Probably my last chapter of the year. Thanks to all who have sent comments so far much appreciated. I hope you all have an enjoyable and safe Christmas. If you are fortunate enough to have a Master please make sure you show him your appreciation. If my Boss is out there please get in touch
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I was forbidden from using the lift , so I shuffled down the stairs to Boss's apartment. I knocked on the door and waited, and waited, and waited. I knew that knocking more than once was unnecessary. If Boss was in he would have heard me, and would when he was ready open and let me in. If he wasn't then I would have to wait for him to return home.. There was always a chance that he might not have heard, he could have been fuckingGunter, or had the TV on a touch loud. In which case I would again wait, until he had a reason to open the door. The key word for me was Wait.
I positioned myself so I was squarely facing the door, and Boss's boots when the door would finally open. Back straight, shoulders, back, head down. I was thankful that my hands were no longer bound in mittens as I dropped the keys in between my teeth on a number of occasions, quickly picking it up hopefully before the door opened.
I was getting stiff, and I dipped the key for the umpteenth time I was about to reach for them when the door suddenly opened.
Before a pair of shiny knee length boots.I was so overcome at the sight of them, I collapsed and immediately kissed them.
Boss lifted his boot, I remained attached, my need to worship was so strong He pulled it back, and with some force aimed a kick into my chest.
In. I crawled in, and followed him to the dining area. There inside were two naked men, late fifties, and slightly overweight. A heavy collar round his neck and his wrists and ankles shackled and chained. I looked at Boss confused.
Gruz and Oink meet my latest acquisition. He turned to me. What do you see in front of you ? I remained silent. Answer me, Slaves Boss Whose slave? Yours Sir? Almost right, not quite slaves though, Pigs. Swiss Bankers by day, but now and again they transform into pig slaves. My pig slaves. I've been training them for 6 years. On Monday they will be suited and booted , and heading up important meetings, but for now they are pigs.
He reached for the counter and threw something on the floor, I watched as the two men, slaves, pigs ran snuffling making pig noises battling to be the first to get there,
I watched as Boss picked up an apple, walked towards the pigs, the successful one eating his prize greedily and threw it , making them snuffle and grunt. The same pig won again. The loser looked dejected.
Poor Oink. Boss spoke. 36 hours since he last ate. His stomach was rumbling through the night I bet when he finally leaves here his trotters will take him to the first bakery he can find.
Isn't that right Oink. Boss walked up to him and yanking his head back spat into its open mouth. Oink emitted a noise of happiness and thanks.
Boss clicked his finger, pointed to OInk, and then to a spot in the dining area's floor, he did the same with Gruz. Both were kneeling mouths open hands in front like trotters.
You . stand between them he said looking at me. I naturally obeyed. Ok pigs clean its boots. The leather part only. Suddenly the two pigs were face down in my boots, licking, the grunting noise was incredible. They mess that had accumulated over the last four weeks of visiting the skin bar with Rich and Dieter was being removed, swallowed and digested Boss stood behind me. He grabbed my dick and began to play with it. He began whispering in my ear. Rich has been very pleased with you. You've been a very good dog slave these past few weekends, consider this a treat. Look down. That's very master's favourite view, having the man it controls at his feet grovelling. Of course there's a difference between you and them. Eventually they will leave and be free again. You , you are designed to be property for life. Slave, animal object. Property.
He taunted me as the pace quickened as he played with my dick. I felt the foreskin rub against the ring in my dick head.
Up The pigs were up on their knees. Oink - suck its dick Gruz - eat its arse
Boss released my dick, and within seconds it was enveloped by Oink's mouth. A tongue worked its way into my hole, and I could hear Gruz slobbering grunt as he began to eat. Boss walked round the three of us, a crop in his hand, yelps from the pigs as he whacked their large bare butts.
He then walked closer to me, and turned my head towards him, and began to kiss me. Not gently, but roughly, A kiss quickly followed by a slap to the face.
He walked away. I want more pig noises. That includes you, he said, returning, looking directly at me. The room was filled with a chorus of grunts . Finally I felt my dick explode, as Oink choked as the cum hit in the back of the throat.
Result. Boss pulled the pigs off me. Kiss he ordered them . Good pigs - now get cleaned up and fuck off.
You - he said, looking at me. Come with me. I fell to my knees as he walked and sat in an armchair, He unzipped his leather pants, and pulled out his dick. Suck. It had been a long time since Boss had allowed me to suck his dick . I felt the same as when we had first met in Paris. Some ten minutes in he stopped me.
He pushed my head off. Behind me the pigs, looking as different as possible from how they were fifteen minutes earlier. Expensive suit and tie, and shoes.
Ready? Both grunted in unison. See you on line tomorrow
The door closed behind me. That's them sorted for a year at least. I'll log on tomorrow to watch them lock each other's cocks up, Then they'll send their keys to me. I'm almost tempted to say that they were lost in the post.
Now you, I've got plans for you . But first where's the key to those boots. The soles are filthy, you look hungry a good clean of those treads will soon fill your stomach