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Perceptions - Chapter 44
By noon on Sunday we were on the LIRR heading back to New York. Instead of getting on an Amtrak to Boston immediately, Bax took me to a small tattoo parlor in Times Square and had the PoMG' on my ass cheek overwritten to read Bax's Bitch', but because the old tattoo had to be completely covered, the new tattoo was much larger than the old. Bax decided that the `Captain's Booty' tattoo was not meaningful enough to change.
As we rode back on the train, i tried to let what he'd taught me sink in, and at one point i said to him, "I'm learning Sir, please give me the chance Sir. I don't want to disappoint you." By the time the train neared Boston on Sunday night, it was about 8:00. I was not expecting it when Bax stood up and said "C'mon fag" when we were still South of the city. He had us get off at my hometown station, which i hadn't realized when he told me to get up. Realizing where we were, i got an uneasy feeling. I had learned enough recently not to question my leader, but the hairs were certainly rising on my red blistered skin.
We jumped into a cab and when Bax gave them Tack's address, my mind began to collapse. As we pulled in front of his house i was numb. Getting out we walked to the side basement door and knocked and heard Tack's familiar call to come in. I think i was visibly shaking at this point.
Tack was on the couch wearing a pair of what i knew were Laith's well tailored workout pants. He looked awesome in them, but i didn't understand why he was wearing Laith's clothes. His ripped muscled torso made my knees weak. Next to him massaging his feet as he lounged was Jason, whose look i tried to avoid. I know he was doing what he was supposed to, but there was a part of me that was still competitive with him, that still hated him. Standing there, Tack welcomed Brian and asked, "How's your training going?" Bax thoughtfully replied, "We'll see." "Why don't you crawl over here greg" Tack instructed. I looked at Bax for guidance. He nodded. As i dropped to my knees i could see that bitch Jason smiling as he worshipped his Master Tack. Crawling to the couch my brain almost seized up as i caught view of a large dog cage positioned at the end of the room. There was someone in the cage, a body. It had to be Greg. I tried to block out my thoughts as i continued to crawl to Tack. When i got in front of the couch Tack put his hand out and I immediately began to kiss it and nuzzle his palm. "So far so good" said Tack.
Sitting up, Tack put me on one side of him and Jason on the other. "So, we have a little friction between you girls i hear" Tack said sarcastically. Brian and I have designed a remedy. Actually Bax's part started two days ago. Our goals here are to increase service and loyalty from our slaves and have more cooperation and support from them. The way we've decided to do that is to remove barriers and allow you both to go beyond places you thought possible. Exceeding your boundaries opens you up.
Pushing Jason with his foot and nodding, Tack indicated a silent order to Jason. Walking over to the cage behind us, I could hear Jason speaking in hushed tones and metallic sounds. As Jason walked back with a smirk on his face, Greg crawled behind him on a leash. Greg looked exhausted and broken. It was so hard to watch, it took all of my strength, and when it was too hard i looked to my Master Bax for strength. "To push through your boundaries and extend your capabilities, i have an exercise." Looking down at Greg on his leash, Tack spoke harshly, "Up here, on your back, legs up, and show your cunt". Greg obediently positioned himself on the couch as he was told. "Now" Tack ordered, "Beg your old slave to come over here and fuck you". As if in a trance Greg began to beg me to fuck him. The mix of emotions was something i"ve never experienced before as my body had violent internal reactions to all of the issues hitting me at once. I looked at Bax again, pleading with my eyes, `i can't', but he nodded telling me to go. "Jason" Tack directed, "help him out of his clothes." Jason approached me taking off my clothes and it took all of my strength not to try to kill him. Once naked, Tack led me to where Greg was, and positioned me near his hole. My dick was so soft, and Tack kept telling me to get it hard, insisting i put it into Greg's hole. It was overwhelming and i couldn't, but Tack was on a mission for me to help destroy Greg, i could see that but my body would not do it. As he tried to manually force my soft dick somewhere it wouldn't go, my body started to shake, and Bax stepped in and said, "this isn't gonna work". Tack was annoyed, he kept trying and insisting and as he did Bax came over to pull me away. That's when Tack grabbed Bax, and i suppose by this time Bax had had enough, because that's when he grabbed Tack by the neck and threw him up against the wall, before backing off. My heart screamed with joy as i saw my Master take control of Tack. "Sorry man" Bax said to Tack. Tack was still angry but he seemed to calm down too, "Yeah, ok. We have to go with plan B." he said. I had hoped that Bax would have taken both Tack and the evil Jason out, but they seemed to be all good again.
"Jason, strip" Tack ordered. Repositioning Greg, he put him on all fours on the couch with his ass facing one end. Positioning me like a mirror, my ass faced the other end and i was staring into Greg's eyes. My mind refused to process anymore, i was just a recorder. "Jason get hard and get behind Greg." Then Tack stripped off Laith's sexy sweat pants and lined up behind me. I could feel his cock head at my hole. I heard him say "Ready, set, go" and then i saw Greg's face come alive as he screamed out as Jason plunged brutally into his ass. I suppose i was screaming too, but i couldn't hear myself, i could just feel the fire in my hole and my body stunned by Tack slamming into me. I watched as Jason first reached forward taking a fist full of Greg's hair and yanked back on it pulling Greg further onto his cock, and then i watched as he took Greg's collar around his neck and sliding his fingers into it pulled back strangling Greg and making him beg for mercy. Tack knew just how to get what he needed from Jason, coaching him saying, "You can do it baby, do it for me, think of me fucking you and do it like that baby, do it for me". He knew just how to get his bottom bitch to be able to destroy Greg's hole and he knew Jason or I fucking Greg would be knocking out the final brick in Greg's foundation, laying him to waste.
I think i started to cry, but i can't remember. After they both bred and seeded us like bitches, Tack moved to where Greg's head hung and pushed his dirty wet cock down into his throat to clean it. He made a motion to Jason, so Jason walked over to where i was kneeling and smiled, "open up loser." `How can this happen?' i kept wondering while i let my mouth fall open and Jason forced me to clean his seed and Greg's ass off of his dick. After the nightmare was over Jason took Greg back to his cage on his leash. When we left the basement, Tack was lounging on the sofa as Jason rubbed his feet. Bax took me back to the train station and we rode back to Boston together, me not saying a word.