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Perceptions - Chapter 24
As I watched, Tack positioned the unusual step shaped bench in the center of the space. Next he used the step ladder to disconnect my tethers from the overhead beam, and then he disconnected the rod attached to each ankle. He must not have been too concerned about me trying to run because he made no precautions to prevent it. Maybe he thought he could take me, I don't know. In my current condition he probably could, especially if he used his cocky charm.
"Can I clean up a little bit?", I asked. "No fuckin' way bitch.", he laughed. I want you lookin' like a total skank." He seemed more empowered now. Grabbing me by the hair, he dragged me towards the bench and slammed my chest across the upper upholstered cushion. Kneeling, he pulled my wrists down to the straps below and fastened them tightly to the bench. He moved behind me and roughly grabbed each ankle and positioned them on the lower cushion and fastened them with straps. I felt like I was kneeling at church and leaning over the pew in front of me. "Look at you bitch, all ready to be used up like a whore." If I wasn't so battered, I would have blushed. "What's your plan?" I asked. "To break you" was his simple answer that explained nothing. "Will my Master Greg be here?" I questioned. "Not until you're ready.", he instructed, which in itself raised too many questions. I sighed heavily. He responded to my frustration. "Awww, poor bitch", he drooled. "Who decides when I'm ready to see him?", I tested. "Who do you think? I do bitch.", he stated confidently. "Please Sir, please, I'm ready to see him now. Please tell him I need to see him now.", I pleaded my case. "Are you kidding, are you fucking kidding me faggot.", he accused as he walked over. He pulled my head up by the hair and spat his phlegm all over my face. "With all of your mind games and the negotiations going on, I thought I was at a NATO meeting.", he taunted. "You aren't ready for shit bitch.", he concluded. Maybe he was smarter than I thought. `Was I really negotiating and trying to be manipulative?', I thought. Maybe he is right, maybe I'm not open and need to be broken.
The guys started to file up the stairs. All of them were wearing their regulation school singlets and sweat socks. First Ben who I figure is starting to come out of his shell. He is smaller than the other guys, but pound for pound stronger; and I think he's just starting to understand that and have some success. Then Karson, the golden boy looking sophomore who lacks the fight and grit of some of his less-blessed counterparts. Finally Jerry with average stature and looks, who is quiet, but proves to be much more emotionally observant and understanding than his teammates.
They gather around the specially-purposed furniture I am strapped to and look to Tack, who seems to be the new leader. "Ok guys, the goal is the same, and this is round two. We're bringin' this bitch to her knees. Let's go." I'm guessing there was some planning because they seem coordinated. Ben moves in front of me and pulls his shoulder straps to the sides and pushes down the singlet to display the thin, hard slices of muscle covering his chest and torso. He slips the front down even further displaying his growing cock and with little delay or preparation starts slapping my face with it. Karson is into the large black bag which I could see from the corner of my eye and seems to finally find what he is looking for, pulling out a paddle. Within 20 seconds, the paddle comes down on my ass and I yelp from surprise and the sting. "Harder", Tack orders harshly. The paddle comes down much more forcefully and I yelp simply from the pain this time. Ben, taking my ears pushes his now rigid cock past my lips and starts plundering my mouth and then my throat with it. "Men, don't forget the timing that we talked about, understood", Tack pronounced. Everyone sounded off affirmatively. `What was the timing?', I wondered. The blows to my ass were building up and my butt was on fire now, I didn't know how much more of that I could take. Almost as if on key, Jerry showed up with the liquid inhalant again and he told me to inhale, which dulled everything and made my head spin again.
