His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 241.

Frankie Meering sat in the waiting-room in a state of contained nervous uneasiness.  She had never intended to make a visit to the boot parlour.  She was an only child, and had been brought up by a single mother with anxiety issues, who had taught her to be wary of everyone, but especially men.  As a result she was still as timid as a little mouse in mixed society, and was only really comfortable in the company of her few friends or her horses.  But two of those friends, who had already visited, had coaxed and teased her until she felt ashamed of her cowardice, and consented to take the plunge.  Having agreed and allowed them to book a session for her, she immediately regretted her decision.  But they had made sure she attended, accompanying her to the boot parlour entrance and handing her into Ellie’s custody.  Even then, had it not been for Ellie’s detaining her with aimless gossip, at which she excelled, she may well have fled.

She had seen the boys about the Centre in their civvies, and the sight of them brought a flush to her cheeks, and, when on one occasion they passed close by and looked at her, almost gave her a panic attack.  Tim especially seemed so tall and masculine that the mere idea of being in his company, especially wearing one of those superhero uniforms she had seen at the show, made her heart flutter with terror. 
She waited, trembling, as the clock ticked towards nine.  On the dot, the door opened, and the boys appeared - their first appearance before customers as pageboys.  She took in the little latex shorts with pink frills, the frilled latex gloves, the Mary Janes, the ribbon chokers – and nearly laughed out loud.  Her hand went to her mouth, and she emitted an involuntary snort.  The boys, anticipating quite the opposite reaction, stopped in their tracks.  Was this the shy, delicate girl Ellie had warned them about?  Had there been a change of booking?  Why wasn’t she staring in admiration at their amazing cool uniforms?
Bobby took charge.
“Er, good morning, miss.  I’m Bobby, and this is Timmy.  Boot boys at your service.  Please instruct us as to what you require, and we’ll do our best…”
Frankie had quickly recovered her self-control.  “Thank you, boys.  I must say you look very…smart.  Smart, yes.”  She was fighting the desire to burst out laughing.  So these were the boys she had been frightened of!  How could they possibly think…?  But it didn’t matter.  They believed it, and she wasn’t going to disabuse them.  She’d take  her cue from them.
“Wow!  What amazing uniforms!  You look so cool.  I’m so glad I came to see you at last.”
The boys looked at each other with satisfied smiles.  She must have been taken aback at first.  Too much of a shock for her, probably.
Tim immediately went into swaggering mode.
“Glad you like ‘em, miss.  Do you like the colour?  Cos we got uvvers in the pipeline, like, in different styles and colours.”
“Wherever did you get them?”
“We got our own supplier, see?  Big internash’nal company.  Make us whatever we want.”
“Really?  But I like these ones.  I love them, in fact.  Can I see…?”
She leant forward.  Tim strolled over to give her a better view.  She reached out and touched the side of his shorts, then ruffled his frills.  She noted with delight the vertical bulge at the front, and the neat separation of his balls.  She bit her lip, determined to stay serious.
“They’re so well made…  And the fit…”
“All our uniforms are made to measure,” piped up Bobby. 
“Gosh, is that a fact?”  Frankie leant back again.  “Do you only wear them in here?  It’s a pity you can’t wear them outside for everyone to see.”
“Well, no, we’re not allowed,” continued Bobby.  “I think Miss Poole is worried they might get damaged if we did that…”
“Yeah.  They’re ‘spensive, see…very ‘spensive,” boasted Tim.
“But next month,” said Bobby, excitedly, “we have permission to wear them to a big wedding.  It’s like a friend of a friend…”
“Gosh, how exciting!  You’ll be a big hit, I’m sure…”

There was a short pause, while Frankie looked both of them up and down.  She took out her phone.
“Would you mind if…?”
“No, not at all,” said Bobby.  “Go ahead.”
“Could I have one of each of you separately, then one with both of you together?”
“Sure.”
“Bobby? Could you stand by the door?  Just stand naturally…”
She rose from her chair and stood opposite him.  Bobby hooked his thumbs into his belt and grinned.  Frankie took a number snaps in various poses, keeping him busy for about five minutes, during which time he became conscious of the increasing intensity of the vibrations deep inside, and the consequent effect on his level of arousal.  By the time she was satisfied, the pressure in the front of his shorts was palpable.  He blushed slightly, and was relieved to when she called on Tim to take his place.
But Tim was already in a worse state.  His plug had been twitching and pulsing all the while Bobby was being photographed, and now, despite his best efforts, his coc-k was quite out of control, and flaunting its length shamelessly as if determined to do its best to reach his belt buckle.  At Frankie’s summons he looked around, as if to say, “what, me?” but Frankie, delighted at his obvious embarrassment, was having no procrastination, and gestured to him to take Bobby’s place by the door.  She went down on one knee to make sure of the best angle.
“Come on, Timmy.  Your turn.  Good boy.  No, not like that – hook your thumbs in your belt like Bobby did.  That’s it.  That a much cooler pose.  Smile, Timmy…  Come on now, show how happy you are in your brand new pageboy outfit.  That’s right!  Hold it…”
Tim’s cheeks were burning as he faced her.  His coc-k was as now firm and fat as a bratwurst sausage, standing proud and vertical in his shorts, pressing against his tummy.  There was a noticeable narrowing half way up the shaft, marking the position of the latex tether.  Every now and then it twitched visibly in response to the relentless vibrations of his butt-plug.  But Frankie had no mercy, ordering into a variety of cute poses, enhanced by finger gestures – peace sign, finger to lips (naughty-boy style), hand over mouth (oops! What have I done?), and so on.  She even tricked him into one, making him stand with his right thumb hooked into his belt, and then telling him to close all his other fingers except the index finger, leaving him pointing right at that which he most desired to conceal; but he realised just too late! 
When she had finished with him, she took a brief time out to scroll through her pictures.  Yes, these were going to make her quite a reputation amongst her friends, no doubt about that.  She wound up with a few snaps of the boys together, arms in arm, wearing sickly smiles.  The boot-cleaning came almost as an afterthought, but she felt the boys had done everything she had asked of them, and they deserved the respite of being on their knees for a few minutes instead of on show.
She looked down at them as they knelt, side-by-side, working on the leather.  These were the sort of boys she liked.  Sweet, innocent, and easily tamed.  The shyness was all theirs; she felt quite at ease around them now, and indeed, the whole session had made her feel a much more confident person.  She knew this wouldn’t be her last visit…

