S.D.R. Fiat
"Oh that's it... that's real good, you're sucking it just like a good boy should..." Thus spoke the old grey rat to the younger white one kneeling and servicing him hungrily. His cock was poking out between the clasps of a long black rubber raincoat, reaching his knees and revealing the muddy black waders he had on. It was all he had on, his driving fetish that he loved to flaunt
The younger rat wore a similar raincoat, yellow with red wellies on, the boots sporting a padded top and laces tied neatly. He'd worn jeans and a t-shirt under it the first time he met the older rat, but now he went naked underneath too, the grey male's instruction to him. "I love your slicker," the grey male once told him, "I love you FOR your slicker. If you want to suck my cock you'll wear that raincoat. If you want to think of me when you beat off you'll wear that raincoat and cum all over it so I can smell the sex on it, and if you wanna beat off when you suck my dick you'll cum on my boots and lick 'em clean, and you'll keep doing it until just thinking of your raincoat and wellies gives you a stiff dick like me"
The younger rat had gone with these instructions obediently, always presenting himself as the grey liked and never complaining. He was besotted, submissive, finding in the grey an assured dominant ready to strip him of his independence. It was still terrifying going naked underneath and risking exposure, but the more his dominant reduced him to an object the more he wanted it. Maybe the grey had deeper feelings for his younger lover in turn, or maybe he just enjoyed the willingness of the youth, but several months had gone by and neither showed signs of relenting in their lust, the white rat now rather proud of his waterproofs and apparently as excited as the grey was by them
"Oh, oh fuck, stop! Stop, I don't wanna cum yet, get down and lick my boots boy, get the toes shiny." The white rat didn't complain, though the grey was sure he could detect a little grimace. "What, don't you want to lick 'em?" he asked, grabbing the white's head roughly and tilting it back
"Of course Sir!" his submissive protested, but the grey snarled at him
"I saw you wince. You should've been jumping for joy you little bootlick, or don't you want to share your Master's pleasures?"
"Oh I do Sir! I want to love raingear like you, they're just so muddy-"
"Well lick 'em clean then!" the older rat spat, "but since you don't like mud... how full is your bladder?" The younger rat swallowed hard, knowing what was expected. He nervously aimed his cock at his Master's wellies and relaxed as best he could, something the older rat had trained him in over the previous months. Soon a golden stream came pittering over the muddy black rubber, washing very little dirt off and forming a golden pool around the boots much to their wearer's delight
The grey leaned back against the sink and gripped it with his hands, both to take the scene in as his submissive white lowered his head to start lapping up the filth, and also to keep from playing with himself. Truthfully he would've loved to cum right now, but didn't want to be so quick. He glanced around the scene, the grubby public toilet where they often met. They'd met here for the first time, the young rat cottaging, the older one genuinely there just to urinate but delighted by what he saw. They'd fucked in one of the cubicles that night, the grey rat making a point of cumming all over his new plaything's raincoat followed by filling his muzzle. At the start the white had wondered if he was making a bad choice when the grey had told him to keep his raincoat on. One bout of total subjugation later and he'd been nervously asking if they could meet again
At first they'd stick to cubicles or other private places, but the grey pushed his white sub for greater exposure, more public spaces, and always in that slick yellow mac no matter what the weather. Once he took him on a subway ride, drawing the white close to him and whispering exactly how and how fast he was to masturbate under his raincoat on the journey. The white was still amazed nobody had caught him fumbling in his pockets
The grey still had a fondness for that public toilet though, such a filthy and degrading place to abuse the youth, pungent air and graffiti-scrawled walls. The last few times they were here they'd started screwing outside the cubicles, the grey turned on by the possibility of getting caught. There wasn't a whole lot of traffic through this part of town anyway, but just enough to spice it up for him
The white never let himself think about what the hell he'd do if they were caught. The grey rat was good at keeping his lover's mind occupied, fortunately, especially now as the white rat tremblingly ran his tongue over encrusted dirt soaked in bitter piss. Satisfying Sir was the most important thing he could imagine, and satisfying him meant learning how to worship his boots completely and utterly. Despite his body's protestations he swallowed the mouthful of filth and kept on going, cock hard and desperate for a hand
