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Perceptions - Chapter 43
Jason and I were walking back from an off-campus drinks party on Thursday night, still so cold in the beginning of February, both of us feeling loose and happy. Getting nostalgic for a moment, i mentioned how i missed Greg, the old Greg; his attitude and especially his cock and the way it felt in my mouth. Jason giggled, "Well i think he's giving them exclusively these days, not getting them." Being a little surprised at his coldness i asked, "Do you think he'll get back to his old self?" "Nope" Jason answered with another giggle. I shook off my light headedness getting frustrated now and i pressed, "And why not?" Jason sighed and told me, "Tack isn't gonna let that happen. He wants to keep him like he is........ or lower", Jason offered. "What do you mean lower?" Jason finally realized his buzz was effecting his judgement. "What do you mean?" i pressed. "It doesn't matter", Jason said sounding frustrated, "Greg is done." Anger spiking, my playing with Jason was done, pressing him up against the tree behind him, i locked my forearm up under his chin and pushed hard, scaring him. "Tell me!" i hollered, scaring him more. Jason grabbed at my arm, looking for some relief as I eased my choke on him. "It's just what they all decided" Jason offered, trying not to make it all about his Master. I pushed in again, hard this time, not relenting. I was either gonna get an answer, or choke him to death. "OK" he gasped. "What's going on?" i demanded. "He's getting passed around the wrestling team like you did...... but more". I gulped, "What's more?" Without remorse or feeling, Jason described, "After practice everyone gets blow jobs from him, even the freshmen. Sometimes they bring in well ......... more pathetic students who aren't on the team, and he blows them too. Everyone knows. He's a goner", Jason said coldly. Drawing back my right arm, I slammed my fist into his midsection and Jason fell to the ground, my head on fire now. As I turned to storm away, I could here Jason call to me, "I'll tell you from experience, he gives a good blow job." I thought about going back, but i was afraid of what i would do to him if i did, so i went back to my room and tried to make sense of anything that was going on. I didn't sleep all night.
The next day I received a text from Bax, President's day this Monday, we have a long weekend, you're coming home with me to Long Island today.' I replied, I appreciate it, promised my mom I'd help with something. Leaving here Friday and I'll be back Sunday night if you want to do something then.' Not a request you fucking bitch, let your family know now. Tell them you are going to L.I. with your best friend Bax. Use those words in your text. Send me a screenshot of your messages as confirmation queer. Don't make me hurt you.' I read Bax's text a few times. It seemed extreme and made me a little nervous. I also wondered if this could have anything to do with what happened last night. I had no idea if i was being paranoid, but of course i was obedient to my Master and sent confirmation of me postponing my visit home to go to L.I. with my Best friend Bax'.
The next day we left campus after morning classes, and boarded an Amtrak to Penn Station. The ride was more normal than I expected after the upsetting sounding texts we exchanged that morning. He told me his parents were out of town this weekend, which made me a little surprised why we were going, but i didn't think too much about it. I did manage to tell him about my altercation with Jason last night. He seemed amused that i punched Jason, and asked about that, but he seemed to have little knowledge of anything going on with Greg. When i asked him about what happened on the Masters' weekend down at Tack's house, he played it down like it was nothing but some DOM/sub fun. When I asked if they were trying to destroy Greg, he said no, he wanted everything he was getting. At Penn Station we transferred to the Port Jefferson line of the LIRR on our way to Northport. Arriving at our station, it was dark wet and cold, though not as freezing as Boston. On the ride to his house we drove through what seemed to be your standard upscale suburban town. Arriving at the Baxter's house, the uber driver let us out and i made sure to tip him on my app before he left.
Walking into the house, we dropped our bags in the front hall and Bax moved from room to room turning some lights on. I waited for him in the living room, smiling as he approached me, so happy to be with my hot as hell Master. As he approached he hauled off and bitch slapped me hard across the face and i fell to the floor. He dragged me up to my feet and pushed at me, backing me into the wall, but i was not hearing what he was saying even though i could see his lips move. My head was spinning and he was suddenly enraged and i felt like i was in real trouble. Still temporarily deaf, I pushed him off of me using all of my strength and he stumbled back, charging into me again with a forearm to my chest i crumpled a little and as i bent over he locked his arm around my head, holding it between his bicep and his powerful oblique muscle. Fearing him now, i tried to lift us both up, figuring if i could get him off of his feet i could charge in any direction and maybe hit something and break loose. As i began to lift him, his alternate fist came under to uppercut into my face, he struck me but i powered through, but the second punch hit my throat instead of my face. My body went limp and fell to the floor, except for my head, which stayed pinned under his arm as i gasped and coughed. I don't know what happened for the next for seconds, but now i was on my back and Bax was straddling my chest yelling at me. Suddenly i could hear again. "Whaaat?" i said so slowly i sounded drunk.
