Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2024 08:23:52 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 48 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 48 Tack was true to his word that he would ride that thoroughbred until he was raw. After the first long battle to defeat Laith, the following battles piled up quickly as Laith fell faster and faster and harder and harder to his new Alpha. It was past 2 AM when Tack finally let Laith collapse on the floor next to him, while he laid on the couch. Picking a short clip that showed him slamming into Laith while Jason simultaneously railed Greg as both of the boys screamed, Tack cut it and snap chatted it to Melanie, as he smiled, then he set his phone to silent, turned over and fell asleep. Tack woke up to 14 messages from Melanie, 5 on snap chat, but as he didn't respond she moved to texting and left nine there as well, and called twice. He smiled big time and laughed to himself as he opened his phone in the morning, his hand drifting down to run across the side of his new slave as he laid asleep on the floor. He read through Melanie's series of shocked, then curious, then kitten-like texts, until she finally revealed herself as a full-on slutty whore pleading for attention. Tack tapped out another message on snap, including a pic from late in the night, of Laith looking completely wiped out, his face impaled on Tack's cock. Tack's identity indiscernible from the picture, but Laith's flawless features presented perfectly. Melanie responded almost instantly with her ever consistent curiosity. `How did you do that? I can't believe it.' Then more playfully, `What are you doing to all of my ex-boyfriends?' `Cum over and find out', Tack invited. Responding quickly, but still wanting to seem less than desperate, she asked `What time?' as if she wouldn't be available any time Tack told her to be there. 1:00 he replied, knowing how hungry she already was for his brand of alpha masculinity in a world full of weak males. Tack let Laith sleep as Jason and I went about chores for Alpha Master Tack. Depleted from the X, Laith finally began to come around at 11:00. Tack was going through an intense workout, still flying high on adrenaline, using the weight bench in the corner near Greg's cage. As Laith stood up, Tack walked over to him, his body slick with sweat and his muscles pumped from the workout wearing only a pair of Laith's training pants. Laith was not used to feeling this way, with so many of his bodies' natural stores having been depleted from the X. He still felt tired and groggy, but he also was no longer feeling that magical sexual influence from the drug. "You drugged me" he spat lethargically. "Come on Laith, i only gave you something to take down the walls and let you be what you really are." "Fuck you" he replied wearily as he rummaged around for his things. Now whispering, Tack explained getting up close, "Laith, you aren't going anywhere right now. Go get a shower and the slaves will get you something for breakfast". "Fuck you" he repeated as he continued collecting his things. Grabbing Laith powerfully and painfully by the shoulder, Tack showed him over to the couch and sat him down, placing his sweaty musky body right next to Laith's. Normally Laith would go into fight mode if someone tried to manhandle him, and fists would be flying, but he was feeling weak and vulnerable now, and Tack was starting to cause an obedience in him. Tack was so un-fatiguable. He was like an unrelenting force that seemed harder and harder to fight every day. As Tack pushed him around a little, he thought, `just this time because I'm really tired'. "I need to show you a few things before you go", Tack informed his former friend. Opening his phone he scrolled through pictures, video clips and audio of Laith showing himself to be a totally submissive cunt for Tack over the course of 14 hours the day before. In many he looked like a strung out hooker desperate to service a stud. Any sense of his power was completely gone after watching the evidence. Laith was stunned, frozen as his mind had to process the control Tack had over him. "I can't do this Tack, i can't. I'd rather be dead.", he threatened. Smiling, Tack reassured, "it won't be so bad, you'll see. You just have to get used to it", he grinned. "And remember, you don't go anywhere or do anything without my permission unless you want mummy and daddy to find out about your performances." Laith got more angry than sad with this news, that is until Tack informed him while getting up and beginning to return to the workout bench, "But now you have to get cleaned up and ready for Melanie to get here." With this latest staggering blow, the veneer cracked hard and Laith began to crumble before Tack's eyes. "I can't stay here. I can't. You know I can't". Even in his exhausted state Laith's adrenaline spiked and he started pacing, behaving like a trapped animal he had to get free, get out, get away from this. Tack could see his desperate energy, and tried to sooth him back into a controlled state. "It's ok. Melanie is fine with it." Tack said making Laith realize he could survive this devastation. "What does Melanie know?" Laith begged. "Sit down next to me and we'll talk." Tack offered. Laith resisted and Tack simply pointed to the couch. When Laith sat, Tack draped his right arm over Laith's shoulder and Tack's athletic sweaty scent washed over him, and though