Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Pearls Before Swine

"Oh my goodness, look who's back!" Robin squealed as Aiden and I walked into the gaming parlor at Maverick Molly's a couple of weeks later.

Somehow it was the beginning of December, and now there was a small artificial Christmas tree in the corner by the piano, decorated with strings of popcorn and dried orange slices, as well as a handful of pretty ornaments—and lit with soft white fairy lights. There were more fairy lights strung in random places, giving the cozy room a festive vibe.

"Hello, Robin," I said, admiring him in his Victorian finery. "You look lovely."

"Don't I always?" he asked.

"Absolutely," Aiden said, taking a seat at an empty table and gesturing for me to join him.

"Lucy talks about you constantly," I told Robin. "I think she has a crush on you."

Robin grinned. "Her and half the men in this city. Please. That's not news. I hope she knows it's pointless."

"Because you're gay or because she's twelve?" I asked.

Robin grinned. "Let me tell you what I was doing when I was twelve…"

I covered my ears. "Nope. Nope. I don't want to know."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, nothing like that…only lusting after all the guys on the football team. I didn't get any action until I was fourteen."

"Oh my God," I said.

"Fourteen?" Aiden said.

"What? I was old enough to know better but young enough not to care." He waved his hand in the air. "It wasn't anything major. Just a couple of blowies behind the bleachers. Those football players weren't as straight as they pretended."

"They never are," Aiden said, laughing.

We had some time to spare before our booking in the Bordello. Maverick Molly's was one of a kind, and we enjoyed the ambience of the gaming parlor. The seductively clad molly boys and occasional ribald performances primed our appetites for later.

I'd noticed a glint in Aiden's eye ever since we'd gotten in the car to come to Molly's for a much-needed visit to the Bordello. He was planning something, but he hadn't told me what. I wondered if it would be more pony play, or a simple—it was never simple—session on the St. Andrew's cross or the spanking bench. We'd talked about formal kinds of medical play but for now stuck with practical applications at his place.

Now that things in my life had stabilized, I wasn't feeling so stressed, and I didn't need the distraction of a session in the same way as I had before—but boy did I want it.

I had arranged with Annie and Brian to let them have Lucy for two weekends a month instead of one, and for an extra couple of weeks in the summer. I expected another kitten to appear at some point, but I think Annie was still dealing with the trauma of Lilly's death and the resurgence of her grief over the death of their son.

In fact, Lucy was there this weekend, so I had the freedom to enjoy Aiden's company without the worry of any interruptions.

Annie had written a very nice note in which she had apologized to Robin for her behavior the night they'd found him looking after Lucy, and she'd even wrapped up a pretty blue and pink scarf that she thought he might like. He'd looked skeptical when I'd passed him the parcel and the note, but after reading it, he blinked rapidly then ripped open the present, exclaiming at Annie's generosity and immediately wrapping the gauzy scarf around his slim neck.

"Tell her she's forgiven," he said, flouncing off to show the other molly boys his gift and letting the note flutter to the floor. I picked it up and put it in my pocket, giving Aiden a wry look.

"At least we know how to get on his good side if we ever screw up," I said.

"Come on," Aiden said. "Let's get the key."

As we approached the bar, Sebastian smiled.

"Good evening, Fletcher," he said in a rather smug way, and I looked at Aiden, who also had a secret smile on his face.

"Oh no. Something's going on," I said, gazing back and forth between the two of them.

"Oh no," Sebastian said, leaning forward on his elbows, seemingly innocent. Too innocent. "Nothing's going on."

"Nothing at all," Aiden echoed.

They looked at me like they had a secret, but they weren't going to tell me anything.

"Uh-huh. Gaslighting at its finest," I muttered. "Whatever. It had better be good."

"What had?" Aiden asked blithely.

"Whatever you two are plotting. If it's not something spectacularly depraved, I'm going to be sorely disappointed."

Sebastian smiled wider and he straightened. "Well then. I don't think we have anything to worry about. Do you?" he asked Aiden.

Aiden only shook his head slowly back and forth and held out his hand. Sebastian gave him the key.

