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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 02

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By ChrisTheHiker

Chapter 2: A journey that gets off to a bad start…

May in northern Italy is my favourite time of year. The temperatures are mild, jackets are stowed away in the cellar, but the stifling heat of summer has not arrived yet. And above all, the winter greyness that hides the sun for weeks on end has vanished for good until next winter. I live in a small village called Santa Sofia, a few kilometres north of Pavia in Lombardy. For me, it is the most beautiful region, even if all Italians will tell you otherwise… To give you an idea, we are 45 minutes from Milan, in the Po Valley, the river that crosses northern Italy from west to east, linking the Italian Alps of Piedmont to the Adriatic Sea south of Venice. This fertile plain is where agriculture and industry produce Italy’s main wealth.

But I have not even introduced myself yet. Alessio, Ale to my friends, 35 years old, 1.76 m, 63 kg, lean but muscular. Brown eyes. Thick, bushy black hair, typically Italian. I always keep it a bit tousled, probably because I cannot be bothered to spend too much time styling it. I am reasonably hairy, mostly on my legs and chest. Several guys have told me I should wax, but I am happy the way I am; I like that masculine look, though I will admit I do shave down below—but more for comfort than for the look.

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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 01

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By ChrisTheHiker

The encounter

This story recounts the relationship between a dom and a sub, and the world they create together. It unfolds in several parts, each divided into chapters. Each part stands alone, so that they can be read several months later without having to revisit the entirety of the previous parts. The world and the characters, however, remain the same. The first part recounts the beginning of their encounter and the development of a relationship that will prove to be intense. All characters are legal adults.

Chapter 1: What have I got myself into?

My heart is racing. I take deep breaths and exhale slowly to try and ease the stress that is overwhelming me. Stress and excitement. It all happened so fast until I found myself here in this isolated house, creaking in the gusts of wind. I am on my knees, sitting on my heels, legs spread apart. My clothes have been taken away; I am wearing nothing but my black Diesel briefs. My hands are handcuffed behind my back and the chain of my handcuffs is attached to an eyelet fixed in the wall. I am still wearing the chain that Finn padlocked around my neck in the airport car park.

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Morning Routine

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By Pup Aros

*buzz buzz. buzz buzz.*

BZZT. BZZT.

I am literally shocked awake. Groggy for a moment, but not long, I wince from the morning routine shock to my neck that wakes me daily. I never get used to that feeling, like someone’s attached thousands of threads to each muscle fiber in my face and yanked them all down towards my neck. Sir has allotted me 5 minutes to gather myself and prepare myself before my cage door opens, and I’m grateful for it. Every night, He shuts the door to my cage. Depending on how well I’ve served Him, I may have a blanket and mattress and pillow. Yesterday, I’d made several mistakes with my protocol, and so for five minutes, I sit on the steel bars of the floor responsible for my fitful rest.

The lock on the cage buzzes, clicks, and the door swings open. My room in Sir’s house is a modest concrete cell. The cage is in one corner across the room from the door. On the wall to the right of the door, there’s a wall-hung cot heavy with straps and the black mass of my sleepsack, which is my alternate sleeping arrangement.

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The Water Engineer – Part 10

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By Piglett

Sunday early.
The surprise of Use.

I hear his voice calling me. I pick up my bag and run upstairs two at a time. He is standing at the top of the stairs.

“Down boy, no speaking,” he said.

I comply and resume being in my low position. I hear him take my backpack and rummage in it.

“Chin up boy,” he said.

I comply. He takes off my woolly hat and puts my new hood on me. It feels good to be inside it again.

“Get out of the tracksuit boy and take everything else off except your thick socks, cock ring and ball strap. Then go over to the table and put on what is there for you. Come back here and kneel in your sub position,” he said.

I comply. I am kneeling in Grinders with yellow laces, chaps over kneepads, old slave harness, thick metal chain and round padlock. I am looking down at his boots. They are still way shiny.