he hated his reaction they both saw Laith's dick jerk in his boxers. Smiling again, Tack lifted his phone to show Laith the 20 second clip he sent to Mel, and the veneer finally shattered. Laith began to sob openly for his new Master, acknowledging his powerlessness, weakness and impotency. His body shook, he leaned into himself and tried to hold back the really loud cries in favor of weeping quietly in front of his Alpha Master. Tack had expected to build up a mountain of cum for Melanie, but this was too good to pass up he thought, as he stood and positioned himself in front of Laith. He slid the trainers down and stepped out of them, taking a wide stance, his body ripe from yesterdays fuckings and this mornings intense sweaty workout, He looked down and convinced Laith, "Your only way through, your only survival is by serving me. You'll do it willingly LAITH SHAW, and you will belong to me. Do you understand?" Laith's tank was empty and he had nowhere to get reserves. As Tack slid his left hand around the back of Laith's neck, he pulled Laith's face to his sweaty alpha reeking groin and now hard cock. Then, he used his right hand to pick up his phone, switch it to video and start recording. As Laith began to accept Tack's cock deep in his throat, Tack got a powerful rhythm going, using Laith's head and mouth for his selfish interests. The cocksucking skills Laith gained yesterday came back automatically today, and Laith felt more of his old self disappear. "Melanie is going to love this, i mean seeing it up close and personal, ya know?" He alternated between choking his sub, loving the way that felt, and the distress it caused; but he also loved stabbing Laith's throat-hole with the head of his cock and using his club like a battering ram in his mouth. "And i don't take owning you lightly either" he teased. I'm proud to have you as my beta, proud enough to let all of my buds know. That sounds good, right?" Seeing the total destruction, control and the strong promise of total ownership of Laith, it didn't take long for Tack to drown Laith's tonsils in his cum as his boy choked and sputtered while he continued to pound his throat throughout the climax. "Yeah slut, swallow your Master's baby makers and be proud to serve me you pig", he grunted. After a minute of coming down and allowing Laith's mouth to collect the last drops of his potent seed, Tack demanded, "Go get a shower and some breakfast." "Don't worry, we'll work out the details for you as my property", Tack promised as he pointed towards the bathroom. Slipping his training pants back on, he moved back to the weight bench and proceeded to build his body up more. Once Laith had showered and had something to eat, Tack whispered something in Jason's ear and he disappeared upstairs, returning a minute later with a small bottle. Making a head motion towards Laith, Jason approached him and spritzed his chest without warning using a liquid that turned out to be a flowery perfume that Jason snagged from Tack's mother's bedroom. Laith had lost the fight as he realized immediately that this was part of the humiliation he would be required to live as Tack's property. Strutting over to Jason's duffle bag on the floor, Tack came back twirling a pair of pale baby blue American Apparel briefs that looked unisex and very emo. Handing them to Laith, he stood there saying nothing as his former friend finally did what he knew he must and put them on. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Tack locked eyes with Laith and ordered, "Get the door bitch", then he turned to Jason and I. He told me to film everything, but not to be intrusive unless he gave me specific instruction. He told Jason to wait for his cue and to be ready. Then, Tack walked over to the laundry piled on the floor and dug out a dirty jock that was stained and grungy as fuck. Dropping the bespoke training pants, he pulled on the dirty athletic supporter. When Tack turned around he saw Melanie standing next to Laith wearing tight jeans and a top that he thought would be easy to remove. He remarked, "pretty couple. Nice looking. You guys should date?" Melanie couldn't help but to keep looking back at Laith's feminine briefs. "Do you like the way she looks and smells?", Tack insulted. Seeing Melanie reminded all of us that despite her trance-like infatuation with Tack, she was a cool girl who is smoking hot. Feeling out of place was not her thing, but seeing Tack's power seemed to be making her a little cautious. "I think Laith looks ......... fine", she replied. "Maybe a little tired, but fine" she affirmed. "Yeah, I think so too" Tack agreed. What do you want to drink? "Just water" she said, and Tack lead them to the couch. "Jason, bring my guests some water", Tack instructed his #1 slave, as he sat Melanie between him and Laith on the couch. He kept his eyes on her, watching where she focused her attention, and what she responded to. Jason offered everyone a bottle of water, and taking one, Laith seemed to notice the bottle caps were still tightly affixed and the seal not broken. It was completely obvious as the three sat there that all of Melanie's attention was directed towards Tack. Even though he hadn't showered since yesterday morning, and his body wreaked of sex and sweat, and he was wearing a filthy old jock, it was obvious that his hard muscled grungy body and mischievous face was getting all of her attention and some of Laith's as