Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2024 05:33:30 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - Chapter 29 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. 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 29 The days before my departure for U Mass were challenging. Yeah, I was trying to get packed and ready for the move and to prepare for living on campus and attending college courses, but the fallout from Tack staking Alpha status over me had created a big rift between Greg and Tack and it turned into a showdown between the two of them. I was there when they got into it on the day Master Greg and Laith got back from the beach. Master Greg showed up at the park where Tack, Karson and Ben were horsing around, shooting hoops and hanging out. I was sitting on the small bleachers, because Alpha Master Tack liked when I was there to watch him compete in anything. As I saw him approach, my immediate response was excitement. His skin was tanner, his hair blonder and my heart fluttered when I saw him. Master Greg however was completely focused, cold and uninterested in anything but confronting Tack. "So this is the loyalty you show me?" Master Greg said as he approached the court, shoulders back, tensed like he was fight-ready. Tack spun around, a little surprised but very composed, "Say again Greg?" "Is that how you show loyalty and friendship?" Greg repeated. "I don't know Greg. What's the protocol for when your slave gets raped by someone who isn't their master? How do you square doing nothing about that?", Alpha Master Tack inquired. I could see Greg getting angrier. "What the fuck was that video you made all about? How do you square sending that out?" Greg shot back. "First" Tack replied, "I only sent it to you and Laith, just his Masters. Second, I didn't make it, he did" he said pointing at me. I had to make eye contact with Master Greg as he glanced in my direction, but I knew he didn't want to see me. Then he moved to Tack and got up in his face. "Your days as one of his Masters is over" Greg commanded, turning red. "Listen, you don't have that kind of control, at least not anymore." Tack educated him. "Plus, I'm not starting this fight, remember that! Whatever happens here is on you, not me. I'm just telling you what the deal is. If you don't like it, you can fuck off. At that, Greg charged Tack and took him down to the asphalt of the court. Greg was both bigger and more skilled as a wrestler than Tack. To Tack's credit, he was more ruthless and determined than anyone I had ever met. They rolled for a second, and Greg ended up taking a swing and connecting with the side of Tack's head. Tack grabbed Greg and started rolling again until he was now on top. He sent a right and a left into Greg's head which caused him to lose focus, and then he began to throw punch after punch into his midsection, demolishing his abs and breaking him down. It was a quick defeat as Greg submitted to Tack within less than two minutes. Getting off of Greg, Tack flipped him face down and positioned his ass on Greg's. Putting his right and then left hands under Greg's chin he proceeded to pull back some, then used one hand at a time to pull Greg's arm over each of his knees. Then, he pulled back on Greg's head, locking him into a Camel clutch for everyone to see. "Karson" Tack ordered, "Get my phone off the bench and record this." At first Karson hesitated, but one look at Tack's face and he followed the directions he was given. Becoming brutal now, Tack dragged Greg's head back further and further, forming his body into a "C" shape. I could tell he was fighting with all of his strength not to fold, but he could only hang on for a little while before he broke and started screaming his submissions once again. I wanted to cry at the scene, but a part of me was really turned on as well. Emotionally it was too hard to categorize because so many things were all intertwined in this exchange. "Who is the Alpha?" Tack yelled, while Greg willed himself to stay quiet. Bouncing in his hold and destroying Greg's back and neck more ruthlessly than ever, Tack's voice more quiet and calm this time asked, "Who is the Alpha?" The question hung there as Greg suffered terribly for what seemed like hours but was less than a minute before he quietly submitted through a pained moan, "You're the Alpha". Tack's smile was massive as he encouraged Greg, "One more time for the camera. Who is the Alpha? And use my name." Again, Greg tried to hang on, with Tack punishing him heavily for his courage. Finally he broke, proclaiming, "Tack is the Alpha." Getting off of Greg, Tack stood over