Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2024 14:52:01 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 49 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 49 Laith pulled up to Tack's house, as was decided he would do every morning. Tack and Greg came out, Tack all smiles, Greg looking like a zombie once again. Opening the front door, Tack didn't need to say a word as Melanie got out and jumped into the back seat of Laith's VW, pulling Greg with her, as Tack got into the passenger seat. Tack observed Laith on the trip to school, seeing that he was withdrawn and quiet. He figured that was expected, as Laith needed to adjust. Tack could also see that Laith looked vulnerable and submissive, and Tack knew he'd pried the door open and then ripped it off. Laith had gone from impenetrable, to now being weak and compliant for Tack. Staring at Laith for a minute, Tack admired the beautiful boy he now owned, appreciated his skills, his mind and especially his body. He was completely satisfied with his new property. Walking through the locker halls, Tack didn't care about what was happening with Melanie or Greg. He just wanted Laith standing a few feet obediently behind him as he walked through the halls stopping to talk to people as he made his way to his locker. When he ran into Ben, Jerry and Karson along the way and paused to talk, Laith heeled and waited obediently a few steps behind. Tack had achieved exactly what he wanted with Laith, and was proud of his slave. He was also excited to see what his friends' reactions to Laith would be. He'd shown them the evidence, but he also knew Laith was still a major figure demanding respect in their minds. They all seemed to have big shit-eating smiles, but none of them commented on the obvious. Reaching his locker, Tack visually assessed his boy running his eyes from top to bottom. "What?" asked Laith sadly. "You're gonna be fine boy.", Tack observed while smiling. "Go learn something", he said as he dismissed his submissive. Jay Hunter was the kind of guy whose family made Tack's look like the Brady Bunch. Jay was tall, wiry and strong. His wavy brown hair was unkept and long, and acne prevented most people from appreciating his handsome face and determined eyes. His clothes didn't do anything to upgrade the look as they were always a bad fit, often dirty and mismatched. Jay excelled in shop class and had intelligence, but smarts wasn't valued where he came from, so he didn't care much about studies. "Hey", Jay said greeting Tack as he leaned against the locker next to Tack's. "Out from under your rock again?" Tack asked his much taller classmate. "Ahhh, c'mon man. Why you gotta be that way?" Tack stared at him quietly for a minute and went back to rummaging through his locker. "Word is you have a new toy" Jay mentioned slyly, smirking to his old friend. "I've got lots of toys." Tack said closing his locker and walking away from Jay. As he strode down the hall, he smiled and thought to himself, `oh yeah'. Laith agreed to meet Tack, Melanie and Greg at the rear entrance at 3:30. Showing up a few minutes late, Tack found Laith waiting with Greg, and Melanie was still not there. "C'mon guys, i have to get something from the locker room downstairs", Tack announced. "We're fine to wait here", Laith suggested. "Nah, follow me", Tack ordered. Pleading in a whisper, Laith begged, "Please Master", using that word for the first time to address Tack, he continued, "Please don't. I can't do it Sir." Tack had a tiny bit of sympathy for the former alpha turned slut, but Tack had a job to do. Putting a hand on Laith's shoulder, he led his former friend and now slave downstairs, while continuing to teach him. He questioned, "What am i to you, and what are you to me?" Laith admitted emotionally, "I'm your slave Master Tack. You're my Alpha Sir." Smirking, Tack continued, "Right, and so i have your back, but you gotta do what i say. But then, i take care of you and protect you, so you have nothing to worry about. You see that?" Laith stifled a sob as Tack pulled open the locker room door and pushed Laith in, leading both him and Greg to the farthest corridor of lockers in the back. Of course as expected, Ben, Jerry and Karson were waiting there, all of them looking nervous and anxious and excited all at once. "I thought we'd get reintroduced." Tack announced. "Get everyone reoriented to updates and changes. Shit changes, ya know?", Tack explained scanning everyone with a look that was both serious and sarcastic. Drawing out his words the indomitable Master directed, "Laith, why don't you show everyone some of the new things you learned, starting with my feet." Looking close to tears, Laith dropped to his knees and began to remove Tack's Nikes and peel off his socks before