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.
Tim shouted, “Are you ok boy?”
I nodded twice; our signal for everything being ok and fine. The final straps were in place and secure. I was winched up. I heard the intro from Per and then the opening music started. Richard Strauss’s “Also sprach Zarathustra” or thus spoke Zarathustra, iconic music indeed to open a show. The lights came up and I was being lowered. Tim and Per were undoing the straps.
Tim’s loud voice over the sound system was easy to hear: “Take three steps forwards boy.”
I did.
“Put your hands behind your head boy and keep them there,” he said.
I complied. I heard Per’s description of the suit and then I felt the first blow hit me across my belly. I was very glad of the suit’s built-in protection spreading the force of his blows. Fuck it hurt and I bent a little forwards, I had to. Then he hit my left thigh working up from my knee. Then my right thigh and he had changed sides but I had not seen him move. He then started on my chest the pain was excruciating and made my dick throb. My head was starting to feel the endorphin rush. He turns me round and starts on my left thigh again. The impact felt much harder and it made me start to judder. It must have been obvious to those watching.
His blows were hard and regular. Each felt like being hit by lightening with the sizzle of the impact and the zap of the sensation as it surged through me were so enjoyable. I felt myself growing taller and posing better too. I was beginning to feel that I was afloat on a wave of pleasure. He must have changed sides again as my right thigh lit up and stung badly. The second blow to my shoulder was so hard it knocked me off balance slightly. I was no longer floating but snapped back with the excruciating level of the pain. I fell onto my knee. I heard Tim’s voice. It made me jump. He was shouting harshly with his note of command.
“Get up fucker. I told you to stand boy,” he said.
There was silence. I knew it was a moment. I paused for an extra moment and stood up again. He hit me again and again over my shoulders knocking me about but I kept my balance and stood as still as I could. My ass cheek was feeling the blow of his wooden paddle; I suddenly recognised it, and bent forwards a bit and pushed my ass out. It was so hurtful and I shot a load into the suit. Oops! Was all I thought. I was panting so hard and my head was swimming. I focused on my breathing and a white spot on the floor. I started a mantra; you have to stay present; you have to stay present. I kept repeating it over and over. Suddenly I was turned round and Tim’s voice made me jump again.
“Down boy,” he said.
I dropped to my knees with my hands behind my back in my low sub pose. I heard the audience erupt in applause cheers and screaming. Thank fuck it was over was all I could think. I went back to my mantra; you have to stay present; you have to stay present, repeating it on every in breath. I was shaking really badly now too. The lights went out. The darkness was comforting. Hands grabbed me and stood me up. I couldn’t stand as I was shaking so much and my legs had turned to mush. I was half carried and half dragged off the stage. I felt my chin straps being undone and the lower jaw cover removed and my shades slipped off too. I saw Tim’s face with concern written all over it. I felt a grin wash over mine.
“I knew you had it in you Boss. Thank you, thank you lots Boss,” I said. I blew him a kiss and felt the tears starting to run down my cheeks. I kept trying to stand but my legs had not come back.
“Please put me down guys and thanks for the help,” I said.
They lowered me down and I was a heap of pain. Tim held my head and shoulders on his lap.
“Are you ok Rupe, you look awful pale?” he asked.
I nod. “I am way more than ok Boss, I am in a most excellent place, thank you,” I said. I shuffle a bit round to see his face better looking up at him. I push with my arms. “I want to know about you Boss please; because somewhere on my shoulder you just went into a frenzy of hitting. It was excellent and I hope you realise now that you can let your inner sadist out and be sane, sensible, responsible and fucking enjoying yourself too!” I said.
A grin washed over his face and his eyes filled with tears and he nodded. “Thank you boy. Yes I did and it was something new. It was like I was another person, detached and I also started humming music as I worked your ass cheeks. I felt them going squish beneath the paddle. I understand now what you have been wittering on about for ages. Thanks, big thanks boy,” he said.
He cuddled me so tight for a few moments.
“Tim please help me up I have to stand and regain my composure,” I said.
We somehow wobblingly got me standing. Zeb came bounding round and up to us. “Guys they are going nuts for you. Back on stage now,” he said.
I looked down at Tim and we were both grinning. I nod he nods back. We wander back onto the stage and the noise erupts. Per comes over and announces: “Gentlemen, boys, subs and slaves please give it up for Boss Tim and boy Piglett.”
I knew we had to move and held his shoulder and we wobbled to the middle of the stage and turned left-ish, then right-ish acknowledging the raging noise. Per pushed a microphone at me.
“Fucking ace suit Per, thank you for letting Boss Tim work me over good in it and sorry about the cum load I shot in it,” I said. I grin and the crowd go wild. I steer Tim back across the stage and just as we walk off into the wings I wave for both of us. “Tim where the fuck are my shades please?” I asked.
He takes them out of his pocket and slides them back on me. “Oh thanks Boss. I don’t want to do the boot cleaning finale I want you fucking me senseless in the dressing room now please,” I said. I stand up properly and look down at him. He takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. I feel his boner. I nod. Zeb comes bounding over with a huge grin too.