Before long, my senses returned and my ass was ablaze. Ben was pounding my mouth insistently and my throat was sore from the beating his cock delivered. Suddenly the paddling stopped and I prayed it was not just a temporary pause. I felt hands on my ass and prepared for a smack, but none came, just strong fingers tearing into my muscled ass; and then there was flesh at my hole and suddenly my hole exploded as a cock rammed its way deep into my guts. I screamed and spit out Ben's throat basher in the process, cranking my head back to see Tack, smirking arrogantly as he drove into my ass for a second time, to which I cried out again. Ignoring my outburst, Tack directed, "Get back in there and fuck his throat." Ben wasted no time in shoving back in, and it seemed that a mob mentality was taking form because each person's aggression level stepped up. It wasn't long before Ben began to tense and was unloading in my mouth. He saved the last few spurts to shoot on my face. Then, as Tack continued to rape my hole, Jerry stepped up to drag the bottle of liquid below my nose again. I huffed willingly for relief and then I hung my head helplessly, involuntarily yelping and moaning from the battering Tack was mercilessly delivering to my pussy. Jerry must have laid the bottle aside and now he was back, his singlet was down displaying his hard form and veiny cock, which he pressed past my lips and forced deep in my throat. He was intentionally choking me and I began to convulse from the lack of air, but when he pulled out to begin fucking my mouth I could see that choking me on his cock made it go rock hard. Suddenly, I was surprised to feel the horse whip on my back again. I saw Ben taking a break after unloading into me and I could see Jerry in front of me so it must have been Karson who was whipping me, but it didn't feel tentative at all which was Karson's way, at least initially. Then I saw Karson rooting through the bag again and I realized that the hard lashes were coming from Tack. He was whipping me and fucking me. This kid was really a stud.
Tack's pace became more and more rapid, the whipping ceased, and other than the constant slamming of my ass he would just occasionally spank my ass with his hand, and then finally he let loose. "Fuck, Fuck you faggot, Fuck. Take that load you cum whore. Take ...my ....cum ...you ...queer", he decreed for everyone to hear as he drove his seed deep into me. It was a sight, him ascending as an alpha superior before his teammates. He gasped a few times after unloading, but did not pause long before saying to Karson, "Up" to which Karson moved behind me for his turn at my ass. They had laid this plan out ahead of time for sure I thought. I could feel him line his cock up at my hole and then he pushed it in. "C'mon man, You are pounding him, not making love", Tack barked at Karson. Jerry continued to choke me and then long dick my throat, taking his time and pacing his efforts. I saw Tack go to the black bag and retrieve the paddle that had destroyed my ass earlier, and I was really afraid I would not be able to take the pain any longer. I heard the crack of the paddle and I winced, but there was no pain on my ass. Then Karson's yelp permeated the air. Everyone froze for a second, and I was able to lose Jerry's cock and crank my head back to be able to see Tack in Karson face demanding, "You are gonna fuck this cunt or I'm gonna beat your and anyone else's asses who don't do it right. Now fuck him you pussy.", Tack demanded while he struck Karson's butt with the paddle again. Karson was not a naturally dominant guy, he needed a leader to follow, and Tack was that leader. I actually think that as he was fucking me he would ease up from time to time just to have Tack smack him around and correct him. Soon Jerry was unloading his cum down my throat and he used the last few pumps on my face as well. I thought, `This thing was carefully planned.'
"How's your timing?", Tack asked Ben. "Ready", Ben answered. It made sense, the timing! They needed to space their cumming so that there was always someone in play while others recovered. How long did they intend to keep this up? I had only been trying to hold on until I got through each one of the guys one time. Now I had no idea how long this would last, and Greg never lost a challenge, he was indomitable. This could be planned to go for hours, I had no sense of a timeline, a threshold or a finish line any more. I didn't know how long I could do this for. I let out an unintelligible primordial cry that shook the glass in the windows, not from pain or anger but from the beginnings of a great submission. After my outburst everyone froze, but Tack immediately directed Karson back into pounding my sloppy pussy. He told Ben that he was next to fuck my cunt, and encouraged him to be ready, then he leaned down and whispered privately into my ear, "You are falling big guy, going down. There will be nothing left of you but a hollow slave when I'm done with you." Then he stood up, stepped in front of me and slammed his cock down my throat. The guys revolved around me, I have no idea for how long, each taking turns on both of my pussies over and over again. They were really getting into it and enjoying this rowdy brotherhood. The relieving liquid didn't matter, the pace didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore, I was gone, changed, gutted.
