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"Hi Kyle, I've not seen you for ages, what brings you here?" Mr Stephens, reached into his leather jacket and piled out one of the cigars I had bought earlier that day. He sniffed it before replying. "Hi Steve, I heard it was your birthday, so we decided to come and help celebrate" I looked up and saw that Mr Stephens was talking to my friend Steve".
"I had no idea you were so well acquainted" Steve said looking down, at me." Hello Pete, starting your night on the floor early aren't you ?" "Didn't he tell you he's my new Dog..." " Really "said Steve drowning out the word Walker. "I had no idea he was into that" Before anything else could be said a red head with a bottle of water and a pint of beer appeared. "your drink Master Steve"
Steve took the drink and the red head immediately fell to his knees, and bowed his head. I always thought that he's join my little stable, I obviously didn't try hard enough. Anyway it's been good chatting. Enjoy. You too" he said reaching down and ruffling my hair.
I think it's time I tried this. James and Luis tell me you put a lot of effort into your decision making. And it's only fair that you reap some of the rewards. "Thank You Mr Stephens" "Knowing that he liked it was all the validation I needed. "Stand. Let's go outside"
I followed Mr Stephens, he stopped b the door. I stood and held it open. "He nodded and smiled, I caught Steve glaring at me but quickly averted my eyes. Outside Mr Stevens sniffed the cigar again, it hung in his mouth perfectly. He waved it under my nose. "Smell that I watched as he lit,. Now get down, I need to piss. I was swallowing his urine when a man who seconds earlier had been standing with a two other Langlitz clad leathermen, came over. I recognised him as someone whose boots I had worshipped on more than one occasion but had never conversed with.
"Hi Kyle" Evening Thom," he looked at me and nodded. "He doesn't fancy being an ashtray slave for the next hour or so, does he? Our planned one has bailed on me, had a text as I walked from the tube". Mr Stephens looked at me" Of course he doesn't mind. He's always eager to please. Like a little puppy" He reached up and ruffled my hair. yes why not. But I have a favour to ask you in return." I suppose, what?" "He does it blindfolded".
"Sure." Mr Stephens grabbed me by the scruff and guided me over, An ashtray gag was quickly fitted, the ball forced into my mouth and a strap secured around my head. "Can you breathe? Blink twice for yes" The smoke form the four of them soon enveloped me Each one had a different way of holding his cigar. They basically ignored my presence, not much was said, in terms of conversation, and Mr Stephens was especially silent.
"Ok time for this" He placed a leather eye blindfold over my eyes, as he whispered , think of this as the next stage of scent training. I stood there in darkness , as my nostrils filled with smoke. The conversation that went on was done quietly and quite difficult to listen too, but my hearing wasn't the scent being trained. It was at time difficult to not cough, especially when more than one cloud of smoke covered me, and I felt a stream of drool trickle down my chin from the ball gag
"Thirty minutes should be enough I think" it was Mr Stephens. "Time for some fun, each of us will blow smoke in to your face over the next fifteen minutes, each cigar will be allocated a number. I will then remove the blindfold, we will then blow the smoke again, and you need to tell us which us corresponded to each number. "Ok?" I nodded
One, Two, Three , Four, Five. Two, One, Five Three Four, Four One Five three Two, as this randomisation went on I suddenly realised there was a fifth. How long had he been there?
"Time to take it off now" I felt the gag being removed, carefully , more drool came from my mouth and down my chin, the blindfold was also removed. Ok let's do it again, I was now able to look at each man directly as they blew the smoke into my face. Another ten minutes, not a word was spoken ,and the order continued to change, I eventually recognised the addition to the group during my time in darkness as Luis from the cigar shop."We meet again, he said expelling a circle of smoke into my eyes, and breaking the silence. I coughed.
Hey Kyle I have an idea, it may help him get this right. May I? Mr Stephens shrugged. Indifferently. Luis took a step closer, and prised open my mouth and spat into it, He closed it. "Swallow". He then prised it open again spat and gave me a deep kiss....
Now if he cant work it out now, he could be a lost cause. The other followed suit, my mouth was now fully of battling taste of cigars, spit, and leather gloves. Only one of them didn't kiss me. Mr Stephens. As his mouth came closer he shook his head, spat and rubbed his leather gloves over my face.