leaning down to start laying kisses on the tops of his feet. In awe, seeing the mightiest of conquerers fall, the three teammates had shock on their faces, seeing positive confirmation of what the picture they'd received last night already showed them. They watched, mesmerized, as a new reality sunk in. Watching it helped them to comprehend just how much had shifted for Laith. Looking at Greg, Tack instructed, "strip bitch and on your knees for my boys." Again in his trance-like mode he followed directions and assumed a kneeling position before his teammates. Tack looked and asked, "What are you waiting for?" to his three friends. Karson look afraid to cross that boundary and Jerry looked curious but patient, after all Greg and Laith were legendary and they were used to protecting that legend. Stepping up, unbuckling his belt, opening his jeans and pulling out his hardening cock, Ben slapped it against his hands twice, before declaring, "Shit changes", and he thrust his cock into Greg's mouth and started fucking his head like a beast. Greg was used to taking it rough and he impressed all three of his teammates in his capacity to perform. Ben's bravado lifted the spirits among everyone there, as the air was more charged with dominant energy. "Ok girl" Tack commanded, "Take off your clothes like your boyfriend here for me. Stand up and do it slowly for me and my buds." Laith wasn't expecting to be objectified, to be made the center of attention, to have to interact in his own humiliation. He so wanted to just be able to keep his head down and disappear. Helping Laith to his feet, Tack prodded, "C'mon girl." Pulling his own sweater over his head, his t-shirt underneath it rode up with it, exposing Laith's ripped core. Tack admired his boy, whistling at how hot he is. Karson laughed a little, starting to loosen up and feel more a part of the pack. Laith pried off his expensive boots and unbelted his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Standing there in just boxers and socks, Tack admired how perfect his slave was and smiled genuinely at Laith for only a second. "You wanna take those off?" Tack asked pointing at his boxer shorts. "I can't do what i gotta do with those on." he explained. Surprisingly, Karson asked for a turn at Greg's mouth and Ben allowed him to rotate in for a turn. Standing in front of his teammate, Karson looked down and said "Suck it good pussy" as he punched his cock into Greg's throat. Laith now naked, except for his socks, got redirected by Tack, "Up on the bench, on all fours. Face me." he instructed as he positioned Laith's ass towards the boys as Tack plunged into his mouth, face fucking his bitch while he watched his guys manhandle and pass Greg around like a slut. Leaning forward, Tack whispered into Laith's ear, "too bad Mel isn't here." After everyone had a turn on Greg's mouth and were going for seconds, Tack spun Laith around on the bench, keeping him on all fours, but now he was facing the guys and Tack was behind him also seeing the same thing that Laith was. His cock wet and lubed from Laith's mucus, Tack lined up his cock with Laith's hole and carefully but consistently drove it into Laith's cunt until he bottomed out. Allowing a few moments for Laith to acclimate, Tack paused before pulling back out and thrusting in harder this time and staying buried while he pushed into his boy to the hilt. Laith's hole belonged to Tack, and everyone could see that. Pulling out again, Tack began a consistent pistoning of Laith's hole and with the discomfort, Laith curled his head under and placed it down on the bench. "Oh no girl. No you don't.", Tack corrected. Grabbing a fistful of Laith's hair he dragged his head back, his face now up as he was looking at his teammates using his former slave's face as a fuck hole. Looking for a reaction, Tack slammed extra hard into Laith a few times, making Laith yelp and cry out, which caused Tack to up his game even more until he was punishing Laith's hole with brutal thrusts as his boy winced from the pain. "Tell them" Tack commanded. Laith moaned and whimpered, but did not speak. "Tell them" he again demanded, bringing a hard slap down across Laith's ass, leaving a huge red handprint. Laith's dignity was destroyed again as he started to babble, "Master Tack is my Alpha. I belong to him and he is my Master" Laith cried. "I live to serve and obey him, he is my lord and i'll do whatever he say. I am his slave." he yelled as his head fell forward and hung as Tack thrust his arm in the air. Redoubling his efforts Tack was intent to wreck Laith's pussy once again, delivering hard slaps to his tender ass to keep his boy alert, as his teammates watched on in fascination as they proceeded to face fuck and deposit record amount of cum into Greg.