"Up!" the grey rat hissed, stuffing his cock into his raincoat like a well-rehearsed gesture. The white rat was already up and making himself presentable before his brain had even registered the noise of someone pushing open the door. This was the most awkward moment he'd ever lived through, ears burning red as he tried to hide the obvious hard-on under his mac from the portly beagle now stood with them. The dog couldn't fail to know what was going on, not least because the grey rat made no effort of his own to disguise it. All he was concerned about was that nothing was seen and so nothing could get them arrested. It didn't help matters that the beagle himself was wearing green farmer's wellies and a heavy black mac of his own, albeit one hanging open to reveal normal clothes beneath the rubber
"Evening," the dog mumbled after a while, avoiding eye contact and shutting himself in a cubicle. The grey rat licked his lips and turned to the white as they listened to the sound of his pissing
"Knock on the door," he said under his breath, "tell him you want to lick his boots"
"S-sir?" the white rat said, eyes shot open in alarm. The grey's expression hardened, leaning closer to his lover
"You heard me boy. You're going to tell him you want your tongue on those fucking boots"
"B-but I- b-but what if he's not like-"
The grey rat gripped the white under the muzzle, silencing him. "You will tell him you want to lick his boots. Make sure you sound genuine, I want him to know this is a genuine offer on your part and not some little joke"
The white shivered and nodded. The grey didn't need to start describing reprisals. He could imagine a host of them without even trying, the worst of which might be losing the grey rat's domination. The white was much too deep into his Master's programming to consider losing it now. Feeling like every step took a million years, he approached the toilet door
"What? What the hell?" the beagle complained from inside the cubicle as the white rat knocked
"I w- ...I want to lick your boots Sir," the white blurted. There was a long pause
"I'm sorry, what?" The cubicle door stayed shut, its occupant no doubt convinced he was being played for a fool, if not worse. The white rat took another deep breath to compose himself and said again, in measured tones:
"I would like to lick your boots Sir"
There was a long pause. the white rat staring at the scrawled-over expanse of grey paint on the toilet door, obscenities and accusations and the rest, weighing every passing second and trying to decide that now was the moment to give up and turn back to his Master. Just as he was sure continuing to stare at the blank space couldn't be any less uncomfortable than Master's potential disapproval for giving up, the door was unlocked. The beagle stood in front of the white rat, occasionally looking at him, occasionally over his shoulder at the grey, but mostly staring through him in concentration. Hesitantly he spoke:
"Is that all you want to do?"
He was trying to address the white rat but his eyes were on the grey again, who smirked in response. "He'll do much more for ten pounds," he assured the dog, "but you have to be dressed properly. Raincoat, boots, nothing else. Not even socks or I won't so much as let him cup your balls"
The white rat stood in the middle of this, biting his lip and trying to understand what sort of game was being played around him. The grey rat was blunt to the point of being aggressive towards the beagle who already seemed out of his depth. Either it was just a test of the white rat's loyalty and the grey was discouraging the beagle from taking up the offer, or the grey was actively daring their potential customer to go through with it
"Okay, give me a moment," the beagle said, embarrassedly shutting the cubicle door again. The white rat risked a glance over his shoulder at the grey who smiled and nodded as they listened to the clunking and banging of the beagle clumsily stripping in his confined space. It took just long enough to start getting nervous, but before the white's resolve could snap the door swung open again
Embarrassed, the beagle shuffled out of the cubicle. For all his modestly hiding the process of undressing, he'd stepped back out in his boots and mac with the knee-length raincoat hung wide open to reveal his doughy belly and thighs and a short but plump cock he was now anxiously playing with to keep it hard. The grey casually strode over and whipped the crumpled ten pounds from the beagle's sweaty paw, tucking it neatly into the pocket of his own slicker. "Well boy? Get your tongue on those boots"
