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Perceptions - Chapter 41
It was January 5th, and i suppose news travels fast in small groups, because people seemed to have knowledge of Greg's new situation among his friends. If i had to guess, I'd say Tack spread the word. Sure he'd forgiven Greg mostly, and he was now one of his Masters, but i think he still wanted to make it hurt. He wanted to leave a hot brand on Greg, letting him know what was what. The squash video of Greg getting ruined by Ash had spread around outside our group, and that seemed to set up everyone for what came next, which was that Greg is a sub. Plus, there would be no downside to Tack for spreading the word.
An unfamiliar text popped up on Greg's phone from a local number. "I'm leaving town in two days fag." Greg was immediately anxious and didn't want to respond without knowing who it was. He hoped it was a non-threatening friend, but it was unlikely given the unknown number. Entering the number into google, Greg tightened as he saw the number come up as the property of A. Dexter'. Fuk, what does Ash want?', Greg questioned himself. Pretending he wasn't surprised, he texted back, What do you want Ash?' A minute passed <ding> I heard about your sexual repositioning and only have two days left'. Ash texted and followed it with an evil emoji. `Fuk off Ash' was Greg's reply. Finally his phone rang from the same number and Greg picked up, not saying anything as he held it to his ear. Coming at Greg with a calm low growl, Ash said, "Pussy you aren't gonna say no to me ever again. I have the video from the gym. The uncut version that includes your girlfriend of the same faggot name! Plus, there is one thing that i know for sure. While i was railing your bitch buddy girlfriend i could tell, you were jealous of him. Saw it in your eyes cunt. Be in the locker room at 10:00 tomorrow morning." and then the call disconnected.
Greg was actually shaken now that he had a more fully formed gauge of Ash and his power. Greg opened the door to the locker room at 9:50 the next morning and walked in. Flipping on the lights, he made his way to a bench nearby and sat, trying to think clearly. At 10:15 Ash walked in, strutting over to Greg with a huge smirk on his face, using his large hands to paw his powerful torso, practically feeling himself up, he intimidated and scrambled Greg's brains. "I knew you'd be here because not only don't you want the tape with you getting devastated on the mats to get out there, but you also don't want your boyfriends porno tape floating around the web either. And of course, there is this" he said grabbing his sizable package and rubbing his hand over it. Ignoring that, Greg asked for Ash to answer one question. "What is it cum dump?" Ash inquired, "Where did you hear the story about what happened to me the other day?" Chuckling, Ash taunted, "You fucking know who! Why would you ask pussy? You have a lot of paying to do." Greg hung his head. "Is he ever gonna forgive me or at least let up on me, or is he planning on completely destroying me?" Ash laughed, "Well let's ask him." "TACK" come on in here Ash yelled. From around the corner Tack walked into the main area of the locker room and moved to stand in front of Greg. He delivered a brutal bitch slap across Greg's face sending him off the bench and onto the floor. Dragging him back up by the hair, Tack pulled his head back and hocked up a loogie, spitting it in the center of Greg's face. "I'm thinking that's a pretty clear answer cunt breath. Be ready to be destroyed" Ash offered with a smile. Greg, now kneeling in front of Tack, looked up and asked Tack, "Is there anything i can do to save myself Sir?" Looking down at his pitiful foe, Tack explained, "You're useless to me if you are completely destroyed, but until you leave town for college, your life will be hell cunt".
Feeling left out, Ash pulled Greg up from his knees by his shirt collar and literally tore his shirt into shreds as he stripped him of it. Ash's body contained such power, that it was awesome to witness up close. Ash may have been physically more powerful than Tack, but it seemed like Tack still retained some creative control because he set this whole thing up. Looking down at Tack, Ash questioned, "So how are we gonna do this?" Tack walked to the opposing benches, setup his camera using boxes to create a makeshift stand, and presumably set the phone to video record. Coming back, he took a profile pose for the camera, pulled Greg to him by the neck and unleashed a series of power punches to his abs until he was on the floor. Pulling him up again, he proceeded to do the same thing until Greg was on the floor again. Realizing that Greg could not sustain Tack's attack on his body, Tack instructed Ash, "hold him up for me".