Ok lets see if you can guess which number goes with eats cigar. Luis stepped forward and blew a huge smoke. Number 4. The next one came, Number one. This went on until and finally it was Mr Stephens, Number three. I said not very confidently.
Mr Stephens laughed. "Wrong wrong wrong wrong." It looks as if I'm going to have to devote more time to the scent training malarky, Boy was a much faster learner. "So what now?" As he spoke the barman was emptying ashtray. He pointed to the gag that had earlier been in my mouth.
"It's fine"said Mr Stephens "We've not finished." After almost an hour of five people smoking There was a mountain of ash . I think you can guess what 's next" I nodded."I can't hear you" "Yes Mr Stephens" "Open up then" I opened my mouth. Thom stood behind me, his gauntlet covers hand tipped my head back, his cigar smoky breath filled my lungs. Mr Stephens then tipped the contents into the open void, the steel the bowl hitting my lower teeth as he did so. Once he had finished Then held my mouth shut "Swallow" "Thank you Mr Stephen"
"It's been good chatting gentlemen , I'm going inside for a bit" "You can stay here, I think Thom needs his boots cleaning" "Yes Mr Stephens" I was left alone Thom all six foot plus of him was stood against the wall, I could barely see his eyes under the peak of the muir cap, his face was glowing from the tip of a freshly lit cigar.
"Well, I've no idea what He's told you, but I do know that to lick boot one needs to be firmly on the floor. And as far as I can tell are standing up" I took the not so subtle hint and lay prostrate on the ground and began too worship his right boot. "Concentrate on that toe until I say otherwise" I want the leather wet and gleaming. I got to work, living pack and forth across the width of the toe, the repetition would once have been boring, butMr Stephens' and Mr Black's training had made me appreciate the finer details of simple jobs. Out of seemingly nowhere a crop appeared and pointed to a spot further up the boot. "There" I have no idea how long I was there but it seemed as if I was spending hours just licking one spot of the boot before I was directed to another, then another, " Look at me" I looked up ,I watched as a ball of spit fell from his mouth , and hit me on the chin" Next time make sure you swallow" "Yes" "Yes what" "Yes Sir, lets try it again" "Next time you swallow. Understood?" "Yes, Sir" "Excellent' Now carry on , he tapped the side of his boot. It again seems like hour when he again asked me to look at him. This time my mouth was open ready to receive his gift, "Direct hit, let's try again" Just as the third spitball hit my tongue Mr Stephens reappeared.
"So?" "Not bad, he's done an acceptable job on the boot" "Just acceptable? If I wasn't aware of your exacting standards I'd have been disappointed in that. His services are required inside two I've come to reclaim him before we head back home" Are you thirsty? Yes Mr Stephen
"If you wait twenty minutes I can take you in my car, it will save you braving the night tube"
"That will be great. See you in twenty." "Follow me, no need to stand" I called behind him into the bar. Inside he stopped, ahead of me two pairs of boots. "Steve and Luis" here are bursting for a piss. Help them out. This was the second time that day that I had Luis' dick in my mouth, i looked up as his bladder emptied, he was looking upward s not taking any notice of the man below him
Next up Steve,I'd never considered him a close friend , more an acquaintance, and although we would talk often we hadn't other than one boot worship session done anything else together. "Look at me"I raised my eyes, his were boring into me almost with contempt, i knew that our relationship would now be very different if we were to meet again
"Finished?" "Ok let's go and catch up with Thom" He was coming to the end of his cigar.
"Ready" "Yes good thing, but one final thing" He handed me a pint glass half full of urine, with a film of ash on top "One for the road I drank it first gingerly, then eagerly to show my gratitude.
As we walked through the bar Steve and his friends sniggers asI followed Mr Stephens and Thom and a respectable distance.
Half an hour later we were approach Tower Bridge. Mr Stephens was sitting in the passenger seat, the radio was on so at time the conversation between the two of them was inaudible, only occasional random phrase such as submission, obedience, training, ownership, respect, address Sir, filtered through. Mr Stephens would occasionally direct questions to me, I'd respond almost automatically with a Yes Mr Stephens. as we approached Kennington words my bladder was starting to feel as if it was ready to empty. I was concentrating on making sure that it didn't, so I was unable to full comprehend the animated conversation between the two handsome leather men in front of me. only words such as inappropriate , disrespectful Sir, alway Sir discipline filtered through.