The white rat obeyed his Master and now pimp, first kissing the toe of each boot and inhaling the mixture of earth with the faint scent of the boots themselves. PVC rather than rubber, but the grey rat had taught him to appreciate both equally. Respectfully he started licking at them, tasting the dirt and swallowing it as he had Master's piss-soaked wellies. Even just looking at his feet, he could tell the beagle was shaking with nerves. Whether he was nervous about getting caught or nervous about fucking a prostitute or something else, who knew? Both the white rat and the beagle were effectively the grey's submissives now, the dominant rat orchestrating his own sex show with the hapless stranger and now presiding over it
The white rat worked quickly, mostly for the uncomfortable beagle's benefit. "Do you want me to suck you off Sir?" he asked as he looked up at his customer
"Oh god yes please," the dog panted. The white rat had almost believed the shaking male might cum just from being asked the question, rising up onto his knees and gently taking the hard dock dick in his mouth. The dog was definitely underendowed, three inches at best, and probably used to being ashamed of his size. Perhaps that was why he'd been willing to buy the rat's services. To the white rat it was actually something of a turn on. He thought the dog's dick was cute, plus he loved being able to fit its whole length into his muzzle to savour its taste and feeling. Not like Sir's pole, a good eight inches and not at all comfortable to take all the way down his throat. He could feel the grey rat's eyes on them, seeing it reflected in the studious way the beagle never took his own eyes off the rat at his crotch
"I need this so much, you wouldn't believe it," the dog sighed, stroking the white's headfur and thrusting slightly into his mouth. Hearing it made the now-prostitute hungrier to keep sucking the beagle's musky pecker, imagining the dog buttoning up his mac around the two of them. There was no question his pimp's fetish training was a resounding success. He was still scared shitless that a policeman or some less sympathetic member of the public might walk in and catch them like this, but the fear mixed with pure lust was only making for a more potent cocktail
"He needs to beat off on your boots," the grey rat said, "can he do that?"
"Oh? Oh! Oh, yes, yes he can," the beagle replied, babbling slightly. The rat on the floor obeyed his Master's implicit instructions, wriggling his hard cock free of his raincoat to begin stroking himself. The beagle helpfully pulled his feet together, providing an easier target for the white's cumshot. He was humping the welcoming muzzle more eagerly now, grunting and gasping yet still with a slightly restrained embarrassment as drops of precum formed on the rat's tongue. With every thrust the rat was smothered for a moment in the dog's belly, the white rubbing himself excitedly as he tried to match his customer's approaching orgasm
"Oh god, fffffuck..." the dog groaned. Both hands on the prostitute's head, pulling him hard into the canine belly, he tilted backwards and outright howled as he came, spunk filling the white rat's muzzle and dribbling down onto his slicker. He couldn't hold back any more than the dog, and for a moment all the thoughts of being caught and thrown in jail were forgotten as he came too, jets of cum splattering the briefly-clean green wellies. He could hear the grey rat laughing behind him, but right now it didn't matter
"Oh god, thank you," the beagle sighed appreciatively as the white rat lapped up the mess he'd made, "you don't know how much I've been needing that"
"Glad to provide a service," the grey rat replied nonchalantly. "If you ever bump into us again, don't be shy to ask." The beagle thanked him again and ducked back inside the cubicle to change back into his more normal attire, and the grey rat turned his focus back to the white. "Get up and over here," he said under his breath, the white obeying and going to stand in front of his Master
"Good boy," the grey rat said with a leer as he ran both hands down the front of the white rat's raincoat, smoothing out the rubber. "You've made excellent strides today." He paused and waved to the departing beagle, the white turning and doing likewise before again attending to his Master, head bowed, ears and tail drooping. "You're going to expect more of this," the dominant rat continued, "you're going to be my raincoated whore in every sense, and if we meet any more gentlemen with at least a pair of wellies on you should be already licking your lips and thinking about whether they'll pay for your mouth or your hands or your arse. Do you understand me?"
The white rat bit his lip and nodded, stifling a whimper. "Yes Sir," he managed. The prospect was both frightening and more intoxicating than anything yet. Another little piece of his independence from the grey rat had been removed, pushing him closer still to being completely an object for the dominant's satisfaction. His Master/pimp smiled broadly
"Good boy," he said again as he pulled his cock free of his slicker once more. "Now get down. This still needs tending to"
The white obeyed. It didn't matter so much about getting caught now. All anyone would see was the grey making his rightful use of his toy. Under his raincoat, the white rat was already ready to burst again