As she walked away from the parlour, past a couple of waiting customers, she felt calm and contented.  Thinking of the photos on her phone, and the pleasure she would have editing them and showing them off to her friends, there was an uncharacteristically satisfied smile on her face…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 242.

Ellie had hung around to check Frankie wasn’t too shocked by her experience, and was quite surprised to see her emerge from the waiting-room with a smile on her face.
“Hi, Frankie?  Okay, sweetie?”
“Oh, yes, Ellie.  That was quite a show, thank you.  Quite an eye-opener.”
“Oh…well, good.  I’m pleased you’re…satisfied.  Your boots look lovely and shiny now…”
“My boots?  Oh, yes…of course, my boots.  Yes, they did a good job on those too.  Very smart boys.  I shall definitely be back.”
“Really?  You liked their uniforms, then…”
“Oh my god, they’re just perfect, Ellie.  I never imagined Miss Poole…   I mean to say, the boys are so good.  Polite and obedient.  And such an amazing service.  I can’t wait to show my friends the photos I took.”
“Photos?  You took some photos?”
“Lots and lots, actually, Ellie.  Especially of Tim.  He’s quite a big boy, isn’t he?  I mean, to be wearing those cute little shorts.  Bobby too – so pretty.  They’re going to cause a sensation at that wedding…”
“Oh, they told you…”
“Boasting about it, yes, bless them.  To think I had to be persuaded to come here…”
She looked thoughtful for a moment, then turned on her heel and headed for the door.
“See you again soon, Ellie.”

The door had barely shut behind her when Tim burst out of the waiting-room. 
“Has she gone?”
Ellie frowned - then noticed his erection.  She refrained from smiling.  “Yes…”
“Ellie, what’s wiv these plugs?  They were goin’ mad today.  Did you alter the settin’s or somefink?”
“Settings, Tim?  There are no settings.  I told you, the vibrations are completely random.  I have no control over them.  What, did it feel different today?”
She lied convincingly.  Future pranks depended on them believing it.
“Different?  Stronger, yes.  Like my whole lower body feels like it bein’ vibed…”
“Oh…  Yes, I see.  You too, Bobby?”
“Yes…  It was quite embarrassing.  I hope we didn’t scare her away…”
In view of her recent conversation with Frankie, she didn’t think they had, but she made a mental note to be more careful with the butt-plugs.  “If they can do that setting three,” she thought, “what effect must the higher ones have?”
She would have offered to change their shorts, but at that moment the next booking arrived.  The boys dodged back inside and tried to calm themselves, but it was clear they were in for a torrid morning…

At lunchtime Ellie arranged for the boys to change into clean shorts – and she made sure the vibes were on the lowest setting.
“There.  I’ll have the others checked out.  It may be an internal fault.”
Tim looked suspicious, but as nothing toward had happened after fifteen minutes or so, apart from some minor fluttering, he accepted her explanation.
“Who’s next,” asked Bobby.  “Anyone we know?”
“You don’t know them.  It’s Faith and Jamilah.  They’re members, and their horses are in livery hear.  Experienced riders.  They started here together when they were kids.  Won a good few medals between them.  They’re here out of curiosity.  They told me they’d heard some pretty lurid rumours about the new boot boys, so they decided to come and check them out.  And get their boots polished.”

