By Piglett

Chapter 2

Tuesday 17th

Discovering a shy bondage top Pig.

I wake up with a hard-on. I roll onto my back and have a wank thinking about last evening. I shoot a load onto my tummy. I wipe it off and roll over and cuddle the pillow again and fall asleep. The lights come on and I wake up again. I get up and have a lot of watered-down fresh fruit juice to drink. I get ready to go out shopping. It is a cold bright morning again. I walk to the supermarket and get the things on my list, pay, leave and walk home.

I look up the address and opening times of Metal Morphosis in Covent Garden. I get redressed for the tube and West End. I leave home locking the door behind me. The tube is not busy and soon I get out at Oxford Circus and walk through the maze of old streets to the Seven Dials in Covent Garden. I open the door of the piercing studio and wander in. The lady behind the counter greets me and smiles. I ask if Chas is working today. She tells me she has gone for a coffee and will be back soon. I sit and wait.

Chas comes through the door and is her cheerful melodic self. I stand up.

“Rupe good to see you. What can I do for you?” she asked.

“We discussed putting another pair of rings in my ears with these and I want to make an appointment to get my nose pierced if that’s ok with you?” I replied.

“Sure, let me look at the appointments.”

She gets behind the counter and looks. “I can do your septum in fifteen minutes and I want to look at your ears now please.”

I kneel down and she laughs. I look at her. “What?” I smile.

She grabs a couple of disposable gloves and wanders over. “I just think it is funny you are kneeling and you’re still taller than me.”

She pulls and fiddles with my ear lobes. “Thanks Rupe you can get up now.”

I stand. “I want you to get some weights for those hoops. Go online and find some. The hole is not quite big enough to get another hoop through. I’ll show you.”

She taps her screen and flips it for me to see. “Something like that.”

I look and understand. I nod. “I understood and thank you, but no.”

She gets busy looking in drawers and gets stuff and comes back. She has a little bag. “I got the same gage as your ear hoops and the usual sized one.”  She shows me in the packet. “If I put the wider diameter metal in, it will hurt more when you are pierced but, it can heal with the right size hole to match your ears. Then later you can decide what size rings you want in all three holes.”

I smile. “Yes the right holes, then I can choose a nose ring size to go with my ears, good plan and yes. Thank you. I want all three to be the same.”

“I have to order more rings for the shop so if you come back in a few weeks I can show you sizes and keep them till you are healed. I can also check on the Septum then too. It will be about three months for it to heal properly and well. I can then put your permanent rings in and you can see them and maybe change your mind if you want.”

I nod. “Good plan and yes it is what I want. Seeing and choosing another three may happen but I don’t think so.”

I nod. I pay and we say our goodbyes. I get the tube home and walk slowly from the station. I make some tea and drink it then I go and sit and listen to some music. I fell asleep.

I woke up with a jolt. I look at the clock. It glows 15:32. I got to get my skates on and go meet Tim. I go to the toilet and have a long piss. I adjust my ball strap, clean my teeth and put on a warm jacket wrapping a scarf round my neck. I find my knee pads and put them on under my joggers. I put my bum-bag on. Then check if I have gloves, I do and put on a woolly hat. I check my phone, all is fine. I look in my dressing room mirror I think: “you’ll do.” I look at the time, put my shades on and I skedaddle to the cycle racks and put my foot on the glass posing and wait. I am watching the people on the other side of the road when I hear:

“Gosh you are a tall boy. Good to see you again,” he said.

I smile and put out my hand. He takes it and pulls me towards him. I hug his shoulders. He has me round my waist. I let him go.

He looks wonderfully turned out. Black DM 1460 Pascal Mono’s. Black Levi 501 jeans, a bright red plaid shirt open to the waist and a bright yellow North Face padded jacket, and a bright green woolly hat.

“You look great Tim, you got DM 1460 Pascal Mono’s on they taste great!” I said.

He grins. “Well get down and lick them pig boy.”

I get down quick and start licking his right boot.