Bax stood and dragged me by the hair to a set of steps off of the kitchen and led me down the stairs into a large sparse basement. Depositing me on the floor in the middle of the room, he ordered me, "Strip cunt, and don't leave this spot." He walked back up the stairs and in a minute he was back with the travel bag he'd taken with him on the train. By now i was naked and i was getting my breath back finally. Bax approached, pulling a collar out of the bag, he slid it around my neck, and using a small padlock he locked the collar around my neck. Throwing a thick nylon strap over a large steel pipe overhead, he threaded one end of the strap through a sleeve in the other side and hooked the loose end to the collar on my neck with another larger padlock.
I was scared and confused and did not understand Bax's motivation for anything he was doing. I could feel the emotions building but i willed myself not to show weakness, not in front of him, not now. 'What did i do wrong?' i kept asking myself. The whole time i still knew i wanted to make things right with my Bax, but i was totally lost. Turning away from me he scavenged around the basement for a minute. I could feel the cool air on my naked body and i started to shiver. Returning a minute later he carried what looked like an old worn out dog bed and a dirty old blanket. He threw them on the ground in front of me, picked up the clothes i had taken off, turned and walked away. As he got to the top of the steps, he flipped the light switch off and closed the door. I laid on the old bed and covered myself with the blanket and began to sob quietly.
I must have fallen asleep at some point, but the bright lights turning on suddenly woke me. I could tell from the small, high-mounted windows in the basement that it was still the middle of the night, but i had no idea what time it was. I had acclimated to the cold but as i sat up the blanket fell off and i shivered again. Carrying a stainless steel bowl filled with water, Bax set it down in front of me. I knew better than to lift it and drink from it, and i was so thirsty, so i kneeled in front of the bowl and lapped up the water like i was Bax's dog. Pulling a stool over, he sat waiting for me to quench my thirst. I sat back on the dog bed and looked up at him with sadness, but no longer feeling broken. "Do you really have no idea what you did?" he asked. Not wanting to misunderstand his point of view, i tried to layout the events that could have angered him to review them myself and look for a clue from his expression. "Well, i learned from Jason that the Master's are using Greg pretty hard, maybe even destroying him. I got upset. I forced Jason to say more than he wanted to, and when he did, I didn't like his attitude and I punched Jason." I heard myself saying these words trying to find the obvious error in my ways, but i wasn't sure which thing or things he was really mad about. "If you make me guess, I figure you are mad at me for punching Jason." i suggested. "Tell me faggot", my master questioned, "Why did you get so mad at Jason? Think before you answer." I composed my reasons, "He was completely cold towards Greg's situation. He acted like he was happy to see it happen to Greg. He acted so arrogant and self-important, like being Tack's slave made him special."
Shaking his head affirmatively, he asked "in your first two reason's who is the center of the discussion? And, in your last reason, who is the person of importance?" I reviewed mid reason's and said, "Greg is the person we're talking about in the first two. In the last reason, the person of importance is Tack". Nodding now, Bax continued, "And what have you been doing for the last few weeks regarding Greg?" Thinking, i answered quickly, "Trying to figure out what's going on with him?" Pondering, Bax asked, "What's the pattern here?" I reviewed the information a few times and hung my head and whispered, "Greg". "And who are you mad at right now?" he asked "Well, Jason, i guess" i said. "And what was Jason doing? Who was he supporting?" I hung my head even lower this time as i answered, "his Master". Standing up and pacing, Bax explained, "You are more concerned about Greg than you are your Master? Isn't that right?" I sighed, "Ok, yes i have been Sir." "And, you are questioning your Masters' judgement regarding what we are doing to him, right?" I mumbled, "Yes Master". "Do you know who your Master is?", he challenged. "Yes Sir" I barked, "My Master is Master Bax and i am his slave SIR." i yelled. "And what was Jason doing that made you so mad?" I thought on how to word this before answering, "He was supporting his master and taking pride in being his slave." Finally, Bax questioned, "And shouldn't he feel that being Tack's slave makes him special?" I nodded, "Of course he should."
"You are admitting your worthlessness as a slave" Bax observed. "I told you that I am a 1940's kind of guy and i expect deference and obedience. And, while my interests and desires have grown a lot darker since then, i still demand your absolute servitude and attention" he said, marching to me, yanking me head back by my hair and spitting into my face. This was serious i realized. He was questioning my fitness as his property. He made it clear that having my own mind, ideas and direction was getting me in trouble. Just like they did with Master Greg last year. Instead of trusting, following and supporting, i was setting my own agenda. The only good part about this for me, is that Master Bax was actually saying he did in fact want me as his property, and i never had this level of confirmation on that before.
