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Perceptions - Chapter 59
By the time i left my job in Southampton I'd lost about 15 pounds and looked different, more model-y and maybe more edgy and less mainstream. I'd become good friends with Allie and even Oliver, and I had some good memories from our season together. I wished them well and promised to stay in touch as we left each other and Bax took me to the Long Island Railroad Station, bound for an Amtrak North at Penn Station. It was still ten days before we needed to be on campus before school started, and Bax had promised me to Jason for a week. I had fought his decision the best I could, but because I didn't really feel that I had complete control of myself, Bax's demands are the ones that got honored. I was to board a train to White River Junction in Vermont where Jason would pick me up for a week's stay at his family's house. His intention was to prepare me to better serve his Master Bax during the upcoming school year.
Arriving in Vermont in late August, it felt like Autumn had already started compared to Long Island. Seeing Jason standing by himself in the station, i observed how well he transitioned to country life as his jeans, boots and plaid shirt made him look ruggedly handsome. It was nearly enough for me to forget what terrible things he'd done. Having me follow him out to his pickup, i tossed my bag in the bed of his family's pickup truck whose doors were labeled with the name their family farm which happened to be a fruit tree orchard. As i moved to get into the passenger seat, he simply pointed to the bed of the truck with his finger. I was beyond discussion or debate these days, i'd become much more accepting and content with my stature as the lowest order of submissive, so lacking reaction or expression, i simply closed the truck door and moved to the back of the truck, jumped into the bed and sat down on the floor next to my bag. Their farm was located between White River Junction and Woodstock, Vermont which is a popular vacation destination for skiing in winter and outdoor activities in summer. As we pulled onto their property, Jason drove past the house and around back to the barn. Indicating i should get my things, i followed Jason into the barn and up steps to a loft that looked down over the first floor. The loft had a bed and a few pieces of furniture, and looked like it would have been a fun place for children to sleep out overnight or escape to play.
Making sure to reinforce my position in my new environment, Jason made sure i knew i was here to work as well as prepare for my upcoming duties, and not to expect anything different. He let me know I was not to go into the house and that i was to go to the bathroom outside and use the large pond behind the barn to wash myself. With every word he uttered he lessened me. He'd wake me up at 5 AM daily to do chores that he would supervise and slave training would be carried on in the afternoons.
Transitioning from working late nights to early mornings was difficult and my first day was exhausting as he made me fix fences, cut tree limbs, pile branches, and muck stalls. I could tell some of the work had been deferred in anticipation of my arrival. The only thing that did feel considerate about Jason is that he made sure I drank enough water during my work day. Around 2:30, Jason dropped me off at the barn, told me to go clean up in the pond and get back to the barn after. When he arrived back in the loft about 45 minutes later, i lie sleeping on the bed completely wiped out. Kicking me, he hollered, "get up bitch, you're not done yet." As i groggily stood, he swung his right hand to bitch slap me, and i went down hard to the floor. I didn't want to get up, i just wanted to lie there and let him do whatever he wanted to me, rather than try to get up again. Dragging me up he tied my wrists to straps that he had rigged. The straps were attached to ropes slung over the beams above us. He pulled me so my toes could barely touch the floor as i hung. Stripping me of my clothes he observed, "you look weak. What happened to you this summer?" I didn't respond as it didn't seem to matter what i had to say anymore. I just waited as he circled me and taking a fight stance threw fists, first into my right side, then my left, softening me up and making me yelp when he would contact my kidneys.
Removing his belt he folded it in his hand and began to strap my back, alternating between hard and brutal as i swung from the ropes and took his beating. While i moaned and gasped, my reaction was not as full or rich as Jason had hoped. When he finally detached me from the ropes and i fell to the floor, he observed, "You seem lifeless pig. What's wrong with you. I can't even coax a good scream or cry from you." As i lay there, I looked up at Jason and explained. "Master, I am broken. You broke me before I even left campus. You showed me the level of brutality and cruelty you would use on me. I'll never fight you again. I completely accept my submission Master." Smirking as if he still didn't believe me, he kicked me with his boot. I wasn't sure if i heard a crack as it connected with my body and i rolled over groaning on the floor.
For the next few days i worked like a robot for Master Jason all day and tried to sleep as much as i could in the evenings. Two days before i was to leave Vermont to head back to Boston, Jason came to the loft one evening just after sunset with a young boy who looked like he was a cowboy in training. He was about 14 years old, and not even five and a half feet tall. He was lanky with a face that was plain but looked too grave for a boy his age. His walk, talk and dress told me that he took himself too seriously at such an early age. As Jason lectured him, I listened too. "Jack, you're gonna come in contact with these inferior fags from time to time, and you have to know what to do with them. They need a strong hand, powerful leadership if you wanna get everything out of them that you can. You see how i worked him the last five days. You see how i made such a useless pig into a valuable work hand." Jack nodded yes, "I see, yeah." Continuing Jason informed the younger boy, "And like I told you, these inferiors, they need to be used like I explained to you. They need to service men like you and know their place. It's up to you to show him his place. Make him serve you and make him work for you." Jack shook his head affirmatively, but it was clear he had no ideas what he was affirming.
Jason suggested, "I'll show you. You follow me and do exactly what i do and you'll learn what pigs like this need.", and Jack anxiously agreed. As Jason stepped in front of me, dropped his pants and took two fistfuls of my hair, he drove his hardening cock into my head and began to pummel the back of my throat. "See how i use this bitch to suck my cock?" he asked as he choked me on his cock. Now slicked up, he stood me up and unfastening my belt he spun me around and pushed down my pants to my ankles, bent me over and stabbed his hard wet cock up into me as i yelped loudly. "Now, you use his mouth" Jason instructed Jack. I was beyond questioning anything that Jason told me to do, but i felt criminal allowing myself to be used by such a young man. Jack slid his smaller cock in my mouth and pumped it awkwardly. As i used my lips and tongue to pleasure him, it began to get hard and fill my mouth and then my throat as he was able to find his groove. As Jason watched, he was obviously turned on because it didn't take him long before he was shooting his cum into me growling, "Take my cum you weak pathetic faggot. Know your place and eat my jizz you queer." He pulled out and sat on the bed, wanting to watch what was going on between Jack and me. Jack continued to use my head like a melon as he choked my throat and poked at my mouth with his now hard as nails cock. Then without being told, he pulled out and went behind me and used his finger to make sure he'd found my hole. Lining his cock up with the hole, he pushed it in like he was dropping batteries into a flashlight, and i yelped loudly. "Damn" He exclaimed, "the bitch makes a lot of noise" he joked with his mentor Jason. "Yeah man, that's it" Jason cheered, which egged him on more as he began to fuck me harder and harder and Jason praised him more and more. After several minutes, his hands grasped frantically at my waist and his thrusts became less smooth and regular. Now moaning and gasping, he began to ram at me erratically and yelled, "Fuck, you take my cum queer, take it.", as he continued to bang at my ass and spew his load into me.
As Jason praised him and they got dressed, Jason told Jack, "This bitch will be here for two more days, so you come use her anytime you like until then. It'll be a good way to learn." Jack smiled, "I'll be back later..... bitch" he said awkwardly as they walked down the steps. Jack didn't lie as he returned within a few hours; and thereafter was in the loft fucking me in every different way he could think of until I left two days later.