him in a double bicep pose, Karson capturing the entire scene on video, and Tack tearing off his shirt and flexing his strong sinewy torso over Greg. Tack's lust still alive, I was shocked and afraid when he flipped Greg's nearly broken body over onto his back, straddled his chest in a school boy and told him, "Open your mouth". I didn't want Greg to suffer anymore. Greg refused, and Tack took his arm and began to twist it, starting with his fingers and then his elbow, he promised to tie it in a knot if Greg didn't open his mouth. With a yelp, I noticed Tack bend down and pour the spit from his lips into Greg's open mouth, again the video capturing all of this. Tack rose triumphantly over Greg and hollered out "YEAH!" Picking up his things and walking over to the bleachers where I was seated, he questioned "Did you like that beta-bitch?" One thing I learned as a slave is that honesty is key, so I replied, "It was hard to watch Alpha Master Tack. It was also hot". Tack Inquired "What was hardest?" "Watching the end of my Master." "And what was hot?, he continued. "Well, you of course" I admitted grinning. "You are such a fucking weak pussy bitch" he said slapping my face moderately. "Now lick my sneakers while we wait for Greg to walk by so he can watch you worship your Alpha" he ordered. It took a few minutes, but Greg finally got up and collected his phone and keys which had fallen out of his pockets during the fight. He ignored Karson and Ben as he collected his things and looked angry and hurt as he walked past us as I served Alpha Master Tack on the bleachers. Tack did not taunt Greg, nor did he hide his victory. He had changed the order of things, and that was just a matter of fact. Alpha Tack took me home with him and stripping down to his dirty jock and sweat socks he allowed me to worship his perfect body and clean all of the sweat and dirt from it with my mouth, lips and tongue. It wasn't long before Tack's phone rang and all I could hear was "yeah, sure. Now's fine. Doors open." Pretty soon after I saw Master Laith walk in the door and I was surprised. "Hey man, how was the summer?" Tack asked as Laith took a seat on a chair near the couch. I was feeling really uncomfortable, as I didn't know what to expect, until Tack instructed me, "Show Master Laith the respect he deserves." I immediately crawled to Master Laith and started worshipping his feet. He was tan, wearing flip flops, shorts and sunglasses and looked as hot as I've ever seen. As I cleaned Master Laith's feet, I listened to him ask about what had happened earlier. Tack's rendition was pretty much a neutral accounting of the facts. Laith was upset with the situation, but he said to Tack, "I don't know what you could have done differently man?" The summary version is that the three of them talked after my experience with Ash. Laith took the lead in getting retribution on Ash, and when Greg said he didn't care, that really rubbed Tack the wrong way. Come to find out that Greg and Ash had some unfinished business, and Greg was avoiding confrontation with Ash, which under the circumstances, Tack thought was pretty cowardly. The whole thing might have amounted to nothing, but Tack decided after using me for a bit that he really liked having a slave. His loss of respect for Greg along with my utter submission to him told him that he was the only one who could be my Alpha. After the majority of their conversation had ended, things heated up a bit with Laith and I, and Laith used my throat good and hard, dumping a load deep in me that made me feel like myself again and calmed me during all of this chaos. When Laith got up to go, I asked both my Masters if I could talk to Master Laith for a minute. Master Laith reluctantly agreed as long as it was in front of Tack. Tack was fine with it. "What faggo?" Laith said impatiently. "Well, a lot has been going on and I just want to make sure that you're ok with everything and that you are not mad at me." Laith responded, "Why? What did you do wrong?" Tack chuckled. "Master, I don't know, I just wanted to make sure you don't think I did something disloyal or disrespectful." Laith chuckled this time. "Bitch, you aren't supposed to be loyal, and you have no respect for yourself so how you gonna be good at understanding how to have it for others. You're supposed to go with the most powerful Alpha that claims you. That's what you did. Game over." Seeing he was impatient, I hurried, "Can I ask one more question?" His reply, "Whaaaaat faggot?" Trying to be quick about it I said, "Will Master Greg be ok?" Turning to leave Laith said, "Who knows" as he walked out the door.