By Piglett

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely a coincidence.

All rights reserved. Reproduced with the permission of the author.

© 2026 BikerPig@ntlworld.com

Chapter 1

Monday 16th

Ear hoops and ball Straps.

I had been to the gym and had a good session with my personal trainer being introduced to three new exercises. My shoulders were enjoying being used more robustly. I was enjoying my new gym and found that it was a relaxed place with a good mixed crowd. It was the only local gym to open at 6am. I had only been going for a few weeks and was getting into the new routines well. I left and slow jogged home. I dropped of my bag and put some shopping away. It was a beautiful cold sunny morning. I didn’t want to start work again and decided to go for a walk to the wetlands and then back through the nature reserve. They are down the road from my house and by the reservoirs for East London. I put on a warmer anorak and set off down Forest Road. I was wandering rather than my usual brisk walking pace and enjoying the sunshine. I wandered down the slight hill leaving the buildings behind and watched the sunlight dancing across the surface of the water in the five main reservoirs.

There were some Thames Water guys doing some maintenance on the other side of the fence. I saw one of them had large hoop stretchers in his ears and a septum piercing in his nose. He looked up and I smiled. He waved me over, so I stopped and looked through the palisade fence.

“I saw you looking at my nose ring and I noticed your ball weight under your joggers,” he said.

I grinned and asked: “Do you usually look at guys crotches mate?” I laughed. “It’s not a weight today as its too cold it’s a strap. So tell me about the hoops?”

He took out his phone and tapped the screen he held it up through the fence. “Put your number in and I will WhatsApp text you later handsome. I got to get this team going now, maybe we could have a drink or something?”

“You have beautifully mischievous eyes mate.” I tapped my number in and handed it back to him.

He laughed turning away. I resumed walking and enjoyed the morning. It takes about two hours to walk across the East London marshes and back to my house. I felt a bit of a bounce in my step thinking about the oddest of encounters.

I got home and sorted out my gym bag and put stuff in the washer. I went upstairs to my dressing room and put a few things back in it and popped it onto the shelf. I made a coffee and wandered into my study. I opened my work laptop and logged on and waited. My P.A.’s face appeared. She was smiling.

“Hi Rupe,” she said.

“Hi Doll,” I replied.

“All fine?” she asked.

“Yes thanks.”

“Your partners’ meeting has been moved from this Friday to the twenty third.”

I looked through my diary. “I can only do the afternoon then, at the same place or not?”

“I will let them know and yes.”

“Is everybody happy with my absence so far Doll?”

“I think so, nobody has moaned so far. How are you coping?”

“More good days and fewer bad ones now fortunately. I miss him and I can’t do anything about that,” I said. I smiled.

“Good Rupe, now all you need is to find another cutie and you will be fine.”

I waved; she waved back and was gone. I got busy doing emails. I wandered to the kitchen and made a coffee.

I finish the last task of today and close the laptop. I am hungry. I go to the kitchen open the fridge take out the fresh pasta and get a pot of source from the cupboard and start preparing supper. I grab an avocado from the bowl and half it taking the pit out. I dollop a bit of Hellmann’s mayo on each half and start eating. The water for the Tagliatelle is boiling and I put it in and put some sauce in a pot and microwave it. I drain the pasta and pop it in a bowl putting the sauce over it. I grab a spoon and fork and walk into the dining room, sit and eat it. I put the things into the dishwasher set it going and go to sit down and finish my book.

My phone vibrates. I put down my book and look. I open WhatsApp and read the text. It’s from BSB it vibrates again and a picture pops in.

“Hi Boy, I just finished work. I will send you a pic,” he wrote. “It is the reservoir guy. And here is my address Riverhead Close, just of Blackhorse Road. Send me and my address to a friend, so they know where you are and come round Boy. I want to talk with you.”

I pressed the video chat icon.

“Evening Boy. I just want to talk. No strings,” he said. He smiled and is so cute.

“What do I call you?” I asked.

“Tim or Sir.”

“Ok, I will hop in the car and be there shortly. This is a bit weird for me.”

He grinned. “Well it’s not normal for me either.”

“Would you mind if I call you Boss and not Sir?”

“Sure. I am going to put the kettle on so get ur ass over here.”

“Milk no sugar please Tim,” I said. I beamed him a grin.

“Ok. I am the last unit on the right with a green Volvo outside. Park next to it. Bye Boy.”

I grabbed my bum bag and car fob, put on a fleece, slipped my trainers back on and locked the door behind me. I tapped the post code into the satnav and got moving. The journey time says nine minutes. It drops to four once I clear the junction. I saw the Volvo and reversed in next to it.

I got out and locked the car. The door opens and Tim is standing smiling. I put out my hand and we shake.

“That’s a bit formal isn’t it Rupe,” he said.  He walked inside saying: “Come in Boy. Push the door to and I won’t lock it so you can leave anytime you want.”

“You’re very careful and sensible. Oh and I did as you said. He wants a call in a few minutes ok?”

“Sure Boy.”

I followed him and we ended up in a kitchen diner with a glass wall looking out over a garden and a view of the reservoirs that is stunning.

“Great view, kool garden,” I said.

He poured the tea out, put milk in and put them on the table. He held out his arms inviting a hug. I obliged.

“You are a big fucker Boy,” he said.

I smiled. He pointed at the mug and pointed to a chair. He pulled his sideways from the table. I turned mine to face him. I lifted the mug up and said “Cheers.” I took a sip. “Good tea. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome Boy.”

“So why did you want to chat?” I asked.

“I don’t know I just went with my dick, he swelled up when you looked at me.”  He smiled and took a sip of his tea.