“Get up boy now!”

I get up quickly. “What?”

“Everybody is looking at us. Come on boy time for a drink.”

He turns and I see his back left pocket with the tips of hankies sticking up. They are black, yellow and pale blue ones. I smile and follow him. We go upstairs and into one of the bars. It is way warmer indoors.

“What do you want boy?” he asked.

“A bottle of Peroni, no glass please sadistic piss Boss wanting a blow job,” I said. I grin.

He looks shocked and turns bright red with embarrassment. I walk to the bar and say “A big bottle of Peroni please and,” I turn to him and ask quietly, “What drink?”

“Guinness.”

I turn back. “And a Guinness please.”

He smiles and gets the Guinness and puts it down next to the Peroni. I get out my card and tap it to pay.

“Thanks man,” he said. He smiles.

I pick the drinks and wander over to one of the tall stools round a tall table. He sits and I give him his Guinness.

“Cheers,” I said. I gently chink his glass. He is a much better colour now. “Hey Tim, I did not know you are shy, sorry man.”

He smiles. “Thank you for giving me time to recover Rupe, I appreciate it greatly.”

“No worries Tim, I was just reading your hanky code. Is there anything else I should know now before I do another mega gaff?” I asked.

He stares at me. “Yes I stammer when I can’t cope and then run.”

He looks down and his shoulders drop. I lift his head gently. “Relax man and breathe deeply and let it all go.”

He does, and smiles. “There you go, welcome back,” I said. I grin into him and he smiles. I chug down loads of Peroni.

“When I get overwhelmed and panic then I run till I can’t run anymore and fall over.”

I smile at him.

“How do you cope Rupe?”

“I don’t but I am very fit,” I said. I laugh and he joins in. “It is way better now than when I was younger. It is only a few times a year now Tim.”

He grins. He chugs some Guinness down. “May I lick your other boot now please Boss?” I twinkle naughtiness at him grinning.

“If you want to yes.”

I chug the rest of my Peroni and slide down and get licking his left boot. I hear the barman saying, “Good to see you out and enjoying yourself Rupe, do you want another Peroni dear?”

I look up and smile at him. “Thank you Marcus, meet Tim, we met yesterday, he likes Guinness. It is his round.”

I get back to his boot and am in heaven. I am being very careful not to get my nose anywhere near his boot. I get back up and onto the stool.

“Thank you Boss. I have to be careful because I just got my septum pierced today,” I said.

He stares at my nose. “Why did you do that?”

“I wanted to. I’ve wanted to for a long time, and then seeing yours made me go do it.”

Our drinks arrive and Tim taps the pay pod.

“Thanks Markus. You are a star,” he said.

“Tim I want to know all about the hanky code you are displaying and what you want to do with and about me please,” I said.

“You know your code colours pig boy. I am a sadist, a good sadist. I got my buzz from knowing that my slave, Rodger, got what he wanted to feel, pain. In as many differing ways and in as many places as we wanted. Rodger was into pain. So we had a lot of fun together and it was always consensual in its broadest sense. He had a few experiences with bondage before we met but had bad times. He wanted to let me try with him. I’d talk stuff through and he would let me. I have to say he took to bondage like a duck takes to water. For my birthday present he had paid for a new chain collar and booked an appointment to have it welded. He wanted me to take him. I did. He was buried with it on.”

I stood up and hugged him gently but firmly. I stroked him on the back of his head. He felt calmer.

“Thank you Rupe,” he said.

He lifted his bottle and said cheers. I chinked and we both drank.

“Have you hurt anybody like that since Tim?” I asked.

He looked sad. “No and I am not sure I want to either.”

I looked at him very seriously. “Well I’ll be going home now.” I started to move.

He pushed me back onto my seat. I took his hand, twisting it round and held it and stood up. He struggled and I twisted it a bit more. I leant forwards and quietly said, “It is about time you picked on someone your own size man.”

He instantly got angry and started with a tirade of verbal abuse. He then burst into tears. I let him go and hugged him again.

