Holydays were always a good time to party. Some would even go as fa to say that the very purpose of holydays is to give people a reason, even an [i]excuse[/i], to party. Mickey Mouse was not sure about it. But he knew one thing: he loved holyday parties. From the romantic days and atmosphere of Valentines to the promises of new beginnings and better times that comes from New Years’. He certainly was a party guy, and he loved to be able to party on any and all holydays. Including Halloween. Halloween was a time for party, like any other holyday out there. It was a time to forget the monotony and the obligations that one had to deal with for the rest of the year and enjoy yourself the best you could in a special with all the people you cared about. Like your family, your friends or, in Mickey’s case, his girlfriend. Yes, Mickey had been with Minnie for almost a year now. A girl who was beautiful, smart, kind, an adventurer such as himself and who, very curiously, had the same last name. It was nearly as if fate was saying “there, you two already have the same last name, this makes things all the easier for when you get married”. Now, it may have been a little early to think about marriage. However, one thing Mickey was sure of: he loved Minnie and, the longer he stayed with her, the more he thought she was “the one”. Mickey & Minnie Mouse certainly had a nice ring to it. But he could think about that later. Now, he had to focus on buying everything he needed. Luckily, the local mart had everything that one could need or want for all their possible desires. From food for his dear friend Pluto, who was barking happily, his thin black tail wagging madly as he danced around the supermarket cart Mickey was pushing across the store, to a new spinning fan for him to replace the one that fried just last week. And, of course, they had a costume area that was perfect for the people who were looking for something that would fit them for the coming Halloween. And we are not only talking about half-assed prompts that one could put on themselves and say it was their costume. We are talking about complete, full-body costumes with varying sizes that one could use to do go to parties. Most of it was on sale, as they were mostly leftover of the collection of costumes that people already bought with days, even weeks, in advance. This meant that there would be only things that no one else wanted left to be sold. However, that was not to mean that everything was garbage. In fact, Mickey just happened to find exactly what he wanted for the upcoming Halloween party that he planned to go with Minnie in just a couple days. And it was right his size! Man! Talk about luck. Mickey could already see himself and Minnie, walking arm in arm across the party with their matching outfits and mingling with all their good friends and having a good time as they drunk fruit punch and stuffed themselves with pumpkin and razzberry tarts. They could even be indicated to winners for a prize for the best couple costume. Yes, it was [i]that[/i] kind of party, and Mickey was looking forward to being there, thank you very much. After all, only because he long outgrew his trick-or-threating phase, it didn’t mean that he could enjoy the adult part of the holyday. He would certainly be having a blast with his new girlfriend! “Oh, well! Slap butter in mah belly and call me a cracker!” Oh, crumbs... Mickey dreaded to look behind himself. However, he did anyway, even though he knew who he would be finding. Mickey was a small guy, and he noticed it nearly every day as he interacted with other, taller people. However, he always felt particularly small when he was in front of Pete, and it was not only because the guy was a cat. Pete was a big guy. Not only for being tall, but also for being [i]big[/i]. Like, big in the middle, with thick arms and legs and a thick belly that was as much a mound of lard as it was a muscle-gut. He was standing there, wearing one of his favorite changes of clothes: a black shirt with the words “[b]YOUR DAUGHTER/SON CALLS ME DADDY TOO[/b]” emblazoned in red, a pair of jeans pants, and two red and white sneakers. He was smiling wide as he looked down at the muse who was less than a fourth of his size. “If it isn’t Mickey ‘the Pipsqueak’ Mouse!” Pete said, perhaps a bit louder than he needed, causing some of the people in there to turn their heads. “Yes, it is him al’ight! In the flesh! Even though there is not much of it in the first place!” And Pete laughed at his own joke. A deep, gutty laugh, which caused Mickey to roll his eyes and do his best to hide his face as more people were turning their heads to look at the two of them, even though most of them only continued walking without paying a second thought to it, as they had more important things to do. Pete, however, seemed to think that there was nothing more important there than to stay with the mouse he just found. “Say, little fella!” Pete said, crouching by Mickey’s side, and then placing a hand on the top of his head a smothering it like he was messing a little boy’s hair. “How have yah been? Good, I hope!” “Yeah, I am fine.” Mickey said to the big cat, as he moved out from under his hand, causing it to be left hanging in the air. “Look, Pete, I am busy now. I really gotta go.” He was about to walk away with his cart, when Pete stopped him by placing a hand in it and causing the thing filled with groceries to stop on its’ tracks. “Hey, hey, hey! What’s the rush?” Pete asked of him. “I mean, you and I have not talked to each other in a while. I miss you, little guy! It is nearly as if you are avoiding me...” [i]Because I am...