Almost as soon as they opened the waiting-room door and saw their customers sitting chatting and sipping coffee, Bobby and Tim knew this was going to be one of their more pleasurable sessions.
“Hi boys!  Lovely to see you!  We’ve heard so much about you,” cried Faith, with a big smile.
“Don’t tell us,” grinned Jamilah.  “You’re Tim” -  she pointed at Tim – “and you’re Bobby.  Yes, everyone’s talking about you, you know.  Your quite famous – and not only in Pitt’s Wood.  I’ve heard some of the girls from Fleetford have booked sessions too.”
The boys relaxed at once.
“We do our best…” began Bobby.
“Come and sit down for a minute” said Faith.  “Let’s get to know each other.  Here…”
She moved along two seats, and beckoned them to sit between her and Jamilah.  They made their way over and sat down rather awkwardly, hands in laps, Tim next to Jamilah, Bobby next to Faith.
“So these are you new uniforms,” said Jamilah.  “Very smart!  We were lucky, Faith – we got the first day of their pageboy outfits.  They really suit you.  Do you like them?”
“Oh, yeah…  Fanks, miss.”
“Yes, thank you for saying so.  We’re very proud of our new uniforms.  We’re grateful to Miss Poole for paying for them, for our boot parlour, and all our equipment.  She’s been really good to us all along.”
“That’s because she knows a good thing when she sees it,” nodded Faith.  “She’s a very good businesswoman as well as knowing everything there is to know about equitation.  But boys – how did you get into this occupation – cleaning boots?”
“’E started it,” said Tim, pointing a thumb at Bobby.  “’E was the one what was inter it from the start, eh, mate?”
“Is that true, Bobby?”
Bobby reddened slightly.  “I guess…  I used to clean all my aunt’s boots for her – she’s got stacks and stacks of them – and she knows Miss Poole, and the idea just sort of grew from there…”
“So do you enjoy what you do?”
“Oh, yes, very much!” he blurted.  Then perceiving he may have dropped his guard a little, he added, “I, er…that is to say…  What I mean is, it’s very satisfying to provide a useful service to all the riders.  They may not have time to clean their boots, and with us they don’t even have to take them off.  They can sit and relax while we do all the work.”
“You sound as though you love what you do, Bobby.  How about you, Tim?”
“At first ‘e talked me inter it.  But now I’m getting’ to like it.  We get well paid, and…”
“And you get to chat up all the girls…” put in Jamilah, with a wink.
Tim gave a sheepish grin.
“So, what sort of boots do you like best?” asked Faith.
“I don’t mind,” said Tim, frankly.  “’E likes figh-boots, don’cher Bobby?”
“Really, Bobby?  Is that true?” gasped Jamilah.  “I wish I’d known.  I would have worn mine today.  They come right up to here!”  She indicated a point high up on her thigh.  Bobby gulped and pressed his hands more firmly in his lap.  The mere thought was enough…
“Yeah, it’s true, ain’t it mate?”
“Shut up, Tim…”
“You should’a seen ‘im when we ‘ad that Serena lady in ‘ere…”
“Serena?”  Faith laughed.  “You serviced Serena?”
“Yeah,” continued Tim, enjoying Bobby’s embarrassment, “we did.  An’ she was wearin’ this amazin’ latex outfit…”
“Ah, yes.  We’ve seen that,” said Faith.  “That little flirt.  Well, if she’s heard about your new outfits she’ll be back, I can guarantee that.”
“Yes.  There’s nothing she likes better than handsome young men,” grinned Jamilah.  “Eats ‘em for breakfast.  Better watch out, boys!”
“How do you feel about being eaten by Serena?” asked Faith seriously.  The boys looked at her, alarmed, making the girls explode with laughter.
“Anyway,” said Jamilah, “I think it’s time you attended to us.  Do you like our boots?”
Both girls wore tan riding boots over black leather breeches, a look that had been trending at Pitt’s Wood for some months.  They had been leaning into the boys, so that the leather was pressing against their bare thighs.  Beneath his hands Bobby was already hard, and Tim wasn’t far behind.  It was a relief to get down on their knees and get to work…

It was an enjoyable session.  The boys felt they had made two good friends.  The girls left a good tip, kissed them goodbye, promised to come again soon – and Jamilah promised to wear her thigh-boots.  They left the boys in the waiting-room, walked down the corridor and out of the main door.  And only then did they release their suppressed feelings, and collapse in laughter…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 243.

It had been a good day.  Everyone had been impressed by their new uniforms, and they had received lots of compliments, and what was just as important, tips, from all their customers.  They were feeling popular, they were getting to know the stable girls and some of the paying members, they were beginning to rake in the cash – though they wouldn’t get their first month’s salary for a couple of weeks yet – and their loves-lives were looking up.  May and Jessica were coming over after work, and they were hoping for at least a good snogging session, if not more…
They were in their sitting-room, about to change out of their uniforms, when Ellie walked in.
Tim frowned.  “Ever ‘eard of knockin’ before you come bargin’ in?”
“Knocking?  Why?  Is there someone important in here?”
“You’re so rude sometimes, Ellie…” remarked Bobby.
Ellie sighed.  “Look.  You work here, I work here.  None of us is better than the others.  I have a lot of work to do looking after your needs, which means I’m gonna be around this place as much as you.  I’m not your slave, and you’re not international celebrities, - so get used to it.”
“We’re more celebrities than you are,” said Tim, trying – and failing – to look important.
“Well, Timmy Painter, I know you’ve had girls drooling all over your magnificent body all day, but to me you’re just a boot boy.  Some come down to earth, okay?”
Tim was about to respond, but Bobby stopped him.
“Come on, Tim.  She’s right you know.  We need Ellie more than she needs us.  Sorry, Ellie.”
Ellie looked surprised.  “Thank you Bobby.  I’m glad one of you gets it at least.”
“Sorry, Ellie,” echoed Tim, .  “I didn’t mean nuffink bad …”
“Okay, Tim.  No offence taken.  I’m only here to bring you your alternative outfits.  Instructions from May and Jessica.  Something about continuing your “education” – whatever that means.”  (Though she had a pretty good idea.)  “So get showered and I’ll help you into them.”

After work May and Jessica had gone up to the main building to shower and change.  It was six-thirty by the time they got back to the boot parlour.  Ellie was just leaving.
“They’re all ready.  Hoods and everything.  Vibes on number two.”
“Any problems?”
“Nope.  Seems they’ll do anything if you guys want them to.  You have them well trained.”
“We’ve only just started, Ellie,” grinned Jessica.