well, as the three made uncomfortable conversation about nothing specific. Noticing and pointing this out, Tack said "since you don't have any interest in Laith, lets put him to better use." Looking at Laith, he instructed, "My feet!" Looking into Tack's eyes as Melanie watched Laith, Tack bore through Laith's head with his eyes, conveying his seriousness. Knowing punishment for public disobedience would be severe, Laith lowered himself to the floor and began to kiss the tops of Tack's feet. As it went on, Laith felt a tiny bit of safety in serving Tack, a safety he had been missing for the last two days. There was relief in it and he accepted the relief and safety, even embraced it a little, and he allowed himself to openly serve Tack's feet in front of Melanie. Melanie couldn't stop herself now as she witnessed Tack's total Alpha prowess. A junior taking down the biggest senior stud in the school. She could feel herself getting wet and she found it impossible not to touch and rub against Tack's hard muscular body. "You want me baby, don't ya?", Tack said matter-of-factly to her. She just moaned as she let her hands slide over his legs moving towards his groin. Taking her by the wrists he prevented her from having freedom with his body. "Slut, tell me what you want, don't be shy." She moaned again, as she tried to redirect her hand towards her cunt now, because it must have been aching. Tack stopped her from moving to pleasure herself, controlling her access to both of their bodies now. "Good boy" he praised Laith as his sub continued to worship his Master's dirty soles and lick between his sweaty toes. Tack simply smirked while holding her in purgatory. Melanie was totally frustrated with Tack, because she could not use her charms on him. She was good at manipulating people, and even better at sexually manipulating them, but Tack was even less susceptible than Laith, and Laith had always been tough for her to influence. She realized Tack was in a class of his own, and that made her even wetter. "What do you want?" he whispered. "I want to see things, feel things" she admitted. Laughing he said, "Good. So hold my hand" he told her. "When i say something that you want to experience, squeeze my hand. The harder you squeeze, the more I know you are interested." She smiled and leaned into Tack. She tried to kiss him but he wasn't allowing her access. "Back to the exercise slut" he ordered as she pouted. "And don't pout whore, it's not a good look for you." he admonished. "Worshipping me" he said, she squeezed. "Servicing my cock", she squeezed. "Getting fucked by me", she squeezed. "Getting fucked by Laith", she didn't squeeze and he laughed adding, "Just kidding, i know you don't wanna get fucked by a faggot" he teased as she smiled. "Watching Laith suck my dick", she squeezed. "Watching Laith get fucked by me", she squeezed so totally hard. "Watching Laith suck someone other than me", she squeezed hard, and it seemed that Laith stopped his work on Tack's feet. Looking down, Tack proclaimed, "Back to it bitch, you don't decide anything anymore, you just do what i say", to which Laith resumed his service. "Watching Laith get fucked by someone else", she was tentative at first, and then giving in she squeezed really hard. "Why don't you join your boyfriend there and get things started" he offered. "Open season to worship me" he added smiling. Melanie moved right to his chest, running her lips over his torso and her hands over his abs. When she moved towards his lips he redirected her. "Not yet whore." "Feel free to switch it up fag" he told Laith. I was getting great footage of the feast on Tack's body by these two hungry sluts. As Tack lifted an arm over his head, Melanie adventured into his pit tentatively and ran her tongue across, tasting his sweat and experiencing his scent. Tack used his hand to force her pure and pristine face into his grungy pit and soil her body, mind and spirit as she learned to better worship Tack and become more of a whore for him. As Laith moved up Tack's legs he was moaning trying to get access to Tack's ass. Moving them to the carpet, Tack positioned Laith on his back, then Tack sat on Laith's facing as he looked towards Laith's feet. Positioning Melanie on Laith's powder blue briefs, she resumed her worship of his torso and pits as Laith ate his musky sweaty ass, cleaning it out and paying respect with his tongue. Sliding his hand behind her neck, Tack pulled Mel down to his cock and she rubbed her face all over his dirty jock before he pulled the band below his balls and she took his cock into her mouth. Bringing it between her soft lips as she worked the head with her tongue, she felt a squirt of pre and smiled as she got drugged by his alpha stink. Before long she was deep throating him aggressively, and Tack observed, "Two greedy hungry bitches." Raising his hand and snapping his fingers, we were prepared for Tack's sign. I moved in for closeups while Jason came out wearing the bright blue jock he looked so good in. "Wait for me babe" Tack said, enticing Melanie to be patient for a minute. Flipping Laith onto all fours, and kneeling in front of him, locking his head between his bicep and oblique, he leaned forward and purred into Laith's ear, "This is gonna happen faggot, whether you like it or not. We can do this the easy way or not, but i'll hurt you." As Jason settled in behind Laith, rubbing his jock covered cock up and down