[/i] Mickey wanted to tell him. However, he knew that if he said that then there was a chance that this conversation would drag on for longer than he wanted it to. Honestly, he hardly wanted to be there talking with him at all. “Look, Pete, I really cannot talk with you right now.” Mickey said to him. “I have things to do today, and I really need to go. So, see yah another time, alright?” With this, Mickey managed to get away from Pete. Pluto, his loyal dog, was following him close behind, with his tail between his legs. The dog was instinctively afraid of Pete, all due to the presence that the feline had. A presence that Mickey himself was aware of and was one of the reasons why he’d rather get away from him. However, Mickey should already know that getting away from Pete was not that easy. The cat still had his eyes on Mickey as he walked away from him. Mickey was already on the parking lot when he started to receive messages on his phone. From Pete’s number. [i]You are being quite rude by ignoring daddy like that.[/i] Said the message, and Mickey flinched internally as he read that, and then he answered: [i]I am busy today, Pete. Sorry if I was rude, but I have a lot of things to do.[/i] [i]Yeah, makes sense, I guess. Anyways, you went so quickly that I could not ask. Are you free this Halloween?[/i] Mickey paused, feeling a surge of anxiousness suddenly. [i]Why do you ask?[/i] The mouse typed, and soon his answer came: [i]Some friends are planning a little party. The type I already took you before. You’re coming with me.[/i] Mickey felt sweat sprouting from his forehead. He was quick to type an answer. [i]No can do. Already have plans this Halloween.[/i] Pete’s answer came right after: [i]I will go at your house to pick you up on Halloween night, be ready.[/i] [i]I am not going with you, Pete![/i] Mickey typed as quickly as his fingers could, an expression of fierceness on his face as he typed those words as if he was yelling them right on the big cat’s face. [i]I already have plans! I will be spending Halloween with my girlfriend! I love her and I will ask her to marry me![/i] There was silence after Mickey typed those words. The mouse allowed himself to think he had won against the cat. Until a new message came to him. It was a picture. A picture of Pete wearing... an outfit. Mickey’s eyes widened as he looked at it. Against his own will, his dick got hard inside of his pants, causing them to tent. [i]This is what I will wear.[/i] Pete’s message said. [i]Wear something that matches.[/i] The mouse trembled. He was about to type something back to Pete with his shaking, sweating fingers. However, he found himself unable to formulate an appropriate answer to the cat. He wanted to refuse, to say he would not be doing it and telling Pete to give him alone. But he was afraid that, if he typed anything, then it would somehow turn into a “yes, sir” or maybe “yes, master”, or even a “yes, daddy”. It happened before. Several times. So, in the end, Mickey only stuffed his phone back into his pocket and left with his bags and his dog, trying to hide both the blushing on his face and the tenting on his pants as he made it back on the car, the image of the picture Pete sent him engraved on his memory. [center]******************************************************[/center] Days passed. A week passed, and then two. Halloween came closer and closer with each passing day. On the streets, on the neighborhood and all over the city, the joy that came from the holyday was settling all over the city and the people were all getting ready for the one big night where they would be celebrating this special day which, as some said often, had turned into an excuse to sell candy. Mickey was getting more and more on the holyday mood, and he was certainly let the excitement and joy get to him as well. His meeting with Pete weeks ago was now all but a memory, as he had not been contacted by the cat again in days, and he just assumed, and very gladly, that the cat had forgotten about Mickey, perhaps having find someone else to bother and bully into going to that party with him. Wearing that same outfit on the photograph that was still on Mickey’s phone... The mouse shook his head. He would not be thinking about it. He would NOT. He would just focus on what was important. On having a blast of a Halloween party with Minnie and creating a wonderful memory for the two of them to bond together and one day tell their children. He would be erasing that photo from his phone later, as well as Pete’s contact, like he should have done back when he and Minnie started dating. Now, however, he was more worried about looking himself on the mirror and admiring his costume. The mouse looked himself at the mirror as he made some poses, imitating the very character who he was dressed up as. This