They found the boys sitting side by side on the sofa, each dressed exactly as they had requested – shorts with flies, white socks, Mary Janes, red ribbon choker, pink hood with tunnel gag, shirtless, but wearing red latex gloves.  Jessica nodded towards Bobby’s little budding breasts.  May smiled approval.  The plugs were out and lying on the coffee-table, next to their baseball caps. 
“Hello boys,” said May, gaily, picking up the caps and putting them on over their hoods.  “Ooh, that looks quite weird…” she exclaimed, “caps and blank pink faces…  But quite cool…”
“All dressed up ready for your lesson.  What good little boys,” said Jessica, patronisingly.  “You’re learning fast.  Follow Ellie’s instructions and you won’t go far wrong.”
She winked at May.  Ellie was right.  They seemed to have accepted the girls’ authority already.  That would make their job much easier.
“Have you eaten?”  Shakes of heads.  “No?  Neither have we.  Let’s continue with your lessons first, shall we?  We can eat in an hour or so.  Now what’s on the agenda today, May?”
“Well, why don’t we carry on from where we left off?  Tim was fantasizing about Bobby’s dress, I believe.  Is that right, Tim?  Are you blushing under that hood?”  She put her hand near his face.  “Goodness, I can feel your cheeks burning!” she joked.
She set her phone filming on the coffee-table, and they took their seats either side of it.  They began by stroking the front of the boys shorts, while May reminded them of Tim’s fantasy, rehearsing every little detail and adding a few observations of her own.  By the time she was half way through an imaginative description of how Bobby might look in his latex panties, they were both beginning to fidget, their breathing had become deeper, and the fronts of their shorts were beginning to show signs of strain.
“You remember all that, Tim?” said Jessica.  “You were really very specific.  Perhaps some time we’ll be able to realise your little fantasy.  Would you like that?”
No reply.
“Would you?”
Tim stiffened, and made an inarticulate sound.
She popped open his fly, and his coc-k sprang out, erect and quivering.
“I’ll take that as a yes.  So, I want you to imagine Bobby in his cute little dress with his white stockings and his” – she lowered her voice – “his little panties…”
Tim squirmed, making his coc-k tremble.  Jessica reached out and took it delicately between finger and thumb.  It was satisfyingly hard.  She continued. 
“Today imagine he’s done his hair up in pretty red ribbons, with a matching ribbon choker - like the one he’s wearing right now - and put on a little makeup.    Lovely bright red lip gloss, red eye shadow, and mascara.  And to hold his little breasts – I’m sure you’ve noticed them – he’s wearing a cute little training bra.  You know why he’s taken all that trouble?  Well I’ll tell you.  He’s hoping you’ll ask him out!  Yes!  He wants to go on a date with you!  Isn’t that sweet?  Do you think you’d be brave enough to do that?”
Tim shuddered.  His was breathing faster now, the air making a faint whistling sound in his gag.
“Maybe in a week or so, when he gets his new dress, you’ll take the plunge.  You can tell him how you feel – he’s right next to you now.  Oh, I forgot.  You can’t speak, can you.  Never mind.  At the moment, like you, he’s not even wearing a shirt.  He looks even more like a pretty girl.  Shame you can’t see.  You’ll just have to contain yourself for now…”
She broke off, leaving the narrative hanging in the air, giving him a chance to compose himself.  But with all the talk of dresses and makeup, and with his thigh pressed against Tim’s, which was trembling slightly, Bobby was also feeling aroused.  The thought of red ribbons and glossy red lipstick was very exciting.  May regarded his little bulge with amused satisfaction, then reached over and flipped the press-stud.  Out jumped the little sausage, gleaming and eager in its scarlet skin, like Tim’s slightly smaller twin.

So there they were, side by side, hands on knees.  Jessica gave May a thumbs-up.  What next?  They’d not really made a firm plan, but were thinking they’d play it by ear.  May looked thoughtful for a moment, then leant over and whispered in Jessica’s ear.  Jessica looked doubtful, but shrugged.  She turned back to Tim.
“Bobby fancies you as well, Tim.  Do you know that?”
Tim gave a slight doubtful shake of the head.
“Shall I show you?  Here, give me your hand…”
She took his left hand, lifted it over Bobby’s right arm, wrapped his fingers around the top of Bobby’s coc-k, and withdrew her own hand.  Bobby gasped.  Tim tensed, but didn’t let go.
“See how excited he is?” she said, blandly.  That’s all down to you, young sir.”
Bobby squirmed.  There was a sharp intake of breath through Tim’s gag, but his fingers stayed where they were.  He could feel the heat of Bobby’s coc-k through its condom and his gloves.  In the darkness behind the latex mask Tim was in his own little fantasy world, and vibrating with excitement.  This was on a different level from the boys’ earlier sexual encounters.  The way the latex hood clung to his face, its powerful reassuring scent, made him feel safe and free.  He abandoned himself to his feelings, and began gently to massage Bobby’s twitching boyhood, eliciting a faint moan of pleasure.  Jessica put a finger to her lips, and the girls stayed quiet, and sat back to observe.  Bobby’s hands were gripping his knees, his head resting on the back of the sofa.  His bare chest was rising and falling faster as his breathing quickened.  Every now and then he would tense, as if staving off orgasm.  Then, quite unexpectedly, he reached across and gripped Tim’s erection, making him squeak with surprise.  The girls wanted to scream out loud, but they forced themselves to stay quiet and watch while Bobby and Tim proceeded to engage in an enthusiastic mutual masturbation competition.
“They’re really going for it,” whispered May delightedly.  “Who do you thinks going to win?”
“My money’s on Bobby.  Tim’s ready to pop at any moment.”
The words were hardly out of her mouth when Tim was convulsed with orgasm, jerking and moaning as Bobby milked away mercilessly, until his friend’s spasms induced his own shuddering climax.