* * * *

"Why is there a…plastic sheet under the spanking bench?" I asked. "And what the fuck is that?"

"It's a pig mask," Aiden said, lifting the pink rubber hood off the bench and showing it to me from all angles. "I had Sebastian prepare a few things for us."

"You're not gonna murder me, are you? I've seen American Psycho."

"I'm not going to murder you, Fletcher. Don't forget, there are security cameras."

"Oh, shit." I had forgotten. Jesus, what if they looked at them all the time? What if they'd lied about only looking if there was a problem?

"Fletcher."

I stared at the pig mask. "I said I liked pet play. I meant I liked being your pony and maybe I'd enjoy being a puppy or a kitten. I didn't mean…that!"

"Fletcher. I think you're forgetting how you're supposed to act in this room."

I looked at the pig mask and the plastic sheet and tried to reconcile it. My brain was screaming no, but every other part of me was shouting yes.

"No, Sir," I said, swallowing thickly.

"You can always safeword."

"Yes, Sir."

I flashed back to an earlier conversation:

"Humiliation and objectification. Those are big with you," Aiden said.

We were sitting at the kitchen table in his apartment, and he was writing stuff down in a little blue notebook.

"Yeah. I don't know why. And I…I'm not sure how much humiliation I can take. Or how much would still be…you know…arousing."

"Hmm. Might be fun to find out." He scribbled something down.

"Well, I did like the pony play…a lot."

"Yeah, there's humiliation in that, for sure. And objectification, too."

"Oh yeah."

He gazed at me, contemplating. "Also caretaking."

"Yeah."

"Would you be interested in exploring all that a bit more?" he asked, with seemingly benign curiosity. It was anything but.

"Sure."

Now I wasn't so sure. What had I gotten myself into?

"Take off your clothes. You don't have to fold them. Just toss them beside the bed."

Normally he had me fold them neatly, so that was the first strange thing. But I did what I was told, feeling that sense of freedom that came with submission. Even though I was unsure, I was still happy to give control to Aiden.

I stood there, trying not to let the nerves take over and watched Aiden pick up the rubber pig hood. It looked soft and flexible, and I wondered how it would feel going over my head. It was a half-mask, with piggy ears and a snub nose with breathing holes, as well as eye holes for me to see through. The mask was kind of cute in one way, terrifying in another.

He held it out to me.

"Put it on, little piggy," he said, and warmth suffused my whole body—a mix of shame, embarrassment and sudden, massive arousal that took me by surprise. My hands shook as I pulled it over my head. The rubber smelled plasticky but not terribly unpleasant. The inside of the half-mask was soft and smooth against my skin.

I waited for Aiden to tell me how wonderful I looked in my piggy hood, but he wasn't even looking at me. Instead, he was throwing things onto the bed:

Pink leather cuffs. A black spreader bar. A black butt plug corkscrew tail.

My beating heart filled my ears, and the heat from the blood rising all over my body made me dizzy.

"Get up here, piggy," he said, slapping the surface of the bed. "All fours. Now."

Oooh, this was a new Aiden, not the soft, benevolent Dom I'd gotten used to. This was something else. And this new Aiden excited me, at the same time that my heart was in my throat, wondering what was about to happen.

Aiden slapped my ass.

I made a sound that was half gasp, half moan.

"Squeal. You're a pig, not a person."

Oh my God.

I tried to wrap my head around it. I wanted to do it, but I couldn't make my throat work.

"Hmm. Maybe you need direct motivation."

He wrapped the soft leather cuffs around my ankles and buckled me into the spreader bar. The clang of metal on metal made everything so real.

"Such a bad piggy. Can't even squeal for me," Aiden sighed.

I thought again about letting out a little piggy squeal, but I didn't think I could do it well enough and it would only sound ridiculous. I wanted to please Aiden, but this was so hard. I was filled with conflicting emotions and frustration at not being able to do what he wanted of me.

Cold lube dripped down my ass crack, and I had an inkling what was coming. The black corkscrew tail flashed into my brain, and I made a strange sound as my cock surged and jerked. But it wasn't quite a squeal.

