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Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further!
Perceptions - Chapter 32
After cleaning all of the basement, I found Jason laying at Tack's feet, now asleep as Tack seemed to be enjoying his new slaves presence. I was happy for them both. "Do you think he's alright?" I asked. Your lack of answer made me wonder if you'd heard me, so asking again, I rephrased, "Do you think he's ok after what happened to him today?" Master Tack ignored my question, walking over to the bathroom. A minute later, he came back with the leather strap's he'd used to hang me from the ceiling beam a few weeks ago.
"That bathroom is a mess faggot. You are worthless!" he barked. His anger still there, all I felt safe doing was apologizing, "I'm sorry I did a bad job Sir." Handling me much too harshly for the severity of the crime, he threw a few elbows into me as I hung there, me yelping with each blow. All I could do was apologize more. "I'm sorry Alpha Master Tack".
Returning with a wide black belt he ripped my t-shirt off, and pulled my shorts and underwear down and over my feet as I hung there helpless. Jason began to stir as there was more noise in the room. He looked confused as he saw me there, and I think he was still not used to the intense physical nature of things today. Looking at me and then at Tack, he inquired with concern, "Master?" Using that word for the first time today. "I'm just taking care of some business boy" Tack responded, looking down at his boy Jason. "Do you have to Master?" he asked. "Come here" he ordered and Jason walked to his side and Tack pushed his tongue into his slaves mouth and took a piece of his heart and soul forever for himself.
"Do you trust me?", he asked. "Of course Master" he replied. "If I say he needs to be punished, then what does he need?" He challenged his slave. "If you say he needs punishment, then he does Sir" Jason replied. "Go sit on the floor and wait for me boy." Tack said as he raised the belt and began to whip me. He was expelling his rage and I knew I was the conduit to release his anger, so I bared up and took it the best that I could for Tack and for Jason. The beating seemed like an eternity, but it probably went on for less than 2 minutes. I thought I would pass out at one point, but I didn't; I just wish I had. As soon as he was done, Tack released my hands and said, "Get out of my sight you worthless pig."
I retreated to the area away from view, and laid on the floor. It was a hard day, a very hard day, but I think that it was definitely good for Tack and Jason, and I think Tack will have to deal with feelings he didn't know he had. `Is it fucked up that I still think Laith is so fucking HOTTT?' I asked myself as I drifted to sleep.
Waking up on Sunday morning, Tack was already using Jason's mouth when I walked into the room, and when I tried to quietly turn and retreat, Tack directed me, "Don't run away bitch. I want you to watch. You see how hot my boy is? You see how much hotter he is than you?" he taunted. "Yes Sir" I replied, "Jason is in a class of his own" Master. Jason turned to make a face, questioning me for saying something less than humble about him, but I continued to enforced the truth. "Jason doesn't like me saying it Master, or admitting it himself, but he is a superior beauty and I am lucky to be his friend, just as I am lucky to serve you. You both far exceed my range". Master Tack knew I meant what I said, but Jason was not used to this kind of thinking and it was a big challenge for him to accept. "Sit in that chair and watch us you useless pig" Tack directed. I saw Jason get back to worshipping Tack's body, this time learning to eat out his pits and lick them clean, worship his steel pecs and abs and choke on his heroic cock. Tack's rare protective instincts came out when Jason positioned himself to be fucked by his Master, and Tack questioned whether he was ready. Jason begged to be fucked, saying it didn't matter how much it hurt, he needed it from his Master and couldn't live without it.
Watching Tack's cock slice into Jason's hole, he cried out in pain, but he pleaded with his hands for Tack to keep coming, which he did. "I need it Daddy, please" he begged. "You need your man's big cock?" Tack questioned. "Oh yes please, please give it to me. Fuck me daddy, fuck me please", he whimpered and begged as his pussy got used to cock again. Tack did not disappoint as he again owned Jason, pounding his hole until Jason was practically howling from pleasure and pain, Tack getting in on some of the same extremes as his buddy Laith did the day before. All the while, his slave desperately hung onto him craving his body and to be owned by this fearless Alpha.
It was like watching priceless art being made as these two pieces both fit together perfectly.