"Master, what can i do, or what can i endure for you that will prove to you that i can change, and that i want....... no, no that i need to be your slave? Is there something?" Smirking now, Bax advised, "That's what we're here to find out."
Pulling the straps that Tack has used to tie me to the beam in his basement, he secured them to my wrists and tossed another short rope over the steel pipe overhead. I realized then that Tack had knowledge of just what was going on here if Bax was using his equipment. He attached the rope to each strap hanging me there from the pipe. Next, he pulled a leather strap from the bag, and without ceremony he walked behind me and began to rain down blows against my back and my ass as i howled wildly, screaming "OOOOOhhhhhhhh, AAAAHHHHhhhhhhh, OOOOWwwwwwwwww". My mind overloading, I couldn't make sense in my head so I just kept repeating, "Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Yes Sir" in between ragged howls. Stepping in front, he brought the strap across my chest and abs as he stared me in the eyes, humbling me for my lack of loyalty and servitude to him. "Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Yes Sir", i babbled. "What's that?" he asked as i babbled along. Lifting my chin he looked in my eyes, "What does `Yes Sir' mean fag?" he challenged me. Gathering my strength and trying to look strong, I responded, "It means please change me, fix me, break me so i will always be yours, so that i will always obey you and call you Master. Please, i need you Sir." Bax just smirked, stepped back, spread his powerful feet and continued to whip my body with his strap.
Feeling like i could collapse at any moment, Master Bax paused his punishment and disconnected my wrists so i was now only being held by my collar. Falling to the concrete floor i laid there, the cold surface feeling good on my beaten skin. Lowering his pants and fishing out his cock, Master Bax aimed it at my face and began to piss on my face, hair and then all over my body. Then, pulling his pants up he climbed the stair and turned out the lights. My skin was red hot, but not broken. I managed to fall asleep on the dog bed, under the dirty blanket eventually. I realized the sun had come up but looked away, choosing to sleep as long as i could.
The lights turned on and i sat up. Descending the stairs, Bax carried two breakfast sandwiches, one still wrapped in paper. Seeing that my bowl was empty, he set his sandwiches down lowered his zipper, fished out his cock and pissed in my bowl, filling it half way. "Drink up bitch" he laughed. Wanting to make him happy, i fought hesitation and aggressively began to lap up and swallow his hot piss. When i was done, he walked hovering over me and instructed, "Head back. Mouth open." He spit his chewed food into my mouth. I swished it around so that i could taste him more than i wanted the food, though i needed the nourishment too. He did that several times until he was halfway through the second sandwich and then he turned, climbed the stairs, turned out the lights and closed the door.
I got several more hours of sleep, and i assumed it might be late afternoon by now, but i wasn't sure. Master Bax came down and placed a small flat screen on the floor nearby, but just out of my range. He turned it on and it showed a still of the upstairs living room. There must have been a camera there broadcasting live to the television he'd just set up. Leaving me there with the television on, i saw him pass in front of it a few times before disappearing. When he returned he looked fresh wearing a tight pair of jeans and a form fitting thermal long sleeve and an old school design pair of Nike runners. Within minutes the doorbell rang and Bax welcomed what looked like a 25 year old guy wearing jeans and a hoodie into the living room. He had short blonde hair, a nervous but genuine smile, and a body-builder's frame. The clothes couldn't hide his highly muscled body as his jeans pulled tight on his large quads. When he took off his hoodie, his pecs, shoulders and arm stretched the t-shirt he was wearing. Bax looked only about 2/3rds the size of this guy as they stood next to each other.