Their ecstatic frenzy gradually subsided, leaving them limp and spent, leaning against each other.  They were incapable of resisting as the girls carefully removed their full condoms, and having exchanged them, fed them the contents despite some ineffectual resistance.  It had been a most satisfactory lesson.  But Jessica had a theory.
“This isn’t their first time, May,” she whispered.  “Bet you anything you like.  Wait…” – she raised her voice – “Tell us the truth, boys.  Have you done this before?”
No response.
“Just nod your heads if you have.  Don’t be shy about it.  You seemed too good at it…”
Tim remained silent, shaking his head, but Bobby was too honest to deny it.  He nodded slowly, and held up two fingers.
“So this is the third time?”
Tim dug his elbow into Bobby’s ribs, but he nodded again.
“I thought so.  Well, if you’ve swallowed your treats – have you? – good, then we can take off your hoods.”
They stood behind the boys as they had done the day before and rolled them off, making sure to capture their faces on the video in case it was needed for future use.  They didn’t notice, seeming mainly intent on avoiding each other’s eyes. 
“Don’t be embarrassed,” said Jessica.  “That’s the whole point of these exercises – to dispense with unnecessary embarrassment and get you in touch with your true feelings.  That was an expression of true friendship - and don’t try to tell us you didn’t enjoy it!  I bet you enjoyed it more than the first two times, right?”
They couldn’t deny it.  The previous time, after they had finished, they felt a little bit awkward.  This time, with the girls in charge, there was an initial embarrassment, but they felt much more relaxed.  Actually, it had been quite fun – and a lot more exciting and intense. 
Bobby grinned.  “You came first again, Tim  That’s two-one, isn’t it?”
“That ain’t fair!  I weren’t ready for it!  If I’d ‘ad a warnin’ you was gonna do that as well…”
“Stop bickering, you two!” scolded Jessica.  “Listen.  Why don’t I order some food, there’s beer in the fridge, and we can have a kiss and cuddle until it arrives.  Yes?”
Their sexual needs satisfied – for the time being – they were suddenly overwhelmed with the desire for food and drink.  “Yes please!” they chorused.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 244.

The next morning Ellie was just coming down the path between the two stable blocks as the girls were leaving the boot parlour for work.
“Good morning!”
“Hi, Ellie!”
“Have a nice evening?  Did they behave?”
“Oh, yes.  They were really good.  Bobby even took the initiative at one point…” said Jessica, with an enigmatic smile.
“I won’t ask what you mean by that.  You can tell me later.”
“Ellie?  We wanted to ask you something,” said May.  “It’s right that Bobby’s going to get a dress soon, yeah?  He’s really desperate to have one.  Tim too.  No, Tim especially!  Do you know when it’s likely to happen?  And what sort of dress might it be?”
“I don’t – but I can have a word with Cynthia, who’s responsible for all his gear.  I’ll ring her this morning.  Do you know what Bobby’s looking for?”
“Blue satin, puff sleeves.  Party dress sort of thing.”
“Okay – I’ll run it past her.”
Great.  Thanks.  We want to give them a surprise.  They work so hard.”
“I know.  Going to the canteen for lunch today?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.  See you there.  About twelve-thirty?”
“Yeah fine…  ”

After getting the boys ready, despatching them for their first session, and tidying up, Ellie sat down and called Cynthia.
“Hi Cynthia.  It’s Ellie.  How are you?”
“I’m fine.  You?”
“Yes, good.  I’ve been asked by the boys’ girlfriends to ask you about Bobby’s dress.  Is there one in the pipeline?”
“There is…but it’s not ready yet.  Why?”
“Apparently they’re both quite excited by the idea.”
“Both?”
“Bobby and Timmy.”
Cynthia laughed.  “Oh, really?  That’s so cute.  We haven’t fully discussed the design yet.  But I can probably find him one off the peg.  He’s a standard size.  What did you have in mind?”
“Apparently the flavour of the month is a party dress - blue satin with puff sleeves.”
“Blue for a boy, eh?  I’m sure we can find something suitable.  But he’d have to come here.  I wouldn’t send something out without trying it on him.  When does he need it by?”
“Not sure.  I’ll find out.  They’re busy this week, too.  How are you fixed?  There’s only one booking Saturday afternoon, and it’s a single.  Tim could handle that by himself.  Might you be around?”
“Sure, any time after two.  Let me know if he needs accessories.  I could even get Trish to give him a makeover…”

Ellie reported back to the girls.  May immediately volunteered to drive him to Fantastex.
“I don’t have to work Saturday.  Whereabouts is the shop?”
“Off the Kennett road, about six miles past South Kennett.  Wylye Marsh Trading Estate.”
“I can take my mum’s car.  She’s going into London for the day.  Don’t anyone tell Tim, right?  We can’t tell Bobby either.  It can be a surprise.  He can leave as a bloke and come back as a girl!”
“What will you say?” asked Jessica.
“I dunno.  I’ll think of something.  Maybe I’ll say I’m going to buy some clothes and I want him along for his opinion.”
“Cynthia said they can give him a complete makeover too, if you wanted.”
“Wow.  Why not?  Let’s go for it.  By the way, what about money?  What’s this going to cost us?”
“Don’t worry, May.  It’s all goes on the account.  I’ll clear it with Miss Poole.”
“Would you?  Thanks, Ellie…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 245. 

