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.

He beams a grin at me. “You have an excellent palette Piglett. Indeed they are and no I don’t ride but they are one of the best Italian boots and Zeb loves them,” he said. He grins.

I smile back at him. I look at Zeb and sign to him about the strange taste of his boots and ask what it is. He grins and tells me it is the olive oil he uses to keep his Grinders soft instead of Dubbin. I grin and put a thumbs up for him. I jump up and stretch and do a few cartwheels across the empty space. I slide out one earplug and the place is quite quiet. I run back and grab my bag and kiss Tim on the cheek and take out the earplug’s pot and put one in and take the other out and put it in the pot and put it away. I sit next to Tim and put my head next to his and whisper:

“Are you ok, fine and having a good time Boss?” I asked.

He takes my hand and kisses it gently. “Yes boy I am but I have a problem.” He puts my hand on his crotch and he has a boner. I get up, put my backpack down and stand in front of him, pull my tracksuit bottoms down a bit and put my hands on my ass cheeks and pull them apart. “Ready Boss,” I said.

I feel him slide up inside me. I let my ass cheeks go and put my hands flat on the floor in front of me with my knees slightly bent so my asshole is at the right height for him. I feel Zeb’s hand lifting my chin and smell his rank cock. I hear him say very softly, “Please boy, if you would like to.”

I give him a thumbs up and slide his foreskin back and lick him like he’s a lollypop. I then swallow his more than adequate cock working it with my throat. I find his hands and put them firmly on the sides of my head and put mine behind my back again for Tim to, hopefully, push or twist them hard. I notice that Zeb has subdermal implants with some beads or something like that. I like the feeling it has on my throat. He is a most courteous slave and I give him my best throat work. He moves so carefully and I start to pick up the pace and change the rhythm slightly allowing him time to adjust and see if he likes it too.

He takes the lead and starts to fuck my throat like the piston on an old steam train that his noises remind me of. I moan and hum and work his cock well and move my hand to his balls and have a good feel of them. He has a mid-centre steel ball and a subdermal implanted lattice holding his two boys under the metal ball. I hum with excitement and put my other hand on his balls too. I gently find both his balls and pull them gently but remorselessly towards each other whilst squeezing them very hard indeed with my fingernails on his scrotal skin. He screams with his deep base tone. “Fuck yea boy crush those fuckers.”

I oblige his request instantly digging into his balls slowly and in a most harsh manner making sure they are kept taut towards each other. He groans. I start my hands twitching alternating sharp hard pressure onto them. I feel his cock pulse so I match the pulse. I feel him coming down my throat and he is shaking but I do not let go of his balls. He starts to pull out and I make sure he is well tongue washed too. I feel him pulling his balls and wanting to withdraw. I hold firm and pull him back slowly. I increase the pressure on his boys with a quick jolt. He screams. “Please boy let me go or I will be in more trouble.”

I hear Per say, “No you won’t Zeb. You do what you want with Tim’s boy. Now stop being a wimp and get on with it slave.”

Zeb’s demeanour changes totally. He hits my shoulder blades hard and I moan and start swallowing his cock again. I still keep a firm hold on his balls. He starts thumping my shoulders and back with very hard fist punches. I moan onto his cock and match his hits with my jolts on his balls. I feel them swelling and getting firmer. I jab them both real hard when he thumps me next. He screams like a wounded animal. “You fucking bastard boy. Let go of my balls or I will throttle you until you are unconscious.”

I hear Tim laughing and he says, “Zeb you can’t punish or hurt badly an ultra-masochist and he doesn’t mind being unconscious. Try bribery something like if I piss down your throat will you please let my balls go, appeal to what you know about him.”

Zeb gets hold of my neck and head and bends my head up. In his normal voice he asks, “If I piss in you would you please let me go because I do not like it at all?”

I instantly comply and gently stroke his scrotum. He starts to piss and he tastes way nice and almost sweet and not at all salty. I hear Per say, “I keep him in tip top condition and he is on a way low salt, high liquid intake diet boy. Also he is not a masochist he likes being used as a slave by me and I alter him to comply with my wishes. You are only the second man he has ever been with.”

I am gulping down his piss and enjoying every mouthful and I feel Tim cum again. I squeeze him dry and gently push him out and squat down gulping loads down. He slows and then stops. I jump up and grab a hold of him saying: “I am so sorry Zeb that I hurt you I made a wrong assumption about you. Please pardon my error of judgement,” I said. I pause.

He has his arms round me and returns the hug generously. “Thank you for letting me drink your piss; you taste superb Zeb,” I said.

He snuggles into me and quietly says, “It is ok I have a high pain threshold but it is so not my thing. You have an amazing throat though boy. Would you teach me how you do that so I can do it for my Master Per, please?”

I nod. “Yes I will and it is not difficult to learn,” I said.

Tim pipes up. “Zeb what he can do with his throat he can also do with his ass but way more and differently too. If you keep feeding him piss and ask him he may show you if you both would like,” he said.

Zeb is so warm and friendly and has a lovely feel. I snuggle into him and send him a lovely vibe and he melts a little. I start to cry. I try hard not to but I can’t help myself. I feel so bad hurting him. He lifts my chin gently. “What boy?” he asked.

“I feel so bad hurting you. I so did not know and you have such a beautiful vibe and your energy is kind and loving. Per is a very fortunate man to have you as his partner,” I said.

