Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2024 05:01:11 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 45 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 45 I woke up on President's day a hollow shell. Bax had dropped me at my room and i immediately went to sleep. I could still smell the dish soap on my skin and i longed to be back on Long Island again before all of this happened. I got up, got dressed and went over to Bax's room and kneeled in front of his door quietly. People walked by wondering what the hell i was doing. The commotion in the hall made Bax finally open his door where he saw me kneeling obediently waiting for him. Looking he smiled, and pulled me into his room and closed the door. "Fuck faggot, You're a mess, aren't ya?" "I'm your slave waiting to serve you Master" i spoke clearly and without emotion. His roommate looked over as he heard what was unfolding and asked, "do you guys need some alone time?" Bax responded, nah man, we're going over to his room. Then he sent me back to my room and said he needed to shower and would be over soon. I sat blank in my room for half an hour before Bax walked in while talking on the phone, "Yeah, his room. We're ready. Let me know when you're here." We sat quietly for a while and Bax's phone dinged. C'mon fag. Walking downstairs and to the parking lot, Laith's white Rover was waiting for us. I was beyond reactions now, but if i wasn't i would have been happy to see Laith because he made me feel safe, but then seeing Tack in the front seat, i would have felt afraid again. Bax, Jason and I sat in the second row, and Greg was in the cage in the back. Getting in the car we headed North until we exited the highway and weaved our way to the water and Laith's house in Marblehead. Pulling around back, they all unloaded and went into the garage and upstairs to the service quarters on the second floor. I remained frozen in the backseat. Bax came back to the car and told me to come in. When i climbed the stairs I saw the bench we used the last time we were there. I wished it was that time again. As they moved around doing things, i simply kneeled and waited for instructions. Laith pulled Bax aside and asked, "What the fuck man? She's a mess." Bax nodded, "Yeah, last night fucked her head, but she's halfway there. Kinda where Greg was that weekend at Tack's". Laith looked at Bax again and commented, "You think he'll make it?" Bax replied, "I'm not taking anything less than a completely hollowed out bitch slave like you got man." Laith laughed and nodded, "Tack has a talent for it turning them." Strapping me onto the bench again, they put Greg on his knees on the floor. Both of us were naked, and everyone was in the process of stripping. The men lined up around Greg as they took turns using his mouth to get hard. Jason rooted around in the bag they brought and pulled out a cat-o-nine-tails whip. He walked in front of me swinging it threateningly, and i wondered what had happened to change him so much. Taking up a position beside me he began to whip me, moderately at first and then very hard while the men watched me get destroyed by Jason. He continued a while before switching to the cane which stung so much more and broke the skin. When he was using the cane he had set questions to ask. Who's bitch are you, Who do you serve?, Who are your Masters? What are you? What is your life's purpose? He would ask those questions repeatedly in between each blow to my back and body until i was crying uncontrollably, hoping i would pass out. Finally he stopped and moved in front of Greg kneeling on the floor. "Get it wet for your old bitch's cunt" he said. I thought to myself, `How could i be in this situation, the most docile boy in our school has been turned into the most evil by a man like Tack. I accepted that this submissive boy was going to rape me after brutally beating me, and I allowed myself to be completely hollowed out by him as he stood behind me and rammed his cock into me, taking whatever will, pride and ego i had left. After the deed had been done by Jason, the guys rotated between Greg and i for an hour or two using us until there was literally nothing left. On the ride home, i shared the third row in the dog cage with Greg. Back on campus, Laith dropped Bax and I off. After pulling away, i pleaded with Master Brian, "Please Master, don't leave me alone tonight. I need you near me. PLEASE Master." Bax grinned, "Yeah, whatever fag, I'll be over in 20 minutes. I have to do a few things first. It was really late, and Sam was asleep when i walked into the room. I turned a small desk lamp on as. i pulled off my shoes and laid on my bed quietly, just holding on and waiting for my Master to arrive. Master Bax walked in about half an hour Later and turned the lights on. Sam woke up and rubbed his eyes as he tried to figure out what was going on. "Hey Sam" Bax greeted jovially, "Sorry about tonight, but I'm staying over here, ok?" As soon as my Master seated himself on the edge of my bed i kneeled on the floor next to his feet and held onto his leg like a small child afraid to be abandoned. Then laughing, Bax said, "my bitch needs me." Becoming more alert, Sam observed both of us more clearly now. "What's going on with you guys? Shit greg, you look wrecked, what happened to you? Where have you been since Friday? Bax laughed more, "He's been pledging a kind of unique fraternity and it's kinda been hell week, if you understand what i mean." Sam looked confused as he saw me sitting childlike at Bax's feet. Bax focused on me. "Shoes, sox, worship", he commanded simply as he leaned back propping his head up on pillows while I got to work. I removed his boots and socks and pushed his toes into my mouth as i sucked on them needily and worshipped him. His feet had become a constant to sustain me. Focusing on serving such a perfect man made me feel full rather than ravaged. "Is he gonna be alright?" Sam asked sounding concerned. Bax assured, "He'll be fine, just ...... different from now on. He'll have less discretion, and more ......... `dedication' i think is the best word." Sam looked confused. Bax tried to clarify, "Look, he's just not a man any more. And he's got no free will or direction." Sam's look was still one of disbelief. "Fuk, the simplest way to put it is that, he's my property." Bax explained. Sam laughed, still as confused as before. "Geez, i gotta do everything" Bax mumbled. "Push your foot out here." "What the fuk are you talking about man, i'm not gay." Shaking his head, Bax quipped, "It has nothing to do with being gay, it's just your fucking foot. He might as well be a cocker spaniel. The only thing that matters to him is obedience and punishment. Now.... stick your foot out." As he did, Bax pointed and I immediately moved to his foot and began worshipping it, kissing it, and licking between the toes. That's when he felt the tickle of my tongue and yanked back and pulled his foot away. "Here, let me show you" Bax proceeded, standing up and unzipping, pulling the head of his cock out through his fly. "Ready faggot?" he half-asked as i formed a firm o-ring around the head of his cock. Relaxing his body he commanded, "Swallow". It took Sam a second to realize I was swallowing mouthfuls of his piss as he watched my mouth and adams apple sweep his hot piss into my throat and gulp it down to my stomach. "Fuk, that's sick Bax" Sam observed, not sure if he was grossed out or not. "This is what he is now" Bax explained, Sam definitely not able to process the whole `big picture' yet.