“Tim did you go and see a bereavement councillor after Rodger was no more?” I asked.

“No.”

“I will ask a mate to find you one and you are going for at least three sessions or I may have to take you myself. And Tim, you are not a masochist,” I said. I grinned.

He melted. “I know you are right loads of people have told me to go see one.”

He looked at me. “Please stay.”

“On one condition that you play with my nips till my eyes water Boss,” I said.

He grinned. “That would be a pleasure boy.”

I sat and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I chugged the rest of my Peroni and looked deep into his eyes. He was working my nips well and very nastily too. I was moaning. He was beaming a grin at me. He lent forwards and chewed on one of them and it so hurt good. He sat up and looked at me and stopped.

“There you go pig boy pain till your eyes water,” he said.

I nod. I have a stupid grin. He finishes his bottle. He takes mine and goes to the bar. He returns and puts two fresh ones down. He leans into me and chews my other nip. I moan and put my head down and whisper “Way, way harder and more nasty.” He keeps chewing and hurting good. He feels my crotch and gets hold of my balls through my jogger bottoms and starts to crush them and roll them with his hand against my thigh. I whisper, “Thank you Boss I am beginning to enjoy my evening drink very much.”

He lets me go and sits down and puts the bottle beside me. “Drink it down pig boy.”

I nod. I open my mouth round the bottle neck put my head up and chug the lot straight down. I lower my head and take the bottle out of my mouth and put it down.

He bursts out laughing. “Good pig boy. You will be drunk soon.”

I shake my head and say, “I am drunk now I will be legless soon.” I grin. “But I am going to have a gallon of piss to piss all over you in your work gear.” I grin.

He smiles and says, “You big pig, boy.”

I grin even more. “Yes, me big pig boy and then some, man!” I grin. “I had my first morning boner in six years today and I had such a nice wank. I was thinking about you.” I smile. “So black is covered. Yellow is underway.” I grin at him.

“Rupe are you hungry?” he asked.

“Yea to have you get me into some nasty predicament bondage and whole heap of pain,” I said. I smile. “How long did it take you for your nose to heal up please Tim?”

“About four months and it has been fine since. I was in my twenties when I had it done.”

“Thank you, I was hoping for three but it is fine with four.”

“So light Blue is left, tell me about Blue.”

I enjoy getting my dick sucked. In any way you could want or ask for.”

I grin at him and say, “While I am sucking yours you suck mine.”

He grinned. “Good I enjoy that too.”

“Are we both pissed yet Tim?”

He grinned. “Maybe.”

“Maybe you want to put a condom on and fuck my brains out Boss,” I said. I grinned.

“Now that I would definitely enjoy very much.”

“Well, we had better go to the chemist and get some new condoms then Tim.”

“Yes.”

“I got to know why your foreskin was so clean last night?” I smile at him. “I do so like the smell of a pissey foreskin Tim.”

“I didn’t know you were coming or it wouldn’t have been.”

“Good. What about mud, oil, grease, slimes, to name but a few. Foods and feeding. Tubes and masks and the like. Cigars smoking; cigs and being an ash tray.”

“I like gars and would use you as an ashtray any time pig boy. I would also like roasting parts of you too.”

I grin at him. “That is a great big yes Tim. How about Friday night?”

He gets out his phone and taps away at it. “May I interrupt. The first Friday of the month at the Lord Clyde. If you want an ash tray to go with, well you got one.”

“Come on let’s get to the chemist and get condoms. We can hop a bus and then its fuck your pig boy tonight,” I said. I grin at him.

He smiles and we get going. We get a 158 bus and go upstairs. He points to the back. I get there and sit by the window. He sits next to me and finds my balls and squeezes them very hard. I whisper, “Well nice Boss, thank you.”

He smiles. “You’re welcome boy.”

A few minutes later he lets them go and stands up walking to the stairs. I follow. We are walking down his cul-de-sac. He pushes me up against his wall. He finds my balls again and holds them and knees them.