If a snapshot were taken, it would look like a big guy was holding a medium sized guy so that a small guy could take revenge, but that was not the truth. What was actually happening was that the big guy was helping to hold up the medium sized guy because the medium sized guy could not sustain the beating he was taking from the small guy, so that was the only way to prolong the beating. And that is exactly what Tack wanted to do as he unleashed on Greg's abs, sides and chest for at least 10 minutes as Ash held him up like a lifeless dummy. Finally when Tack gave the word, Ash dropped him and he slumped to the tile like a bag of garbage. Next, Tack began to strip. Compared to Ash, and even Greg, while Tack's body was muscular and ripped, it was uniquely more lean, even skinny, compared to the two more aesthetically muscular jocks he stood next to. Tack's real power however came from his presence and the sheer commitment and confidence he embodied to himself and whatever he was determined to do. In any group he was a part of, Tack was always one of the key power players. He and Laith were very similar in that regard, but for very different reasons.
Ash stripped along with Tack, which left Greg on the floor still wearing his jeans, boots and socks. The two stripped him in moments after they were both naked, but Greg still required some help to move after being beaten the way he was. Ash pulled him up to his feet, and Tack smirked, "Now lets put this bitch through her paces" to which Ash laughed. Keeping Greg on his feet. and lining up in front of the camera, Tack bent him at a 90 degree angle at the waist, and to make sure he couldn't buck or thrash from Ash's big punishing dick, Tack positioned the back of his legs on the top of Greg's shoulders and while standing, Tack wrapped his legs around Greg's neck and crossed his ankles, locking him in a standing headlock. Standing in front of the camera, Tack looked like he had a huge ball sack as Greg's head was locked between the smaller man's legs right below his dick. "Tell me when you're ready" Tack requested. Then taking a few seconds to prepare, Ash indicated, "Ready to go", to which Tack did a powerful double bicep pose for the camera, and Ash plunged his cunt basher into Greg's hole making him scream horribly. Reaching down to grab his jock from the floor and a sweat sock, Tack shoved the grungy jock into Greg's mouth and used the sock like a set of reigns to hold it in while he pulled back on the sock dragging Greg's head up and into his crotch. On the camera it looked as if Tack was riding a wild horse that was jumping and whineying uncontrollably. as he sat atop it smiling.
"Fuck yeah, this pussy is TIGHT" Ash hollered out, and Tack raised his hand up and bent it backwards to high five Ash on the win. Ash was fucking ruthlessly, taking some time to vary his pace occasionally to draw the punishment and pleasure out, until he felt his nut approaching. As he increased his power Tack released the headlock and stepped away, letting Ash use and handle Greg like an old rag. If Ash hadn't held him at the waist, he would have most certainly collapsed, as his mouth hung open and all screams ceased to arise from his throat. He just hung there , his head jerking with each thrust as Ash's powerful pelvis slammed Greg's ass cheeks until he was just gurgling and being used like a melon for Ash's climax. With a few final thrusts and a loud bellow, Ash unloaded into his inferior former teammate before pulling out and letting him collapse to the floor. "YES! YEAH! WOO HOOO!" he screamed. "Never broke a bitch like this in my life. WOW! .......... I'm gonna go take a shower man, unless you need me of course." Tack smirked, "Glad you enjoyed it, get lost"
As Ash entered the showers, Tack reached down and grabbed a fistful of Greg's hair and dragged him across the floor towards the bench the camera was on. Turning the camera 90 degrees, he positioned it to shoot down the long wooden bench. Laying Greg face down straddling the bench, he put his face about two feet from the camera so it was capturing his face close up, and showed his body laying face down on the wooden plank. Coming in from behind, Tack laid atop his conquered enemy and pulled his head back forcing him to stare into the camera. "Tell me boy, what do you want?" Tack teased. "Say it boy. Tell me what you need." he demanded calmly and consistently, repeating himself until Greg began to sob. "I want you to break me Master. Please show me my place and punish me", he cried. "I Need you Master, I need you to completely own and consume me", he begged knowing that it wouldn't stop the immediate pain, but it was the only way he would survive the next year, by becoming Tack's property. Smiling wildly, Tack lifted his ass and than drove his hard cock brutally down and into Greg as he screamed again for the camera, but this time Tack did not try to squelch the screams, they fueled him as they echoed through the empty locker room as he worked ruthlessly to both own and decimate his former teammate and friend, and recorded it for everyone to see.
After pushing a dozen huge volleys of cum into Greg's pussy, Tack joined his friend in the shower. Before leaving, Greg still immobile on the bench, Tack stooped down looking eye to eye with Greg. "Nobody hears about this! Do you understand?" Tack asked. "Yes Master" was Greg's labored response. "Wouldn't want this information to get out there", he said, glancing at his cell. "Hey man" Ash suggested, "Let's get a burger".