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Perceptions - Chapter 56
Tack and Laith loaded Laith's VW convertible with everything they thought they'd need for the summer before hitting Interstate 93 North. Tack's parents seemed happy to send him off for the summer, as they were not highly involved in his life to begin with, and hardly spent any time at home regardless of whether he was there or not.
Tack hated to admit it, but he was pretty excited about his summer away, though he was meticulous in maintaining his cool attitude about it. It was a sunny but cool day in June as the sprinted up the highway to the Shaw's summer place in Marblehead. Laith was excited to introduce Tack to boats this summer and share with him his passion for them. Tack had no expectations in general, but was feeling pretty high about everything in general. When they arrived, Laith's mom was in preparation mode, getting things opened and ready for the season. Tack and Laith had practiced their pitch for Tack taking the room above the garage for the summer because they were used to a lot of privacy at Tack's house, and they wanted to try to get some privacy here too. Laith's mom was welcoming and warm to Tack, but when they tried to sell her on Laith staying in the caretakers apartment, she just smiled before saying "Absolutely not. I want you both under this roof" as she pointed up. "If either of you need anything, put it on my list in the kitchen and I'll make sure Leonard picks it up this afternoon. And, if you boys could help him carry the outdoor tables from the garage this afternoon, I'd appreciate it. I want to have dinner outside tonight; inside is such a mess, and your father wants to barbecue. He should be here around 7, so plan on dinner at 8". Laith provided a litany of Ok's', sure's' and `yes mom's' in response to her directions. As they walked back to the car to get another load of stuff, Tack couldn't help but tease, "No wonder your such an obedient bitch, you've been trained."
Tack and Laith had rooms next to each other, and shared a bathroom. Tack thought it was awesome that he could see the water and sailboats from his window. It all felt kind of crazy to him, this way of life that Laith and his family just assumed. Laith's father arrived late and dinner got pushed closer to 8:30, but having never met Tack before he wanted to talk to him before dinner as he had a drink and setup the barbecue. What sports did he play, what teams were his favorites, what classes did he prefer in school, were all on the list as Mr. Shaw got to know his son's `best friend'. And, whenever Tack's interests intersected with Mr. Shaw's, a long deep conversation ensued. Tack, being used to almost no parental interaction found it exhausting and exciting all at once. By the time they got up from the table outside at around 10:30, Tack's head was spinning and he was laughing to himself. He felt like he'd been on a game show all night.
Really wanting to make Tack feel at home, Laith went to Tack's room to hang out instead of his own. They sat on his bed and talked about their new jobs that started on Monday. Laith loved to talk about all of the different types of boats they would see, work on and sail this summer. He was most excited about sharing that with Tack. Tack found it charming how excited his boy got when he shared his passion with him. The more time they spent talking, the more romantic Laith felt. Touching Tack's leg and dragging his fingertips along it, he moved to run his mouth over Tack's shirt, up his torso and to his neck where he tasted Tack's dried sweat with his tongue and made an "mmmmm" sound. Trying to inch his way up to get a kiss from Tack, Laith redirected his eager lips, "No way fag" You know that is reserved for very rare occasions. "You're getting all mushy and faggy on me. That's gotta stop.", he said as he dragged his shorts down and pushed Laith's mouth down to his cock. Moving at a leisurely pace he let Laith get his cock hard, which didn't take long, before he began to pump his rod into the back of Laith's throat. Just then there was a knock on the door, and Laith jumped back, Tack pulled his shorts back into position and Laith called out, "Yeah come in." Laith's dad appeared. "Just wanted to say goodnight, and welcome Tack. We're glad your here and hope you have a great summer. I'll be gone before you're up tomorrow, so you guys have a good day." he wished them both. Tack replied with a "thank you, I'm happy to be here." and Laith with a "Goodnight dad." As the door closed, Tack lowered his shorts, grabbed Laith's head and growled, time to get back to servicing me."
Laith was in his element at the marina. Everything about watercrafts interested him, and while Tack was happy to learn about them, he was not nearly as interested in the countless details as Laith was. He thought it was hysterical how excited Laith and the other boat people around him got about sailing and all of the paraphernalia used to make a boat go. He'd tease Laith about it privately, usually to get a rise out of him which lead to him subduing Laith and fucking him.