Wednesday.  An uneventful morning.  Three sessions, all girls from the staff.  The first pair were Evelina and Gabby from reception.  They’d got permission to take the first hour off.  Miss Poole diverted her secretary to look after reception for them.  They had heard about the pageboy uniforms and simply couldn’t wait to see how the boys looked.  There was a fair amount of flirting on both sides, which put the boys in a good mood for the rest of the morning.  But after lunch they were in for a shock.
“Next session, two customers,” Ellie stated blandly.  “You know them.  They’ve booked the entire afternoon.  Enjoy.”
“Who is it?” asked Bobby.”
“Go see.  Specials.  Remember boys – absolute obedience.  Yes?”
When they found Diana and Eleanor sitting simpering in the waiting room after lunch, their faces fell.  Uncharacteristically the ladies were dressed casually, in shirts and jeans.
“Oh, dear,” said Diana sarcastically, “aren’t you pleased to see us?”
“Why, of course, Miss Murchison…  No, I mean…  It’s just that lunch was a bit disappointing…”
“Oh, is that all?  Well, let’s see if we can offer you something more inspiring, shall we?  Follow us, please.”
They rose and went to the parlour door, waiting for Bobby to open it.  It operated on a coded electronic lock, one keypad on the outside wall, one on the inside.  He unlocked the door and let them in, he and Tim following behind, and locked it on the inside, as was his habit.  When you entered the parlour itself there was a wall immediately on the right, on which was a cupboard, a couple of visitors’ chairs, and at the end, adjacent to the professional chairs, washing facilities, whilst on the left was a bay containing the single professional chair, a coffee machine and a water dispenser, and on the wall a row of cupboards for the boys’ equipment, plus two, one tall and one shorter, which were locked.
The door to the parlour was thick and soundproof, a timber four-panel door with a heavy frame and cruciform design, and a sealing strip around all four edges, designed to muffle proceedings from anyone sitting in the waiting room.  There was a faint whoosh of air when you opened or shut it.  And on the inside was a feature Bobby had taken to be either decorative or reinforcement – a steel track set into the central vertical running almost the length of the door.  In fact this had a very specific purpose, as did other steel wall fitments at the far end, for the realisation of which access to the private cupboards, whose key was lent only to special customers, was necessary.  Today Diana and Eleanor had that key in their possession, as well as certain information which had so far been imparted by Miss Poole to them alone.

Diana turned to the boys.
“Go and sit there, you two.  Go on,” she ordered, curtly, indicating the visitors’ chairs.  Then she went straight to one of the locked cupboards and unlocked it, and proceeded to rummage inside.  She took out a small plastic box containing something metallic, an array of pink straps, and a few short lengths of steel chain with end clips.  Then she summoned Bobby.
“Stand here.”
She took him by the arm, quite forcefully, and stood him by the right side of the door.  Then she produced three steel devices, like thumbscrews Bobby thought.  She inserted the first into the track on the level of his neck.  She pushed it in, turned it sideways so a flange engaged with the sides of the track, then screwed what looked like a flattened D-ring several times using a tool like a fork until it was firmly fixed in place, and the ring was vertical.  She repeated the exercise at the level of his waist and ankles, so there were three tethering points on the door in the form of narrow vertical rectangles.
“Chin up.”
First she buckled a broad pink leather collar around his neck.  It had a buckle with a D-ring at the front, and another free D-ring at the back.  Then matching ankle-cuffs.
“Now stand in the middle…”
The first thing she did was to unbuckle the belt of his shorts, unthread one side from the belt loops, thread it through middle tether, and back through the loops, and buckle it up again, thus securing his waist to the door.  She allowed herself a little smile at the success of this first operation.  Next she secured the rear D-ring on his collar to the top tether with a short double-clip chain.  And finally she went down on one knee and attended to his ankles.  A short chain with a carabiner clip at each end was attached to one ankle-cuff, passed through the tether, and attached to the other.  She stood up, looking very pleased with herself.
“Try and move, Bobby.  Difficult, eh?  Very good.  Nearly finished.”
Finally, she buckled on a pair of pink leather wrist-cuffs, which she attached together with a second clipped chain which she passed behind his back.
“Excellent!”
He was now fully immobilised, standing to attention fastened securely to the door of his own boot parlour.  Tim looked from Bobby to Diana, and then to Eleanor, for some sort of explanation.
“Don’t worry, Timmy,” smirked Eleanor.  “we haven’t forgotten you.  Here, let’s get these on you.”
He stood helplessly as they fitted him with wrist- and ankle-cuffs.  The wrist-cuffs they attached directly to Bobby’s with screw-links, the ankle-cuffs to the bottom tether, on a slightly longer chain than Bobby’s.
“Feet slightly apart, Timmy,” ordered Diana.  “You’re an inch or two taller than Bobby.  That’s better.  Now your belts are quite level.”
She connected their belt-rings with a single screw-link, so their stomachs were touching. Then on went Tim’s collar, and another short length of clipped chain attached it to Bobby’s.  Now they were looking straight into each other’s faces.  Bobby looked concerned, Tim distinctly alarmed.  With their wrists also clipped together, they were quite helpless.
“There,” laughed Diana, “I hope you’re both comfortable.  I understand you two are quite close, emotionally.  So I don’t imagine you’re too upset.  Feel free to have a little kiss and cuddle if you want.  Don’t mind us…”  And they both sniggered like schoolgirls.
They left them in this uncomfortable position for a few minutes, while they took a few snaps from different angles.  The boys felt annoyed and awkward.  They tried to avoid each other’s eyes, and Tim planted his feet as far back as he could, and stuck out his rear, in an effort to prevent contact between them below the waist.  But their coc-ks were already brushing against each other, and were soon responding with predictable exuberance.  If matters had ended there it would have been embarrassing enough.  But the ladies weren’t quite finished.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 246.