I moan and look deeper into his eyes. “Thank you Boss, again please.”

“Sure boy.”

He knees them again and again and keeps kneeing them. I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Thank you Boss.”

He grins, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No not unless you want to Boss, are you ok doing this?”

“Oh yes boy. I am beginning to enjoy this.”

“Good then go for it and do what you like.”

He smiles. He starts kneeing them again. The pain shoots up inside me. He keeps going using more force I start to shake and sweat. He stops. I am panting. “Thank you Boss I am enjoying this very much.”

“I want you indoors.”

He lets me go and opens his front door. We go inside.

He pulls the front of my joggers and shorts down, pulling out my balls. He puts both hands on either side and rolls them around with a lot of pressure. I moan. He smiles. He pulls the skin back through the strap. Then he takes them and holds them up and starts punching them.

“Am I allowed to scream Boss?” I asked.

“Yes boy there are only garages at the side.”

“What do you find more painful boy?”

“Not screaming Boss.”

“Then try to not scream. It is not an order but maybe as you get off on pain it might be ok for you,” he said. He grins at me.

I smile. “Good suggestion Boss.”  I nod. He starts punching them again. I writhe against the wall. A moan comes from me. I feel my legs starting to shake. “My legs are going Boss, please keep punching my balls.”

He jerks them up and my legs go. He drags me by them into the kitchen. He starts punching them again. I start crying. I am shaking.

“You want a break boy?”

“No thank you Boss,” I say between pants. “I want to rearrange the strap; they are going numb Boss.”

He drops me and I crumple into a pile. “Do you like a good kicking too boy?”

“Very much Boss but with a kidney guard on.”

He runs out shouting “Be right back.”

I move the strap so there is more skin around the balls so they can move and get blood back into them. I stretch out and pull off my joggers and shorts. I was smelling my shorts when I hear him.

“You’re such a pig boy, well done,” he said.

“Well, I’d be a better pig if you were sitting on my face beating my balls Boss.”

He takes his boots off and his jeans and his shorts too. “Excellent shorts Tim,” I said. I smile.

He steps over me. He squats and plants his ass on my mouth. I get rimming him. “I see what you mean boy, your cock is more than adequate.”

I gently lift him. “Thanks, I am tall all over.”

I lower him again and go back to rimming his ass. He leans forwards and grabs my balls and starts punching them again. I writhe and moan and am getting into his ass. He drops them and stands up.

“Get up boy.”

I stand. “Good stink of sweaty ass boy?” he asked.

“Yes indeed Boss, it gave me a lift,” I said. I grin. “You enjoy being a pig don’t you boy?”

I nod. “Yes Boss I do and to be a good compliant one too.”

“What did you go for Boss?”

“A kidney guard belt for you and this tape boy, its nonslip stuff. I am looking for the beginning of the roll. Its way thin.”

He walks to the bench and takes out scissors. He cuts a bit. “Get your strap over here boy. It’s not adhesive it is electrostatic.”

I hand him my ball strap. He cuts the waste off and hands them back to me. I fiddle about with it. And eventually get it closed. “Way good Boss.”

“I need a piss boy.”

He opens a cupboard and gets a pint glass out. He pisses in it. Then looks through it, smells it and tastes it. He chucks it down the sink. “Way too salty boy.”

I nod.

He goes to the hall and gets the belt walking back in with it. He hands it to me. I put it on and feel it. I adjust the secondary straps. “These are great I have a couple at home.”

He walks over and has a feel. I drop to my knees and suck on his dick. I work it with my tongue and throat and gently stroke his balls. I slide him out of me. “I get a condom.”

I get one from the packet and come back. I give it to him and bend over the table. I hold my ass cheeks apart. He walks over. “Nice view boy.”

He slides inside me. I move my hands to my back. “Thank you Boss.”

He fucks my hole slowly but very firmly. He grabs my ass cheeks and holds onto handfuls of me. He pulls them apart, his rhythm is speeding up. “A good hole boy I can feel you working my dick up inside you. You were well trained.”  He starts to fuck me very hard.