"Piggy needs a tail, doesn't he?" Aiden murmured.

Yes, yes, he does. Piggy needs something to get him to squeal, because Fletcher is having a really hard time with that request.

The rubber of the tail-plug pressed against my hole as Aiden made clicking noises with his tongue.

"Here, piggy, piggy. Open up for your swirly, curly tail," he said, pushing the lubed plug into me.

I stuttered my breath and tried to relax as the plug spread me apart.

"Squeal, piggy!" Aiden barked as he pressed the plug relentlessly forward.

And I did it. I let out an actual, honest-to-goodness, sounds-like-a-scared-little-piggy squeal as Aiden pressed the tail-plug home.

"There you go," he said, lodging it in place as my whole body blushed with shame. "Do it again."

I made the same noise, a little louder this time, a feeling of euphoria filling me. I wasn't embarrassed. I was actually quite proud of the noise I'd made. And it felt so liberating. Aiden's satisfaction was all that mattered.

"That's my good little piggy," Aiden murmured, making my heart melt and my cock twitch as he rocked my piggy plug to seat it properly. "Such a good piggy."

He slapped my ass again, and I felt my squiggly tail wobble, which created a reverberation through my body. I squealed again, and Aiden laughed.

"Oh, such a happy, happy piggy," he crooned, and I went to heaven.

He unbuckled me from the spreader and told me to get on the floor.

Oh God. When I got off the bed, the piggy tail swayed, and the sensation added to the sense of fullness the plug gave me. My cock was like rock and made it difficult for me to move around.

I went onto my hands and knees. On an impulse, I moved forward and pressed a kiss against Aiden's foot, then snorted, just like a pig rooting for apples. It killed me a little how much I was into this, but in the moment, fully inside my piggy brain, I didn't care how silly that made me. I was allowed to be silly here, because Aiden liked it, Aiden demanded it, and fuck, it felt amazing.

"Good piggy," Aiden said, slapping my buttock with the end of the crop he was holding. "Now crawl around and find all the treats I've left for you."

Treats?I looked through my piggy hood and caught sight of a baby carrot on the wood floor. Sure enough, there were baby carrots scattered around the room, mostly in this section, but I still had to crawl to get them. When I got to the first one, I reached for it with my hand.

"Uh-uh. You don't have hands, only hooves. You're a pig, for fuck's sake. Also, I want you to pretend to snuffle for it. I want to see verifiable piggy antics here—or no reward when we're done."

He was playing hardball today. And speaking of hard balls…

I closed my eyes and bent my rubber snout to the floor, making snuffling noises and ‘searching' for the carrot. When I ‘found' it, I used my teeth to grab it then chewed it carefully as Aiden watched, idly tapping the crop against his thigh.

"Another," he said, when I'd finished eating. He pointed toward another baby carrot. "Gotta find them all."

In reality, there were only five, but time and distance were skewed, and it seemed like I crawled around for hours eating carrots like a good little piggy. My universe shrank to just this room, and this task and this person. It felt so good and right.

"Okay, piggy, that's enough," Aiden said finally, calling me over. When I got there, he told me to sit up and hold out my ‘hooves'.

I reared up in a begging position and snorted. I was right in character now. He buckled the pink cuffs around my wrists, and I saw him fighting a smile. "Look at you…all pale and flushed and horny. That cock is gonna poke me in the eye if it gets any bigger."

I snorted. Aiden grinned.

"Over to the bench, piggy-wiggy," he said, and I went where he led me. The hood and tail felt like a part of me now, and I fully embraced my debasement.

Aiden fastened me onto the spanking bench, with my ass and its little curly tail in the air, my cock jutting underneath. I settled into position, wondering what was in store.

"I think this little piggy is ready for milking," Aiden said, and my vision might have blanked out. Suddenly, there was a hand on my neck, and Aiden was at my ear.

"Did you know that naughty little piggies who eat all the carrots get their cocks milked?"

Shame and embarrassment flushed me with heady heat. My cock pulsed, and bliss sparked from my stuffed innards.