Halloween, Mickey’s choice for a costume was to be one of his most favorite superheroes ever: Superman. Mickey certainly looked dashing on those blue leotards with red speedo and an “S” emblazoned on his chest, in his humble opinion. He knew that he would look wonderful by the side of Minnie on her Louis Lane costume, complete with a camera hanging from her neck. They would certainly have a blast at the party and might even win the prize for best costumed couple. “Do I look good, or do I look [i]awesome[/i], Pluto?” Mickey asked to his canine companion, who barked happily at the mouse as Mickey stood in there imitating the classic Superman pose for him. He then picked up his phone and wallet, putting them all in his entrusted fanny pack, and he was about to go on his way out of the apartment so he could arrive early on the place he agreed to meet Minnie so they could go to the party together. It was still around an hour before the time they agreed to go, but Mickey did not want to leave his dear girl waiting. “Okay, boy. I will be back by midnight or so.” Mickey said to Pluto as he walked to the door. “You behave, remember to do your duty only over the newspaper on the back area and don’t chew on the couch, okay?” Pluto once more barked to his owner, and Mickey took this as a yes. He was about to go out the door, when suddenly there was a knocking. This made Mickey pause. Who could it be? Mickey decided to open it to see, and regretted it immediately. “Hey there, mouse-boy.” Pete said with a smirk on his face, while Mickey looked up at him with wide eyes as the cat stood there with a trench coat over his large body. He even started making his way into the house before Mickey could even say anything about it, walking in as if he owned the house that, while made for a guy around Mickey’s size, was just a tad bit too small for a guy as large as Pete. As he made it inside, Mickey stepped back. Pluto started whimpering as he rushed and hid under the center table with his tail tucked between his legs. Mickey took a few moments to find his voice again. “W-what are you doing here, Pete!?” The cat looked down at the mouse, and then he smirked. “Why, I came here to pick you up, of course!” He said matter-of-factly as he looked at the mouse and at what he was wearing. “And what is that Super-Fag costume? I told you to wear something that matched [i]my[/i] outfit, didn’t I? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.” Pete was looking at him with crossed arms. Mickey looked down, and he was about to apologize when he realized what was going on and shook his head, he then talked to Pete: “I told you I have plans this Halloween! I am going out with my girlfriend! We are going as Superman and Louis Lane!” “No.” Pete said simply. “You are going with [i]me[/i] to [i]my[/i] party. And have to wear something that matches [i]this[/i].” With that said, Pete opened his long trench coat, flashing Mickey to what he was wearing underneath it. The sight got Mickey frozen in place like a deer in headlights, just like when he first saw that same outfit in a picture Pete sent him a while ago as they met on the supermarket. Seeing it in real life was even more enticing than seeing it in a picture. And Mickey instantly got a boner as he looked, and it tented his form-fitting Superman spandex. “I can tell you like the idea... Then go change out of those ugly pajamas and put something proper so we can go to the party and I can have a good time.” Pete said with a smirk, and the mouse, realizing that he was staring and hard, quickly shook his head. “N-no!” Mickey said, covering his tenting erection with his hands. “I am not! I am not going with you, Pete! I have to go meet Minnie! She is waiting for me! She is the love of my life! I want to have children with her!” Mickey was frantically spitting those words, but he was interrupted when a foot, clad in a thick boot, came down on him and pinned him to the floor by pressing on his chest. Mickey got the wind knocked out of him and Pluto, still hiding under the table, started whimpering pitifully as Pete loomed over the mouse. “Now listen here, and listen well, you little [i]cunt..[/i].” Pete growled at Mickey. “I don’t give a flying fuck about your plans, about any girls or about any stupid vanilla parties you are planning to have. I told you that you were going on a party with me, and you are going to go with me. That’s what I decided, and that’s final. Honestly, I thought you had already realized that trying to say ‘no’ to me never works. You always end up doing exactly what I want you to. Like the poor, pitiful, small pushover of a little bitch you are.” As Pete said that, he moved his boot-clad boot over Mickey’s body, until the heel was right over his tenting crotch. “Just like on the first time I met you.” With that said, Pete pressed down, and this caused the little mouse to moan as his crotch suffered pressure from that boot. This scene was familiar to Mickey. He had been in it many times in the past. He loved and hated it at the same time. He swore he would never be in that position again and that, if he ever was, he would tell Pete off this time. Now, however, the only thing that came out of his mouth were moans. His face burned