“Zeb please let Per know the boot finale may be delayed or whatever but my Boss and I are going to our dressing room and he is going to shag me senseless until he has filled me with” I look at Tim, “probably three loads,” I said.
Tim nods.
I put out my hand. “Bag please Zeb,” I said.
He hands it to me. “Tell Per you will be on stage with this suit in twelve minutes and to fill till then. You are going to have a chat as a couple with a night stick incident as the topic. Do you understand Zeb?” I asked.
He nods. I nod. He touches his ear and starts talking. He nods at me. “Come on Boss we got to get me out of this suit now. You can help Zeb too,” I said.
We all get busy and get the suit off me. I slip on my joggers to hide my boner and wave at Zeb who seems mesmerised by it. Tim starts to giggle. “Sorry about the cum slime in it Zeb,” I said.
He blushed a way deep red. I grinned at him. “Zeb you wonderful slave. Enjoy it then and you owe me one. Tell Per to embarrass you with a few questions. The potential customers will go wild for it,” I said.
He nods and is stripping. We help him into the suit. And fasten it as he instructs us. I hold his chin and look deeply into his eyes. “Zeb your body is absolutely stunning. I am well impressed, well done you. Now, go out there and project for Per; like you never have done before. It is your moment to carry this event into sales for your company,” I said.
I kiss him on the cheek and push him gently towards the stage. “Come on Boss we got a dressing room to find,” I said.
He puts his arm round my chest. “Rupe you are quite some man. You just gave Zeb a vibe to get him up for the show. Good boy,” he said.
I grin. “I’ve done loads of these before and for me its falling off a log simple to do. Would you like a cut of their new company?” I asked.
He looks up at me stopping us walking. “What do you mean Rupe?” he asked.
I smile and look deep into his eyes. “I thought we could get thirty percent of the new company. Fifteen each. Not bad for a day’s work, eh?” I asked.
He starts laughing and moves us forwards. “How do you know they will go for it boy?” he asked.
I grin. “Simple we and them together do a show tour. The bootblack outfit should be interesting and your new look top gear should sell like hot cakes when you work me over on some stage in the states Boss,” I said.
He roars with laughter. “Boy I am now happy that your bonkers brain never stops working,” he said.
I join in laughing. “Well if it doesn’t make a few bob then at least we get a free set of holidays Boss,” I said.
He roars with laughter and I join in. We wander back to the dressing room I had before.
I bend over the back of the chair and gob on my hand and wipe it on my asshole and pull my cheeks apart. “Boy you sure know how to do foreplay,” he said.
I grin to myself. He gently slides up me. I hum moan. I put my hands behind my back. He holds my wrists and slides them up my back. I moan loudly and sigh. He is working my prostate from several angles. The ache in my chest is breaking through in my mind as my chest is on the chair’s back and is being pressed down as he pushes my arms up my back relentlessly. I feel my ass cheeks stinging as he gently touches them while sliding in and out of my ass. I am as near to bliss as is possible I decide. And my breathing increases. I work his cock so well even my balls are dancing up and down with my efforts. He screams a roar and I feel a vibe go through me as he unloads. I hear my shoulder crack and pop. “Fuck yea boy; get some of that tension out of your shoulders for you,” he said. He laughs as he lets my arms go. “Put your arms down and wank your cock and hold your balls down boy,” he said.
I comply and pull my balls down so hard it only takes a couple of strokes and I unload a huge throbbing load. “Good boy. I am going to fuck you against the wall by that door,” he said.
He steers me to the wall. I put my hands on it and bend my knees a bit and turn my ass up for him. “Yea boy, good compliance fuck meat,” he said.
He goes into a frenzy of animalistic berserk shagging. I am panting obscenities, most of which I made up. I can feel my balls aching and my ass twitching he roars and I feel him filling my ass as his cock throbs deep up inside me. He puts his arm round my neck and pulls me backwards whispering “Thank you boy, you have the best fuck-hole for a good sadistic fucker to enjoy,” he said.
He starts giggling as do I. I relax onto him and he cuddles my tummy. We unfurl and I grab him and cuddle his shoulders and he nestles into my chest hugging my belly. “Every part of me hurts like fuck Boss. Thank you,” I said. I kiss the side of his head. We hold each other tight.
Per and Zeb burst through the door. Per is in a flap grinning. He starts to talk animatedly: “Guys you have got to get back on stage with us now please. Big pleases guys,” he said. He grins.
I don’t let Tim go despite his pushing. “Per Tim and I want thirty percent of your new fashion company and you and Zeb get sixty percent and there is ten percent left for the investors,” I said. I fix him with a gaze.
He melts almost instantaneously: “Yes boy of course you can. Now get back on stage please,” he said.
I let Tim go a little and say, “Are you happy with fifteen percent Tim?” I asked.
He smiles up at me. “Yes Per I am happy with fifteen percent,” he said.
I nod. “Zeb in your own name are you happy with thirty percent of your new fashion company and are you prepared to be the body and sponsor a men’s body jewellery range and be used as the model for its publicity? Think carefully Zeb its going to change your whole life as Per’s bond’s man,” I said.