I gave a little squeal of protest, but there wasn't much force behind it.

"Quiet, now," Aiden said.

He took hold of my squiggly tail and pulled gently. I felt the pressure from the plug inside me as it began to exit my body, stretching me wide as I squealed and moaned.

It squelched out of me with satisfying ease.

Aiden wrapped a cord around my cock and balls, and snapped it tight, giving my erection a slap in the meantime. I groaned as Aiden eased some kind of rubber prostate wand into my ass.

I stuttered a gasp when the hard ball at the end made contact.

"There," Aiden said. "All right. Let's get this piggy milked."

The prostate wand began a gentle vibration that sent waves of soft delight through me. I made a very un-pig-like moan as the wand began to do its work. Aiden pressed the bulbous tip against my prostate to make sure I felt the vibration, stroking my cock and aiming it at the plastic sheet.

The sensation was indescribable. The psychological effect of being treated this way, like an animal in a milking pen, merged with the intense physical sensations. I closed my eyes, whimpering and moaning, as I leaked like a broken radiator under Aiden's expert manipulations.

"That's my good piggy. Enjoy your milking. Maybe I'll let you come. We'll see. But right now I'm getting plenty of semen from this procedure."

Aiden milked my cock like it was a cow's teat, and every now and then he'd shake it so that drops of seminal fluid landed on the plastic sheet, making little splats.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I wanted to come, but I also didn't want this agonizing pleasure to stop. I was strung out on a wire of bliss as Aiden milked me until I didn't think I had anything left, his hand on my cock, squeezing the juice out of me in tiny, trickling batches.

This was enough. This was everything.

Aiden shook my cock to get the last drips off.

"Good job, little piggy. Look at all that jizz. I'm a fucking artist."

I craned my head and gazed at the plastic sheet, which had a Pollock design of milky splotches all over it.

I made a little squeal, and Aiden laughed. "Oh yes, my sweet little piggy. Now for your reward." His voice was rough with desire and harsh with need.

Metal clanged softly, and I heard a zip as Aiden moved behind me. He eased the prostate wand out and settled the head of his lubed dick at my hole.

I wiggled with anticipation and desperate desire. My cock had softened from the milking, but as Aiden sank his into me, pleasure bloomed from inside.

I snorted, and Aiden cursed.

"I'm going to give you something to hold on to, my dirty little piggy," he grunted, and I knew what was happening here. He wasn't going to let me come, at least not yet.

"Such a lucky little piggy, to get what I'm going to give you…" he panted out, fucking me with pragmatic and steady motions, with only one aim, to get himself off so he could dump a quart of semen inside me—my reward.

The sense of objectification and debasement quadrupled, and I squealed my appreciation.

Use me and abuse me! Dump your spunk in me and let me wallow in my shame and accept my lowly place. I ask for nothing but scraps of irrelevant pleasure from the process.

I squealed and snorted as he thrust into me, acting like I hated every minute, when the opposite was true. I doubled down on what he'd asked of me, figuring he'd enjoy it.

"Squeal, little piggy, squeal. I'll give you what you need."

He went faster, his breaths quick and bracketed by soft moans. Deep thrusts now—one, two, three and he stilled, snugging against me and unloading with a drawn-out groan, bending over me so far that I felt his hot breath on the skin of my back.

I squealed, quieter now, the knowledge that he'd buried his hot spunk in me making me dizzy. He sighed and finished up with slow, seductive thrusts of his still-hard cock, to demonstrate how pleased he was.

"Oh yeah. Such a good little piggy. Such a dirty little piggy." He was tired after all that.

I whimpered, desperate for more.

"Mmm. Now I'm going to keep you dirty," Aiden murmured, sliding out and no-doubt watching as a tiny dribble of his spunk escaped. He pushed the piggy tail into me again, as I swooned with happiness.

"Now I've fed your greedy little piggy hole and stopped it up. How do you like that?"

I listened as he cleaned himself and zipped up, then came around and very methodically and impersonally, jerked my cock until I exploded all over the floor in an ecstasy of sublime objectification.