“Thank you Boss. I am glad my training is still valid.”

“Slide back a bit boy and spread your legs apart till they hurt you.”

I did. “Better boy.”

“Thank you Boss; nice.”

He gets a good swing in his hips and bangs me so hard I moan. He holds my wrists and keeps pushing them up my back. I keep getting the air knocked out of me.

Between breaths I say: “Oh Boss I so like this, thank you a lot.”

He is panting. “You’re welcome boy. You are so responsive. Now I am going to get you on the edge.”

He starts to work my hole with a sharp stabbing action right across my prostate. I start groaning. “Hold your breath boy, now.”

I do. He is working me so fast I shoot a load onto the floor. He lets out a big scream and bangs me so hard my arms crack. He falls on my back and puts his arms round my hips. He slides me off the table. “Now boy lick your come off my kitchen floor.”

He runs away and I lick every bit up. He runs back in. I am still under the table. “Keep still boy, tell me if you like this.”

A sharp blow hits my ass cheek. Then another blow hits my other ass cheek. Pain shot through me. “I like wooden paddles a lot but they are also very damaging.”

“Please hit me once with your hardest effort Boss.”

I was knocked flat onto the floor. I kneel again ass up. “Only one more Boss. But if you tell me when you can do this again I will take a week off. Then you will be able to use me as you want to. I can then recover. Perhaps one on each shoulder might be a nice warming event on a cold night like tonight,” I said. I giggled.

“You are a very masochistic guy. If you don’t want the damage I can use electro on you.”

“I don’t know electro.”

“You have not tried electro? You have got to boy it hurts more than hitting you.”

“Does it make you warm like impact play does Boss?”

“No boy.”

“So when are you going to zap me Boss?”

“I will make an earth lead for whenever then is. I understand boy we can organise it for some time soon.”

“Boss pain without damage can be for longer too.”

“Yes boy, exactly.”

“Do you got a lot of work gear because I need to piss very soon and you looked happy when I suggested I piss on you in your work gear.”

“Can you hold on for ten minutes pig?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Look in the last cupboard on the left and get busy using what you find.”

He dashed out. I went and looked. There was a big plastic box with every sort of leather and boot cleaning product and brushes, rags and old flannels as well. I sat on the floor and found Neatsfoot oil, Neatsfoot moisturiser, Dubbing and Dubbing polish, Kiwi polish. I sorted some brushes out and an old flannel. I got busy on his DM 1460 Pascal Mono’s. First I rubbed moisturiser into them, then Neatsfoot oil then let them dry for a few moments. He came in with his work gear.

“Perhaps outside Boss?” I asked.

“Good idea boy.”

He went out and I followed. He lay down. He undid the top and the trousers. I pissed all over him and some on the clothes too. I held out my hand to help him up. “Great gear you should let me piss on you in it a lot Tim. You would stink after a while,” I said. I grin.

I went back to his DMs. I opened the Kiwi and rubbed my balls into the polish and wiped the boot tops with it. I worked my way down both sides using my balls to coat the whole boot with the Black Kiwi polish. I looked up and he was there with a boner. “I can help you out with that boner as soon as I get the polish on your other boot Boss.”

He nodded. I got busy working the polish onto his other boot using my dick and its head. I got up and looked him in the eye and say, “What may I do to help your boner cum Boss.”

“Get on all fours and let me fuck your pig hole.”

I nod and go get the box of condoms. I grin and get on all fours.

He takes off his work coat and puts the arm pit next to my nose. “Good move Boss yea, thank you.”

He gets his sheathed cock next to my ass and slowly pushes his way in. His coat slides off. He lays on me and talks quietly to me. “When I have fucked you boy I got a surprise for you.”