He smiles at me. “Thank you Rupe for recognising me in my own right. Yes I am and Per owns me and all of my property but I will do as you say and invest it in my own name and use the money to spoil Per more than he is used to,” he said.
He smiles at me and winks. He and Per grab each other and hug like an old married couple. Tim whispers to me: “what was that all about Rupe?”
I smile and look deep into his eyes. “Independence and freedom of choice for a slave,” I said.
He grins up at me. “Excellent work boy. I could so fuck you again right now boy,” he said.
I smile at him. “Well our stage awaits and my fuck-hole is well slimed up Boss,” I said.
He grins like a gooden and nods. “Your pervert sadist is happy to oblige these two lovely people and yourself boy,” he said.
Per is back to flapping. “I need a radio mic Per and so does Zeb. Tim is going to fuck me on stage and you are going to paddle Zeb then he is going to suck your cock. Then Tim and I are going to have a drink and a cuddle in a corner somewhere,” I said. I add with emphasis. “And Per welcome to ZebPer Dude Wear Corp,” I said. I smile at him.
After a moment he nods. “I like that yes I will get the lawyers on it tomorrow. You and Tim need to come in with your passports please. Now hurry guys I don’t want to lose this momentum,” he said.
I nod and we are off. He is touching his ear and issuing orders.
We all run back on stage and the whole room goes wild. Per does some word stuff I was too busy getting my ass cheeks at the right angle for the cams. I say in my best deep voice with a tad of faux American “Yes Boss. Your Piglett is glad for another load up in your fuck tube Boss Tim,” I said. I pull my cheeks apart and bend forwards. He slides into me gently and wiggles up me. He whispers: “I so love your slimed up fuck-hole boy and the way you work my dick boy,” he said.
The whole room hears the whisper and the tone of its speech and cheers and claps. The sound is like a waterfall to me. I hear Per’s voice: “Stand ready slave Zeb,” he said. I then hear the dull thuds of Tim’s wooden paddle on the suit for Zeb to feel. Per’s mic catches the thuds and echoes them round the room and they start counting with a chant like sound. I fumble gently and find the switch on my mic and slide it. I turn my head sideways and say, “My mic is off Boss now,” I said.
He replies, “Thank fuck for that boy,” he said.
I hear a bloodcurdling scream from Zeb and my dick pulses. “You pervert boy,” Tim whispers in my ear.
I giggle. “For sure Boss or you wouldn’t be fucking me right here, right now and doing it so enjoyably well too Boss. Thank you and so much more. You caring sadist you,” I said.
I feel him pulsing in me and I milk his cock to get every last drip of his cumload up me. I slide off him turn and drop to my knees and suck in his cock and give it a good tongue washing and feel his balls and his ass ring. He pushes the back of my hood and I swallow his cock and relax as he fills me with piss. I feel my belly expand. I cum on his left boot making sure the cam gets a good view. He takes the handle on my hood and pushes me away and down to his right boot. “Lick the uppers boy. Then the other boot. Then get up and kiss me boy,” he said.
I go flat still with my tracksuit bottoms round my ankles. I lick every part of his boot with a slightly exaggerated passion. I move round the back squirming and to his other boot and get busy licking it too. I get my head sideways between his boots and then do a deliberate slow lick of my cum from off his left boot. I make sure I got every drop of it and then bounce up and he grabs the sides of my hood and we kiss and snog for ages. I melt onto his shoulders and we become entwined. I am oblivious to any other person apart from Tim. He has his arms round my lower rib cage and holds me so firmly I start to get another boner.
I am aware again by the sound of Zeb’s deep base tone saying, “Yes my master Per,” he said. I turn us so we can both see Zeb and Per. Zeb is on his knees with his hands on the top of his head sucking Per’s cock. Per is lost staring up at nothing in particular with a grin the size of a house end. Tim squeezes me for a moment and I squeeze him back. We just gaze enjoying the view. I put my cheek onto the top of his head. Per lets out a roar like that of some ancient beast which rolls round the room like a bolt of thunder. The crowd go nuts and cheer and whoop loudly. Per pushes Zeb off and picks him up by his collar. “Bow for your audience slave,” he said.
Zeb obliges. The applause rises to that of a waterfall and Per takes Zeb’s collar and they run off. I steer Tim to a slow jog and we both wave as we get to the wings. The lights go off and the DJ takes over. I give my mic to a stagehand and grab my bag and put it back on and follow Per and Zeb and take Tim’s hand. We are following them as they wend their way to the VIP area. I stop Tim a moment. I incline my head slightly towards the VIP entrance. He smiles and nods. I gently squeeze his hand for a moment. I notice he is holding mine firmly as we walk in. The applause dies down and I walk him to a corner and we sit down. I tap him on the head twice and point to my hood. I slide off my shades and slip off my backpack and sink to one knee in front of him. He takes off the hood and I take it putting it in my bag and getting a fluorescent yellow woolly fisherman’s style hat out and put it on. I zip up my bag and put it next to him on the seat. I sink to my lowest sub position with my hands behind my back directly in front of his left boot. I relax and go off.