“Walk downstairs and get the things you need to clean boots, put them in the box next to the bottle of piss on the draining board. Bring them with you and run back here boy. Resume the position you are in now. Go,” he said.

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The Water Engineer – Part 09

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By Piglett

Sunday morning.
Party over, aftermath.

The lights wake me up. I lift my head slightly and start to lick his boot’s upper. I feel the stroke of Tim’s hand. He gently pulls my collar up. I sit up and smile. Tim, Per and Zeb are sitting next to each other and I see my bag is there too. I beam a huge grin.

Zeb signs at me asking if I am alright and I tell him I am more than alright I am as happy as Larry. He grins at me. I ask him if he is fine with the agreement we had made for him last night. He smiled and looked like a mischievous little child. He signs back that he is grateful and Per is happy too. I nod. I sign for him to tell Tim that I will be licking his boots because every part of me feels like it had been in a cement mixer with several bricks and grin. I get down flat and lick his boots and feel contented. I then lick Zeb’s too noticing they have an unusual taste that I can’t quite place. Then I lick Per’s boots too and know they are Sergio Grasso SG’s. I raise my head looking towards Tim. He smiles at me. I look up at Per.

“I didn’t know you ride Per. I haven’t tasted Sergio Grasso SG’s for a long time,” I said.

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The Water Engineer – Part 08

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By Piglett

Saturday evening.
Party, time to Suffer.

I was ushered into the venue by the three of them. I had been dressed in the impact suit then over that his bondage two-piece suit and all strapped in. I had my earplugs in under its hood and the new shades on too. They all seemed happy that I had reinterpreted their chosen narrative. I only had one quick change and Zeb had said he wanted to assist me as the others would be busy and also we could sign to each other too if we had to. Tim had given me the signals for me to use to get him to stop if I wanted to. The stage crew riggers had prepared the winches and the fixings for the leather strap lattice suit I would be put in and winched up before the show started. I had my stuff in my backpack and all was set. I was told to wait in one of the dressing rooms. I curled up on the floor and used my bag as a pillow and fell asleep.

I heard Zeb’s voice close and felt him shaking me awake. He signed and asked me if I was fine. I signed that I had had a little sleep and was all ready for the show. His grin was so cute as it washed across his face. I gave him my bag and he put it on. We walked through the back of the venue to the stage and I was put into the strap suit by him and Tim.

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The Water Engineer – Part 07

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By Piglett

Saturday afternoon.
Party planners.

We finish our tea and Tim puts our mugs into his dishwasher.

“Tim may I make a couple of requests please?” He nods.

“Yes Rupe of course.” I grin.

“Would you mind if I don’t wear a ball weight tonight please?” He nods.

“Sure Boy, no problem. What else?”

“I do not want to be plugged tonight. I don’t know why exactly. I am a bit nervous and I want to be compliant and do my best for you, Per and Zeb too.”

I feel ashamed and stare down at the floor.

“That is also no problem. Please tell me how you are feeling?”

I look up and must have looked surprised.

“It is ok Rupe I am not going to punish you or anything like that.” I nod.

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The Water Engineer – Part 06

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By Piglett

Saturday morning
A good walk.

I woke up when the lights came on. He was still up inside me. I gently squeezed him out of me and stood up on the bed and slowly walked off the end attempting not to disturb Tim. I had a feel of my balls and a look at the wound. It had scabbed over and was fine. I put shorts and a snuggly hoodie on and my ball strap too then went downstairs. I had a wash, shaved, went to the toilet and put out a toothbrush, wash cloth and towel ready for Tim. I wandered into the kitchen and checked the plants to see if they needed any water. They were all fine.

Then I made up a bottle of cloudy apple juice as well as a big glass full. I drank it all down then made a coffee. I wandered through the dining room then through the conservatory and went outside. It was cold but mild for this time of year. I put my hand round the mug for warmth. My balls noticed the cold and retracted a bit against the leather strap and ached. I tidied a few things up and looked at the mess.

“Good morning Rupe,” he said.

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