Then, everyone left for the second time, down the stairs and back to the main house. I spaced out in my mind while tied on the bench. My throat was raw and I would not be able to swallow for days, but that was nothing compared to my ass, which was completely ruined. I would not be able to touch it for an eternity I imagined. Maybe I was alone for half an hour, maybe an hour, I don't know. Eventually Tack appeared at the top of the stairs and I steeled myself for what was to come, gritting my teeth and looking down I grunted repeatedly like a petrified animal in preparation for a life threatening attack.
When I looked up again, next to him was my Master Greg, standing quietly. I began to cry softly and then sob more openly. Just seeing him opened me up and let everything run out. "I'm sorry" I cried, "I'm so sorry Master. I understand now Sir, I do." He was so quiet and serious. He pulled a chair in front of me and sat down and acclimated for a minute. I had been acting out so much lately, but I finally understood that I needed to wait, to listen and to serve. "What do you understand?", he probed seriously. "I Understand that I put something ahead of you. I thought that I could decide or make something work instead of you deciding. I tried to take control from you and I didn't trust you to own and control me. My ideas, my thoughts and feelings got ahead of yours. He let the silence hang there before asking in the same serious tone, "And you are sorry for that?" "It is the thing I'm most sorry for til this point in my entire life. I don't want my life without you as my Master." He shook his head affirmatively, which made me so happy, but his serious and somber nature had not abated. "You must endure more slave, do you understand?" "Yes Sir", I accepted sobbing.
"Tack, please do what I told you to." Tack went to the black bag and retrieved a short leather strap about 2 inches wide. As he walked towards me I saw he was smirking, but I felt that he was containing even more arrogance inside, because he did not want my Master to witness it. Master Greg remained seated in front of me, making eye contact as Tack moved behind me. The leather strap came down on my ass and I bucked and cried. "Try to be quiet slave. Do it for me.", my Master encouraged. The strap came down again and I muffled my cry as best I could. Then, I could feel his club of a cock pressing against my hole and I began to cry openly, sob and cry hard. My Master took my chin, held it and said, "You know you must endure this for me, don't you?" I cried, "Yes I must I know I must Master. Punish me, please punish me Sir." Looking up, Master Greg made a gesture to Tack, and Tack thrust into my pussy and fucked me brutally. Pulling almost all the way out after each thrust he tore a sloppy path through my raw throbbing cunt. Between each thrust he would deliver another lash to my back. All the while my Master watched as I tried to stifle my cries. This was my penance and Master Greg was there to witness it all.
Tack had built up some staying power after unloading in me several times, so it took a while of pounding and whipping before he planted another load of his cum in me. When he was done, Master Greg directed Tack to step in front of me. "Clean his cock", was Master Greg's order to me. As I cleaned everything from Tack's beautiful tool and licked his balls clean as well, my Master advised, "Look up slave. Do you have something to say to Tack?" "Thank you Sir", I croaked sheepishly. "From now on you will call him Master. He is your Master as Laith is. You will be there for him, obey him and do his bidding? Do you understand?", Master Greg declared. Tack now had a huge smirk plastered on his smug face, and honestly it suited him very well. "Thank you Master Tack, I added. I am at your service Master.", I added.
"Master Greg?", I asked quietly. "Yes", he responded. I began to sob softly, "Master...... could you ..... would you .... please ..... would you please fuck me Sir?" I asked this question with great difficulty and conflict. I knew I'd be blinded by unbearable pain, but I also knew no other way of indicating to my master that I finally understood what I was and what I would endure for him. Master Greg put his hand on the back of my head and rubbed my hair. "Yes, I am going to brutally fuck you Slut, while your newest Master watches." Tack slid the chair back and took a seat while Master Greg took his position behind me, released his belt, pants and boxer briefs and drove his cock to the hilt in my cunt. I screamed the scream of ultimate submission to my master and through all of the pain and euphoria of being taken savagely by my Master, I chanted aloud, "I am yours, I belong to you."