Eleanor ran a hand down the backs of Tim’s bare thighs.
“You’ve got such nice legs, Tim.  Straight and strong and smooth.”
Leaving her hand resting on the very top of his right thigh, she craned round and peered into his face.
“Are you blushing, darling?  You’re not…embarrassed, are you?  I really don’t see how you could be, considering how brazenly you parade around in those tiny little latex shorts…”
Tim turned his head to the other side, but Eleanor slipped round and confronted him again, this time caressing his other thigh.
“I do believe you are!  Oh, I know.  Being so close to your best friend Bobby…  Is it making you a teeny bit…” – she lowered her voice to a whisper – “excited?”
She stroked his bottom for a few seconds, then gave it a push, pressing the boys abdomens momentarily together, and eliciting a gasp from each of them.
“Oh, dear!” she giggled.  “Did I accidentally cause a slight collision?  I didn’t mean to…”
“More of a “coc-k-lision” perhaps, dear?” interjected Diana, archly.  At which they both snorted with mirth.
When she had recovered, Eleanor slipped her fingers between his legs and tickled the inside of his thigh with her nails, making him squirm, and generating even more friction between the boys’ swelling members.  Now they were getting worried.  As they should have been.
“Eleanor, I don’t think they want to be played with.  I’m sure they’d rather be left alone to enjoy their intimacy in peace.  We can help them with that.  Look, I’ve just the thing.  Perhaps you could you give me a hand?”
“Of course, dear.”
Diana was holding two pink straps, each about eighteen inches long.  She gave one to Eleanor, and they exchanged winks.  The boys wondered what was coming next.  Not for long.  They felt the points of the straps being inserted between their thighs.  Bobby squeezed his together, but to no avail.  The women drew them through between the boys legs, worked the up till they were a high as they could get them, pressing against their balls and lying above the leg-bands of their shorts.  They adjusted them till the buckles were midway between their outer thighs, then fed the points through the buckles and drew them tight, pulling the boys abdomens firmly together, and squashing their  coc-ks against each other!  As the straps were buckled the boys felt the shafts slip neatly side-by-side, pressed together like two sausages in a packet and held fast between their tummies!
“No, stop!”  Tim cried out in protest.
“Please, Miss Murchison, Miss Bowditch, don’t do that…” begged Bobby, trying to maintain his manners, but knowing they were unlikely to relent.  Tim was more forthright.
“Watcher doin’?  Let us go, now, or we’ll…”
“Yes?  What will you do?” asked Diana, curtly, tucking the point of her strap into its loop and standing back.  “Tell Miss Poole, perhaps?  You’re in no position to…  No, I correct myself.  You’re in the perfect position - for Miss Poole to give you a dozen strokes of her whip!  Would you like that?”
Tim remembered what that felt like.
“No…  Sorry, I didn’t mean no disrespec’…”
“Good.  Glad to hear it.  Now, Eleanor.  Anything else in our cupboard that may be of use?”
“Well, I don’t know, Diana…   There are these…  Whatever they are…” she added innocently.
She took out a clear plastic box and held it out in both hands for Diana to see.  It contained a selection of vibrators, maybe nine or ten, different shapes and sizes, ranging from ones eight or nine inches long down to one no bigger than a lipstick.  From the door Bobby was the only one who could see.
“Shit…”
“Oh, how useful!” cried Diana.  “Let me see…  How about this one?  No, too bobbly…  I think we’ll have to go for…”
“This nice slim pink one?” suggested Eleanor.
“Yes.  That’ll do nicely.”  She took it out.  It was activated by turning the base.  She tried it.  It buzzed vigorously into life.  “Seems to be fully charged.”  She switched it off and turned back to the boys.
“You look so tense!  Just relax, guys.  Don’t be so uptight.  This will help you, believe me.  Don’t fight it – go with the flow…”
She turned on the vibrator again. 
“It’s on number one.  You’ll hardly feel it.”  She ran the tip over Tim’s behind.  He wriggled and clenched his buttocks.  “See?  What can you feel?”
“It tickles,” said Tim, sulkily.
“Keep still!” hissed Bobby.  “Don’t squirm like that!  That’s what they want.”
“I can’t help it!  It tickles!” Tim whispered back, irritably.  “Ooh…”
Diana had inserted the point of the vibrator between his upper thighs, and was trying to push it in.  Tim pressed his muscular thighs together as hard as he could.  Diana frowned.
“Oh well, if that’s how you want it…  Eleanor dear, could you squeeze a bit of lube on it?”
She held it out.  Eleanor picked up a tube, and lubed the end.  Diana turned back.  Now it slipped in easily.  She pushed it in until it touched his balls, then turned it up to number two.  Soon both boys’ balls were vibrating in harmony – and so were their coc-ks.  It felt so strange.  Their pen-ises were pressed together, into what felt like a single thick shaft, vibrating between their tummies.  Neither of them could tell where his own ended and his friend’s began.  Both were fully tumescent, the head of Tim’s not far short of his belt, and both were oozing freely, lubricating the taut latex and facilitating the effects of the vibrator.  Diana moved the head of the vibe gently around, or worked it slowly in and out, watching with a satisfied smile as the boys squirmed against each other, moaning in pleasure.  Eleanor stood to one side recording their oscillations and their pleadings on her phone. 
“Please, Miss M-Murchison,” whimpered Bobby, “please stop.  If you don’t…”
“Yes, what will happen?” she asked, innocently.
“P-please…”
For each of them, the personal physical arousal, the constant friction of slippery coc-k against slippery coc-k, was difficult enough to resist, but being forced to share your friend’s pleasure as well, to listen to his gasps and groans, was too much to bear.  Bobby had considerable self-discipline; but Tim was much more subservient to his feelings and emotions – or perhaps his were just stronger.  Either way, he was the first to crack, to surrender to his lust.  Having done so, there was no longer any reason to hold back.  So, clasping Bobby’s hands in his own to forestall any resistance, and taking full advantage of his complete immobilisation, he began - as much as the thigh straps allowed - to pound Bobby’s firmly-muscled tummy, thrusting against it until he was overtaken by a massive climax, so intense that he cried out, and in his passion even bit the lobe of Bobby’s ear.
Bobby himself had been teetering on the brink for a minute or two, and Tim’s orgasm predictably triggered his own.  He cried out in pain when Tim bit him, but he was already c-umming.  The two of them pummelled each other furiously, like two passionate lovers reunited after a long absence, flooding their shorts with hot c-um.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 247.