He starts to hump me. He reaches round with both hands and grabs my nips and a lump of my pecks too. He holds on tight. I moan and move my ass so it’s a better angle for his cock. He is humping me real good and regular. He starts to moan then he starts to bang me. He lifts himself up and grabs my hips and pulls me onto his cock as he thrusts his cock into me. I can feel his balls slapping against mine. He is moaning and starts to come “I love your ass boy it’s so responsive.”  He flops onto my back. “Nice pig, very nice hole. Thank you.”

“You are welcome Boss,” I said.

He slides out of me. “Now boy follow me.”

He goes up three flights of stairs. When I get to the last few steps I see a huge space done as a playroom, dungeon, giant play pen, whatever. There is so much stuff. He walks over to a set of shelves. And slides a mirrored panel along. “These are all your size so if you want.”

I interrupt him and looked very serious. “Please Boss you tell me which ones you want cleaning or for me to wear.”

“Ok those Grinders with the yellow laces. Have a smell.”

I loosen the lace and pull the tongue down and bury my face into it. After a few deep sniffs I lift my head away out of the boot. “It smells of feet, rotting piss ammonia, and old boot Boss.”

“Good pig boy. Now, how long would it take you to get the outside well bright and shiny boy?”

“Less than half an hour Boss, there will be two drying times as the polish sets, at least five minutes each.”

“Do you see the ones with the yellow and beige laces boy. Get them down and sniff them too?”

“Yes Boss.”

I get them down and see that they are original leather 1899s. I loosen the laces and unlace one of them most of the way down. I pull the tongue down and push them onto my face and inhale deeply through my nose. My dick throbs. I lift my head up and away. “Almost new boot smell, some foot stink, a lot of something like garden compost but not, a trace of stale ammonia piss, and they are one of my old favourite boots. My trainer, Master G, allowed me to buy some when he started my training. The only other foot ware I was allowed were orange toed waders Boss. The taste of 1899’s is still a trigger in me to become a bootblack pig.”

“Excellent info boy.”

“The leather across the toes cracked and they rotted Boss and were chucked out.”

“Why did they rot boy?”

“If I was not wearing them they were stored in a tub of piss Boss.”

“And how did he use them with you boy?”

“If I performed well he used to let me wear them without socks. Mostly I had to wear long black army socks though. They were never washed and always kept dry. He would put the 1899’s over my face a lot and taped them on with duck tape Boss. They stank of stale bad piss, the ammonia was very strong, it was difficult to breathe when my face was inside them. I liked that very much Boss and he used to keep them over my face when there were other people involved.”

“What do you mean by ‘other people’ boy?”

“His friends, some of the event organisers, people he knew, or people who were recommended to him. He was the one who trained me to be used in public. Before him I would never ever do anything like that at all. When I got over my nervousness and being overwhelmed with the attention, noise and specially the lights, I discovered I really enjoyed being a spectacle, or a demonstration body, stuff like that. He was very careful and respectful too and made my transition to a more public pig easy and enjoyable. He made sure I was always hooded. I liked that, it was like hiding or not being me somehow. He had a special leather mask made for me with my jaw not being covered and pieces that were detachable to cover my lower jaw and mouth. Some had gags and tubes, and some had things to keep my mouth open or closed, there was one with all tubes that I liked very much in moulded silicone rubber. It had two nose tubes, a set of mouth tubes and was moulded to the inside shape of my mouth and the top of my throat. Mr B in Amsterdam made it for him. He burnt it when he gave me to Michael at the end of the five years though.”

I continued, “I have made it sound like it was all fun but it wasn’t. It was a lot of hard work. Most of it was awful and difficult but I wanted to be changed into a better submissive and become a pig. Sorry Boss I am rambling.”  I bowed my head.

“That’s ok boy. You may have them as a gift from me and Rodger.”

I looked up and started to cry. I opened and closed my mouth and couldn’t speak. I nodded.

“It’s ok boy I understand. Take those boots and I will bring the others and you can polish them and calm down and get un-overwhelmed,” he said.

He smiled and stroked my head softly. He got the Grinders, I picked up the DMs and we went downstairs.

To be continued …