“Kool Tim, you have a perceptive dick,” I said. I grinned and giggled.

He smiled. “Rupe, tell me about you please?”

“There is not much to tell. I’m a widow, he died suddenly of a heart attack. Then lockdown happened and I collapsed with a burst duodenal ulcer I got sorted up at Whips Hospital with two operations. Got going again during lock down. Did too much work stuff to keep busy. I got a small tech company. I rebuilt my life and am back at the gym three mornings a week. I am sitting having tea with a cute man.”

“So what’s your story Tim?” I asked.

“I am a widower too. He died three years ago. He was my slave, I trained him, we were in love and it was great and I miss him terribly. I am a water treatment engineer and work for a big global company sorting out stuff. We bought this house together and I stayed after he died. I am a local. I saw a big handsome man who is now drinking my tea.”

He sat quietly, sipping his tea and staring into his mug. He has tears rolling down his face. I put my tea down and went over and knelt between his legs and held him. Then I started blubbering too. We calmed down and he pushed me away a bit. I sat back on my legs. He handed me a mug saying, “Put it on the table boy.”

I did so.

“While you’re down there you might want to clean my boots.”

I slid down on his boot and started to lick the moist clay off the uppers. He is moving about on his chair. I looked up and saw him undoing his shirt.

“Head down and lick that boot boy.”

I got licking again soon the upper is clean. I got up saying: “I am getting a teaspoon Boss to get the gravel out of the treads.”

I grabbed one from where he was making tea. I saw him sitting there, shirt open showing a hairy, tattooed, muscled body, pierced nips and a bulge in his work trousers. I got back on the floor laying down and worked the treads digging out the gravel and stones from in-between them. I made a neat pile of them, rolling over I lifted his leg pushing his thigh up from just above his knee. I got under it and lowered it and put both hands round his ankles and got to work cleaning his boot sole. I gave the join of the upper and sole a last good clean and put it back down onto the floor. I looked up and saw his hard cock, our eyes met and he looked at his cock. I crawled over and sniffed his cock then slid him down my throat swallowing a lot to get him deep in me. I slid up and off and pulled his foreskin back and licked his dick head smelling him as I do.

“Good stink Boss,” I said.

I worked his cock head and swallowed him down. He put his fingers under and onto my forehead.

“Head up boy.”

I lifted my head and looked at him. He shot a wad and smiled. I grinned.

“You look great boy, there’s a mirror in the hall, go look.”

I got up and went to look. I started laughing. I walked back and knelt down and picked up the pile of debris and asked where his rubbish bin is, he tells me it’s under the sink. I threw the pebbles and crap away and licked the floor clean and got up, sat and finished my tea.

“Thanks for the tea Boss,” I said. I smiled.

He got up, closed his trousers at the top, took my mug and his and got busy making tea.

“You’re a good pig boy.”

“Thanks Boss. It is such a good ‘I just want to chat’ evening; eh Boss?”

He laughed. “Well, you enjoyed it I noticed.”

“How about a drink tomorrow at about fourish, in the container place just round the corner from St James Street station. I’ll meet you outside by the bike racks.”  He put the mug down next to me and sat down.

“Thank you Tim. It has been years.”

“You’re welcome Rupe, for me too.”

“I think we should swap medical histories this week. I am at the Mortimer Market clinic.”

“So am I and yes it’s best to check first. Tim does this mean we are having an affair, or a fling, or what? I have to say I do not love you but you are irresistibly cute,” I said. I smiled.

“Thanks Rupe. You’re a fucking hot big pig yourself and handsome too. Do you have any tats or piercings, apart from your ears?”

“No tats and only my ears Tim. So was your partner pierced and tattooed too?” I asked.

“Rodger was eventually. He kept pestering me about it. We talked it through and we made a bargain. He would get the fit body I wanted for him and he would get the tats and piercings he wanted but I would have to approve. His Dad was Turkish and his Mum was English. He was a fur ball. So warm and great to cuddle. It took us a bit over five years to get him the way we wanted. I enjoyed having a gym buddy too.”

He looked into his mug and sipped from it.

“Michael did not approve of tats or piercings. I got earrings when I was seventeen. He did approve of gyms though. I had several personal trainers over many years. I was kept fit and healthy. Now that he’s gone I have realised I have to keep going. It was a shock.”

“That must have been hard to cope with Rupe,” he said.

I nodded. “And for you as well Tim. It must have been difficult too.”

He looked into his mug and then looked back at me.

“Rupe, if you want a scene with signals and safe word stuff I am your man.”

“Thank you Tim, a kind offer.”

“Rupe I am not kind but I am a good top.”

I nodded. “I’ve always liked being tied or restrained. I am a born masochist and sub but I am not a slave naturally.”

“Rupe, who trained you and for what?”

“Tim that can wait till we have a drink. If you don’t mind we have both been upset about our pasts; let’s just stay in the now, ok.”

He grinned. “Sensible and I agree Rupe.”

“Good, I know it is time I was going. Thank you for a most unusual evening and a lot of fun too.”

He stood up and held out his arms. We hugged.

“I agree about this evening I enjoyed it a lot, thanks Rupe. I think you are a good guy too.”

I nodded, he turned and walked out towards the door. He opened it and stepped outside. He laughed.

“What Tim?”

“Great car boy, just like mine but different.”

I nodded and smiled. “Rest well cute man.”

I got in and drove away.

I got home, showered, got into bed, hugged a pillow and fell asleep.

To be continued …

Metal would like to welcome the author, Piglett, to the Prison Library and thank him for this story, which he says is based on his true experiences. This lengthy story will appear in many parts over the coming days and weeks. Be sure to leave comments.