Needless to say, the two female libertines observing this little tableau were ecstatic.  They didn’t take their eyes off the boys till they were quite spent, slumped against each other exhausted, their legs down to their shoes slimy with their secretions.  Then, ignoring the boys, they got themselves coffees and sat down in the visitors chairs to review the video.  There was much sniggering and whispering, and, at the climax, little whoops of delight.
For the boys their behaviour was very irritating.  It was clear they couldn’t care less how they were feeling after their exertions, as they sat there comfortably sipping their drinks and reliving the whole performance  at their leisure.
“What abou’ us?” cried Tim, turning his head round as far as he could.  “When you gonna let us go?”
Diana looked up, surprised.
“Let you go?  It’s not even been an hour yet, Timothy, and we’ve booked the whole afternoon.  No, young man, you’ve got a lot of work to do yet.  And look at the mess you’ve made!  The floors all sticky now.  After we leave you two are going to be here cleaning up till Ellie says you can leave.
“That ain’t fair…”
“Tim, be quiet.  It won’t do any good.”
“See?  Bobby understands.,” said Eleanor.  “We’ve paid for you and we’re going to get our money’s worth.”
Diana stood up, sidled over and stood by the boys’ side, one hand against the wall.  She regarded them with an amused smile, and ruffled their hair.
“You’re going to have to get used to things that “ain’t fair” Tim.  We – I mean us, Miss Poole, the committee – we own you now, and we can do whatever we like with you.  If you don’t understand that yet, you’re going to be very disappointed.  Now we acknowledge that you’re both very cute young men, and you’ll turn heads wherever you go – especially in outfits like these.”  She looked them up and down.  “That’s why we’re allowing you to enjoy you’re celebrity – to show off at weddings, to have girlfriends, and shortly, to attend parties.  Yes, parties – there are several coming up, and you’ll be well-paid too.  When you have a few more outfits, we’d like to host a fashion show for you.”
The boys pricked up their ears.  “Fashion show?” asked Bobby.
“Yes.  Oh, you like that idea, don’t you?  I can see it in your faces!  All that attention – you’d be able to show off to your hearts’ content.  Bobby, you might even have some girly stuff.  Imagine!  And on top of this amazing job, you’ve got all the perks - your own personal flat, free food and drink, access to all the Centre’s facilities.  Also – and this is a secret, so don’t mention it outside this room – if you continue to be good boys, you may be getting driving lessons and eventually your own vehicle.  We’ve had requests for home visits from far and wide, and it would make things a lot easier.”
“Cor… really, miss?” said Tim, immediately forgetting his complaints.
“Don’t quote me, but we can make it happen.  Provided we get cooperation.  So please don’t complain about merely doing your job.”
“Sorry, miss.  I wuz, like, outa line…”
Bobby looked at him with disgust.  Diana and Eleanour exchanged sly glances.
“So can we continue?  I think you’ve proved your physical empathy…  But we mustn’t ignore the emotional element.  This time express your true affection for each other.  Tim, from what I’ve heard, your feelings for Bobby exceed mere friendship.  Don’t be afraid to show them, will you?”
So saying, she picked up the vibrator again and got to work.  No lube was needed this time.

Protest was pointless, and would probably have been counter-productive.  Eleanor resumed her previous position just on their right, resting her shoulder against the wall to steady her hand. In two or three minutes they were both fully tumescent in their slimy shorts.  To relieve a slight itchiness in his member, Tim ground it hard against his friend, and then started planting little soft kisses on Bobby’s cheeks, which he had no way of escaping.
“Hey, Tim…don’t do that…”
“I want to though…”
“But…”
Tim had kissed him on the lips, with a gentleness Bobby would have thought him incapable of.  At first he wasn’t sure whether Tim was expressing his affection, or trying to curry favour with the ladies with a view to material gain.  But the kiss was too tender to be ambiguous.  Taken by surprise, Bobby allowed him to continue.  It didn’t feel inappropriate.  After all they were virtually making love.  After a minute or so he began to reciprocate, slipping his tongue into Tim’s mouth.  His consciousness of the onlookers faded, and he became lost in mutual pleasure.  This time it was he who clasped Tim’s hands, he who moved against him in sympathetic rhythm, and he who initiated the eventual, inevitable, double orgasm…