He smiles at me. “Relax Rupe I am not upset. I would appreciate you showing me how,” he said.

Per interrupts us. “If boy’s ass is as good as Tim says you will learn how it is done slave,” he said.

He says, “Yes, oh my Master, Per,” in a most solemn way.

“Zeb may I ask you what and how you became such a stunning piece of walking artwork? I smile at him. You are naturally handsome but you have been augmented somewhat,” I said.

He nods. “Per and I met when we were at junior school. We have been friends ever since. When we were teenagers we fell in love and settled down together. He’s the bossy creative one and I am the compliant organising one. I always was and want to be a slave but not for anybody else except Per. We make a great pair together and have been very successful too. I want to be a certain way and Per knows this and lets me be changed. He also decides what some changes are going to be and sometimes does not let me do things to myself. I can be very extreme,” he said.

I nod and look at Per. “He is correct in every detail. Apart from me you are the only person he has had sex with and I am still not sure why boy,” he said.

I smile at him. “I may be able to help you out there. All my life I have been able to be with animals and small people and they just like me. It is a vibe thing. I don’t know with Zeb though. Did you order him to have sex with me Per?” I asked.

Per shakes his head. “No boy; he asked me if he could play with you,” he said.

I look at Zeb again and incline my head a little. “I don’t know exactly. You are sort of inside me and I wanted to be close to you and play with you. It is like I trust you yet I do not know you. It is a bit like what you said about animals and small people,” he said.

He smiles at me. “I do not think of you romantically or as a lover in an emotional way. I am drawn to you in some way,” he said.

I nod and give him a hug he hugs me back. “You are quite some man. Absolutely charming and transparently good too. I am flattered Zeb, thank you,” I said.

I look at Tim and he is smiling. “Well Boss, what is your take on yesterday’s events and the show tonight?” I asked.

He smiles. “I thought it went off way well. Everyone seemed to be talking about it and we sure made an impact boy. Several guys wanted to use you and I told them that you were down, still, and not allowed to speak. There was one guy who gave me his card too. A bit old fashioned and from some Scandinavian country and wanted to book the four of us for something gay in one of his hotels,” he said. He gave the card to Per. “Tim he is a serious player. He is one of the biggest hotel owners in North Western Europe. Get in touch with him and pass him on to me because I will be our agent. Does everyone agree?” I asked.

We all nod. I start giggling. Tim smiles at me. “What boy?” he asked.

I smile at him. “Well, at least it may become a free holiday in our-neck-of-the-woods, eh Boss,” I said.

He giggles too. “I got a big buzz from doing the show. I did not get embarrassed at all. I was surprised and quite delighted. Also I had a good time. It was what you said Per. The crowd liked us four doing stuff we enjoy. For me being on stage as an exhibitionist is a first. You three were so good too. I don’t know but I think the show was a hit and for Per and Zeb it might give them a good initial buzz to sell more kinky clothing. Rupe what did you mean when you told me about my new clothes that will be sold as a range of top man clothing?” he asked.

I nod. “If Per and Zeb want to make money then any fashion house has a ready-to-wear line of clothing. It is not all bespoke tailoring then for them. A good manufacturing company can then make things up and the sales go over the internet, all the stuff we did for this show becomes the marketing, ads and promotions. We four Musketeers go out on the road and have fun doing shows and it is sell, sell, sell till the sun comes up,” I said. I do a fake American accent. “Coming to an outlet near you or on our site at www dot make us some dosh dot com.” I start to giggle. “Get it now Tim?” I asked.

He looks at Per. “Rupe has explained it well. A little oddly but he has understood how we want to move forwards. Tim it is we four who are the vibe engine and make the lead for other guys to follow. It is like your bossiness makes us all some cash. Do you understand now?” he asked.

Tim grins and nods. Zeb chimes up. “I enjoyed being used by Per. Like you Tim it was a first. I liked it that I was being watched and it made me feel proud to be who and what I am. Rupe is right when he says we are the leaders of some new trend that Per and I design,” he said.

“Guys it is time for some breakfast before we all go our separate ways. I for one want to just be quiet and have some down time being Tim’s sub and being compliant to his wants,” I said.

I sit down next to Tim and lean on him. I whisper, “At your service Boss,” I said.

He takes my hand and gives it a quick squeeze. Tim gets up and hands me my bag. “Guys I am taking my boy home now. Thank you for a most unusual evening. I will ring you early next week,” he said.

They both stand and we all hug each other. Tim takes my hand again and we walk out. It is just getting light. I keep a hold of his hand and move my arm to around his shoulder. We walk quietly to the tube station and get onto the Victoria line and sit down in an almost empty carriage. We get off the tube at Blackhorse Road and wait for a 158 bus and get off and walk down Tim’s road to his house. He opens his door and he pushes me inside. I take my bag off and drop it and sink to my lowest sub position.

“Boy I want something please. I want to work you over very hard and be nasty just like on stage last night upstairs but only if you say yes?” he asked.

I say, “Yes please Boss but please order me not to speak. I just want to be for you and what you want and nothing else,” I said.

He puts his boot just in front of my face. I start to lick his boots. “I am going to get upstairs ready. Stay here and wait till I call you boy,” he said.

He was gone and I hear him running up stairs.