Bax motioned for the guy to remove his t-shirt, which he anxiously did putting his amazingly well-muscled frame on display. Pointing at his jeans, the big muscle boy hustled to get his boots and tight pants off, almost tripping in his excitement. Standing there in obscenely tight pale blue boxer briefs, i could see Bax's guest was embarrassed. "Flex for me boy" Bax ordered, and the muscled hunk began to go through a set of poses he knew well. Bax smiled appreciating how much his new friend wanted to please him and be appreciated. Next Tack pulled his own shirt off revealing his perfect aesthetically muscled torso. The guy's face melted as he took Bax in from his sexy face to his honed chiseled physique. Flexing his right arm, and then lifting that elbow to the ceiling, Bax showed the hot ripped muscles across his torso, his bulging bicep and his hot moist pit. The muscle boy whimpered as Bax posed and with a smirk, my Master invited his new friend in by telling him, "Taste my sweat". The muscle stud buried his face into Bax's pit, lapping up his scent and sweat and flavor, he feasted on the extraordinary specimen that he outweighed, knowing that all of his muscle could not compare to Bax's perfection. Pointing down to the floor Bax instructed him, "Take my shoes off" "Socks." he instructed next. Sitting back on the sofa, he pointed to the floor in front of him and his new muscle sub kneeled where he was told. Extending his bare foot his boy immediately began licking and kissing the sole of Brian Baxter's exceptional feet. Bax was enjoying this boy's submission, but I could see he was not trying to punish him, just allow him to be his bitch for a while. "Take my pants off." he said a bit sternly and the muscle boy stripped him of his pants, and asked, "Can i please take your boxers off too?" Bax smirked, "You want to take them off? How come?" Muscle boy moaned, "Oh god please let me take them off. I wanna take your cock in my mouth and swallow it, please." Bax laughed, "That makes you a slutty little whore, doesn't it?" The muscle boy shook his head in agreement. "No whore, you gotta say it..... But first hand me my jeans." Bax fished his phone from his jeans and pointed it at the gentle blond muscle boy. "Tell me you're a whore if you wanna suck my cock he said." The boy looked frozen into the camera, too afraid to speak. Bax knew he needed encouragement. He lifted a foot and ran his toes over the boy's face. "Tell me you're my cock whore if you want to taste it." Bax decided to just film and wait for the weaker man to collapse as he teased him with his body, rubbing his crotch with his hand and using his feet to slap the boy's face. "I'm your cock whore he whispered." Bax smiled, "That was good, but just one more time a little louder", he said encouragingly. The muscled sub repeated himself more loudly and Bax gave him the go ahead. Stripping him of his boxers, the heavily muscled sub inhaled Bax's cock, taking it completely to the root and doing something with his throat that seemed to send Bax over the top as he would clamp down on the back of the muscle boy's head and hold him impaled on his cock.
As Bax became familiar with his throat, he seemed to want to humiliate his boy a bit by holding and directing him by the ears, using his head like a fleshlight. "Yeah slut, that's it. Take my alpha cock boy, you want that, don't you boy. Take Daddy's cock you slut." It seemed like he was giving Bax an exceptional blowjob as Bax was already at a frenzy rather quickly. Pulling out and standing, he positioned his boy on the stone coffee table in the middle of the seating area, putting him on all fours. Yanking his briefs down he laid his chest on his big boy's muscled back and whispered into his ear, "Do you want it?" The boy just moaned. "You have to tell me you want it?" "Please fuck me" the boy asked. "I think you can do better." Bax chided him. "Ohhhh Gaawwwdd, he moaned, please fuck me with your cock, please i need you to fuck my hole, please Sir, please" the boy groaned and Bax pushed the head of his cock into his boy's hole, and barely gave him a minute to adjust before sliding it all the way in and bottoming out in the muscle slut's pussy. After a few full penetrations, Bax set a pace that built as he was standing behind his brave young boy, the boy taking the pounding as Bax heroically asserted his dominance and conquered his mind and body. Grabbing the boy's short hair as well as he could, he pulled back on his head like he was riding a stallion. Sweat built on both of them, but Bax's powerful fucking was causing his body to sweat and drip all over the boy as he progressed to slamming his rigid club into the boy's tight pussy until he squealed and Bax unloaded as he continued to pound at the boy's hole until he emptied himself. Collapsing on the boy's back, the boy remained still and solid giving his alpha time to recover.
About an hour after the boy left, Bax came back down, a content smile on his face. "So cunt, what did you think?" Groaning, i admitted, "I'm jealous. But he is a better man and you deserve the best Sir. I am so jealous and horny and i want to serve you Sir." Bax laughed, "You're a fucking mess faggot. So, you're job isn't to be a better man, your job is to be a better slave. you aren't a man." Getting the straps he moved to attach them to my wrists and as he got near he stepped back. "Faggot, you wreak. I'm not even touching you fucking pig." He retrieved the leather belt and began to whip me while i laid on the ground. I tried to stay still, but i continued moving until i was at the end of my leash and i could go no farther, and once he had me there he beat me down for a few minutes before unzipping his pants and pissing all over my body. The sun had gone down by now and he walked back upstairs and shut the lights off.
The next morning he returned downstairs with a pail and dish soap. Filling the bucket with warm water and soap, he handed me a sponge and said start washing. He attached a hose to the spigot on the wall and started spraying me as i washed myself with the warm sudsy water. The water from the hose was freezing, but the water from the bucket made it bearable while i cleaned the dirt and stench off of myself.