After the first week of work, Mr. Grant handed both Tack and Laith a small manilla envelope, and complimented them both, "It's nice to have such hard working and responsible young men at the marina this summer." Laith and Tack both thanked him as they put the envelopes in their pockets. When they got home, Tack followed Laith into his room and sat in the large wooden chair near his bed, watching Laith change into workout gear as he usually did, because they typically went to the gym after work. Tossing his pay envelope on the dresser, Tack observed the action and said, "Hand that to me." Smiling, Laith said, "What do you mean?" Looking serious, Tack said "that's mine, now give it to me boy." Tack's cold seriousness sent a chill down Laith's spine. As Laith retrieved the envelope, he wanted to explain, "In the summer, i try not to take any allowance and use what i make to pay my own way." Tack nodded and explained, "I'll pay your way as i see fit. You can earn allowance from me." "How?" Laith inquired. "Serving my needs" Tack answered without a smile. Laith felt himself getting mind-fucked hard, and he couldn't pretend he didn't like it. "What do i get paid the most for?" he asked. "Pornos" his Master answered quickly. "What is the most frequent task you'll need me to perform" Laith requested, hoping the answer was blow jobs. "Hand washing my underwear and jocks" was the surprise response that Laith didn't expect. "Really?" Laith asked seeming insulted. Stepping towards the chair, Laith said, "You really expect me to hand wash your dirty shorts?" Tack retorted, "That's all you're good for bitch." Gaining his courage Laith spat out "Fuck you" with a painful glare. Tack was on him in no time. Before he knew it, Laith was pinned to the floor, Tack's hand across his neck showing his inferior who wielded the power. As Laith choked, his dick got incredibly hard and he squirmed as Tack glared angrily into his eyes, and as soon as Tack let him breathe again he began to beg his Master, "Please fuck me, please Tack fuck me. Take my ass." Tack couldn't help but bite into Laith's neck, chewing on the perfectly formed muscle striations underneath Laith's silky smooth skin, and as Tack ripped off Laith's shorts and plunged his cock into Laith, he used his mouth to cover Laith's own, and his tongue to quench and stifle Laith's screams. As Tack began to pound his boy, Laith wrapped his legs around Tack's tight powerful waist and moaned and as Tack removed his lips from Laith's, Laith began to whisper to Tack, "Yours, all yours, always yours Master" as Tack slammed into him a last few powerful times making a huge deposit in his boy.
As Tack dismounted, Laith remained hungry as he grabbed Tack by the foot and began to eat it worshipfully, rubbing his calf and working his way up Tack's body. Like a starved castaway his aggression surprised himself as well as Tack as he devoured Tack's body and pressed his face deep into Tack's ass and moaned consistently as his own dick leaked like a hose. Digging at his hole, Laith managed to get Tack hard again and this time Tack settled into a chair and a long slow blow job to rebuild his store of cum before Laith nursed it out of him, swallowing once again. As Laith kneeled between Tack's legs, he could see his slut needed something more, so using his foot he pressed Laith back onto the floor and onto his back so he was now looking up at his Master above him. Squatting to place his knee on the shaft of Laith's cock he extended his opposite foot back to stabilize his body and position, and as he lifted his arms into a double bicep pose it made Laith's Alpha boyfriend look like a God above him. As Tack worked his flex, and used his knee to dominate and batter Laith's cock below him, he instructed, "Look up and worship a man faggot. Look at me and see what you beg for and need to focus your life and give you purpose. Who is your Master boy?" As Laith began to babble praise, loyalty and servitude to his king, his dick throbbed and spasmed and dropped a huge load, all over his cut abs, causing Tack to smile and snicker, "All fuckin' mine."
Shortly afterwards at the gym, Laith looked at himself in the mirror and saw the bruises Tack left on his neck and throat and while smiling thought `I'll have to keep these covered for a few day'. Laughing to Tack and motioning to the damage he created, he suggested, "we'd better go out for pizza tonight instead of dinner with the family."