Laith's crack, Laith tried to buck and pull away. Grabbing Laith's arm on the side he was holding him on, Tack bent the arm and pulled it up his back applying a painful hammerlock as Laith continued to buck. "Please NO Tack, for god sakes Tack, not him. Not that fag please", Laith begged choking out another sob. Tack laughed, "You like my boy Jason, don't ya? I thought you did Laith. See, Jason can't. fuck a man cus he's just a sub pussy like you, so he has to screw a total faggot like you. You're ok with that, aren't ya? For me, c'mon, you understand, right?" Laith sobbed quietly while Tack looked for me, making sure i was filming. I gave him the thumbs up sign again to indicate I wasn't missing anything. Looking at Jason, Tack nodded, and Jason slid his jock to the side freeing his ample dick, then slapping it against Laith's perfect ass, he dribbled spit down on it and pumped it before lining the head up with Laith's hole. Tack held the headlock and hammerlock on Laith's arm extra tight, and then nodded again, giving Jason the green light. Next Jason drove his cock into Laith's ass and started to bore a new cunt for the former alpha as Laith howled and yelled, and eventually began to sob. The bucking lasted for less than 30 seconds before Laith settled into his fate and Tack stepped off, handing Jason Laith's arm, which he recommended Jason keep pinned up high on Laith's back. Moving behind Melanie and rubbing his dick up and down against her jean covered ass, he pawed her chest, waist and vagina possessively. She swooned as his stink wafted over her and she watched the show in front of her. "Do you know why this is special?", Tack asked. "Why?" she asked, totally curious again. "Because Jason is my slave, right Jason?" "Your number one slave here Master" Jason responded proudly taking the chance to smack down hard on Laith's ass cheek with his free hand. "That's important", Tack continued in a low voice, "because Jason doesn't fuck, he get fucked...... so for him to fuck someone else, well they'd have to be pretty much a low, sad, pathetic sissy, don't you think?" Tack asked, and then loading the deck, Tack reached down and clawed her pussy and repeated, "Don't you think they have to be a pretty pathetic fag?", to which she moaned, "Yes, yeah, so much. You are amazing Tack, but Laith, he just isn't anything anymore" she gasped. Laith began to sob as Jason let go of his arm. Laith's fight was gone. Jason took hold of Laith's tight waist in his two hands and began to pile drive Laith with more power and determination than anything he could ever remember, making Laith into a faggot sissy's slutty whore. Leaning into Melanie, Tack took her by surprise and pushed her to the floor. Now on her back he ripped off her top more easily than even he thought it would come off. Moving aggressively and quickly, he unbuckled her belt and stripped off her jeans in a rush. Leaning over her, Tack placed one hand to the side of each breast and assumed a push up position, his chest and ripped torso on display. He thrust his cock into her soaking pussy and began to pound her hot cunt right next to her ex-boyfriend who wasn't man enough for her. As she wrapped her legs around him and clawed at his chest and abs, desperate for his fuck, he taunted her, "You a slut for me, huh? You my cock whore?" He asked as he slammed her over and over. Her innermost secrets coming out she confessed, "Yes, i wanna be that for you, your dirty little .....", she hesitated, not wanting to say the word about herself. "I can't say no to you, you're too much for me to ever deny. I want that, i need it", she cried out. "Fuk slut, take my hot cock and tell me you're a whore, say it, admit it to me, yourself and your ex turned faggot and say that you're my whore." Melanie had no resistance left as she panted, "Yes, I'm your whore, I'll always be your whore. Nobody else matters" she squealed. Continuing to escalate things, Tack gasped out between pile drives into Mel's pussy, "Tell me how your old boyfriend compares". "Laith is nothing, he has nothing Tack. I need what you give me Tack, and I'll do anything for you, anything" she whimpered under him, as it gave Laith another reason to hate his fate. Master Tack and his Grade A Slave Jason, side by side, proceeded to destroy the two bodies and minds beneath them, as they both simultaneously bludgeoned and wrecked them and unloaded their cum as if they were both dumps. Tack worked for hours to give Melanie everything she'd asked for and could have wished for. By evening when Alpha Master Tack allowed Laith and Melanie to leave, both had been twisted and crafted into something filthy by Tack; something completely accepting of his rare and deviant style of ownership. For both of them, things would never to be the same. Tack Lounged on the couch tapping on his phone while Jason loyally rubbed his Master's feet. I worked on a few things i needed to have ready for school the next morning, before leaving for the train back to campus. I found out later that Tack released some videos to Ash, as well as his close buds at school showing Laith worshipping Tack. He decided not to release anything on Melanie yet, not having a strategy for her at this time. It seemed he was doing a slow release, not flooding the market with information yet, but letting a little data along with rumors create interest for what was going on, before showing anyone a lot of cold hard proof.