with you after he graduates high school next year. I'd have to take an active role if this is going to work out for him the way it has the potential to. I just need to know how you feel about it and if you are good with that." Looking at his dad, Laith realized all of the amazing things his father was that he often forgot in his day to day life. He compared that with the complete absence that Tack was facing at home with his own parents, and he felt privileged to share his father's care and generosity with the man he loved. "Dad, that's amazing. Thank you. I'd be grateful for anything you can do for him." Laith replied trying super hard not to get choked up.
Tack had his own share of emotional experiences to contend with as he dealt with this new level of care and consideration being shown to him. He was not at all experienced in dealing with the immense outpouring of generosity bestowed on him by the Shaws. For someone not used to attachments and kindness, he had a minefield to navigate. Laith talked him through his initial reaction, which was to deny any guidance or help from anyone and maintain absolute independence. Laith and Tack discussed the magnitude of the opportunity and responsibility being put on his powerful shoulders, and what was possible through this chance. As Tack grasped this, he seemed more able to understand the bigger picture and began learning to accept what his life could afford him.
On another hot Saturday morning in August, Laith rose to find Tack and his father gone again. Rolling his eyes and meeting his mother in the kitchen for coffee, he said "This is less of a buddy system than i expected this summer". His mom tried to let him know she understood his disappointment and encouraged him to see the upside for his friend. Gratefully Laith admitted, "I'm really happy the way it all worked out, I was just hoping to get to have a blast here this summer before i go to North Carolina." Pausing as he looked for a spoon for his coffee Laith added, "But mom, it's really great what you and dad are doing for Tack. Thank you." Just then, a loud motorcycle pulled into the driveway and Tack looked out to see Jay Hunter drive in on the bike they had worked on together a few months ago.
Meeting Jay in the driveway, Laith welcomed his former school mate inquiring, "What brings you out this way?" "Just dropping off this" Jay explained as he referred to the bike in front of them. "For what? For who? I mean why?", Laith stumbled. Jay smirked, "It's Tack's now. I promised it to him." Curious now, Laith dug in, "Why?" Now smiling, Jay offered, "For an introduction." Still unsure, Laith questioned, "To who? For what?" Jay went on to explain he offered it to Tack as an incentive for introducing the two of them. "No way." was all that Laith could manage to reply. Taking a snapshot of the bike in the driveway, he texted the picture to Tack at work with the caption, 'your payment for arrangements made has arrived'. Sending back an evil emoji, Tack texted, `Good, tell him it's about time he paid up for you. Now, make yourself useful and wash it up good for me before i get back'. As offensive as his words might be to someone else, Tack's message got Laith incredibly hard.
"Do you have time to hang out, go to the beach and get something to eat later?" Laith asked. "I can drive you home tonight if you can stay for the day." Laith offered hopefully, as he didn't want to spend Saturday alone. Jay seemed happy to agree. While they were at the beach, Laith tried to explain to Jay that he was really glad to meet him, and he was sorry he had to give up his bike for the opportunity. To say that Jay's personality had changed in the few short months since they met was an understatement. "I know slut. I see how you look at me now, and how you needed me to pound your ass last time we were at my house. You were lucky to get my cock, just like Melanie is every time i make her beg for it and bang her box out. She's a whore like you.", Jay said taking in the sights and enjoying the sun on his strong pale body as he stretched out on the sand. Pretty shocked by the response, Laith couldn't deny that his words gave him crazy wood.
As they walked back to the house, Laith noticed that the vehicles were gone, and both his mom and Leonard seemed to be out. Jay inquired about the garage. Laith showed him around the 100 year old building, describing some of the details. "What's upstairs" Jay asked as he'd already began climbing the stairs. "Nothing really" Laith explained as he chased after him. "Just a caretaker's space". As they entered the room, Jay admitted, "Tack told me about up here, and what went on." Beyond being embarrassed anymore, Laith sighed, "Yeah". "Well, what do you say we get something to eat?" Laith offered looking to change topics. Pulling down the front of his trunks, Jay offered, "Why don't you eat this fag?"
Laith was trying to figure out how to avoid this after Jay's comment down at the beach. It's not like he'd get in trouble with Tack for fucking around with Jay, but he was really feeling tight with Tack lately, and he enjoyed basking in the exclusivity and closeness of his relationship with Tack for right now. "How about we plan a day back in town when i get back" Laith counter-offered politely. "Nah" Jay growled as he moved to Laith and grabbed him by the back of the neck. Laith moved to clear Jay out of his way by sweeping his arm and moving to the steps, but Jay grabbed Laith powerfully by the hair and jerked him to the dirty floor. Laith's still moist skin attracted all of the dust and dirt on the floor staining his skin as Jay mounted his chest, and pulled his big cock from the front of his trunks and batted Laith's face with it. "I know you like it rough queer boy, so if that's the way it has to be, it's fine with me.", Jay barked. Laith tried to explain, "Yeah Jay, i know but it's different this time....." But Jay wasn't listening anymore as he plunged his hardening cock into Laith's mouth to get it slick. Not listening to any of the garble coming out of Laith's mouth as he had his cock stuffed in there, Jay pulled out and stood, dragging Laith up with him as he pushed him against the counter in the kitchen and tore at Laith's trunks, pushing them to his knees. "No Jay! NOOO!" Laith demanded loudly as Jay got in position behind him. "It's different now Jay, don't" Laith yelled as Jay slammed his missile up Laith's ass and drove his hips hard into the counter. Laith screamed as he was fully penetrated, and Jay moaned, "Fuk yeah you and Melanie are one hot set of bitches. I fucking love this, owning both of your gold-plated pussies." As jay winced and yelped, he continued to gasp "No" as he absorbed Jay's brutal beating, and finally realizing he had not stopped the assault he resigned himself to getting railed by Jay like a whore. There was a creak on the steps and as they both looked to their side, Laith saw Leonard in a total state of awe and confusion as Jay remained undeterred in his raping of Laith's ass. Laith begged in gasps, "Leonard..... please......just .....go." in between thrusts. Leonard disappeared in an instant as Jay laughed heavily and upped his devastation of Laith, until he had completely conquered his weaker opponent.
Walking down the steps from upstairs, Laith looked like he'd been dragged by a chain through the dirt, as his beautiful face and hair and his impeccable body was strewn with dirt. Jay's larger muscled body looked flush with energy and contentment. "Take me home" Jay ordered, and so they got into Laith's convertible and Laith proceeded to drive him home in silence in a state of stupor and disrepair. Coming back to reality, Laith realized he couldn't return back to the beach and potentially run into his family or Tack looking like this; so he decided to detour back to the family house after dropping Jay off. He cleaned up and got back in the car before heading North to Marblehead as he tried to figure out what, if anything to say to Tack.