with an embarrassed blush. Especially when his hips started moving on their own against the sole of the boot. This caused Pete to chuckle. “Still the same sad little bitch.” Pete said, pressing his boot just a tad bit harder, making Mickey whine as his whole body shivered. Pete was enjoying looking at the little fry squirm. However, his attention was called by something sitting just on the center table. “Hm, wats dis?” Pete said as he reached for the open box on the table, picking it up and checking its contents. “I-it’s for Minnie...” Mickey said between whimpers and whines. He was still desperately trying to get his hips to stop moving on their own. “S-she said she loved green gems, like emeralds. I-I didn’t had money to afford a real emerald, but I was hoping she would like this one... I was going to give her tonight on our way to the party...” As Mickey said that, Pete put his fingers on the small box and pulled out the small chain that contained a small rock of a green color. “Why does it glows?” Pete said, looking at the glowing green stone on the necklace. “Is this some colored glass with a lamp inside or something?” “It’s willemite.” “Willie-e-mite?” “It is a type of rock.” Mickey explained. “It is cheaper than emerald, but it is phosphorescent. That’s why it glows.” Pete continued to look at the thing, seeing how it was glowing on the light of the apartment. It kind of looked like something out of one of those sci-fi or magic movies. To tell the truth, that green rock kind of looked like... Pete blinked, looking in between the green rock and the costume Mickey was wearing. Then, a smirk appeared on his face. “You know what, Pipsqueak?” Pete asked. “I changed my mind.” “H-huh?” Mickey said, looking up at the cat in away that was nearly hopeful. However, whatever hope he had of Pete giving up wanting to make him come with him and ditch his compromise with Minnie vanished soon. “You don’t need to change yer costume.” Pete was looking down on Mickey like a cat such as himself would usually do for a mouse. Looming over him as if he was going to toy with him before goblin him up. “We can totally make that work. All I need is a few extra props...” [center]******************************************************[/center] The city was all ready for a Halloween night. With all the people going about with their day. From the snotty, smelly children going from house to house singing and asking for candy for their little jack-o-lantern bowls, to the adults who were looking for their own kind of Halloween entertainment. Like Pete. The cat walked down the street wearing his oversized coat, just strutting down the street as he made his way to where he needed to be. He walked with firm steps, humming a tune for himself as he continued his way like a boss, giving a polite “happy Halloween” to whoever talked to him. Even those snotty children, even though, to be fully honest, Pete disliked children with a passion. He never planned to have them for as long as he lived. That much was a given. Forgetting all about the children, Pete was soon arriving at the place where he needed to be for tonight’s celebration. As he arrived there, he fished on his pocket and pulled out a cigar and a lighter. Everyone told him that smoking was not good, and that he should quit, but Pete was never one to let others tell him what to do. Especially when he got a new batch of Cubans sent by his old friend on the border. Puffing a few drags as he climbed the steps, Pete blew out the smoke just as he passed by a couple of women making out by the rail. “Hello, ladies.” Pete said to them. “Nice night for some fun, no?” “Fuck you!” One of them said. “Yeah, this is a no-dicks-allowed party!” “Fine by me!” Pete said back to them with a smirk as he continued to party. “I am going to a no-bitching-bitches-allowed party as well! And I am sure I will be having more fun in there than the two of you!” “Go fuck yourself!” While most guys would be upset at this, Pete actually did laugh. He didn’t need those two sluts anyways. He was already bond to have a lot more fun among his friends. Especially since he was taking his little friend with him. Walking all the way to the end of the hallway, he stopped before a door covered in “KEEP OUT” warnings. He rose his hand and slammed his fist on the door five times. Two long knocks, two short ones, and then a single knock on the top of the door. As he did, the small window on the middle of the door opened, and a gruff-looking bulldog pocked his head out, looking Pete dead in the eye and saying: “Password?” Pete answered without missing a beat: “Bound bitch.” Soon, the door was unlocked and opened, with the bulldog who he just talked with on the other side, clad from head to toe in an outfit of latex. “Took your sweet time, didn’t you, Pete, old man?” the bulldog said, offered a hand clad in a leather glove, which the cat shook energetically. “Was starting to think you were not coming.” “Yah know I don’t miss yer parties for anything, old chump.” Pete said as he made his way inside. Just on the entrance hall, he could see two of the people on the party already. One was a big boar wearing leather pants and cap, and the other was a bird wearing a faconlry hood on his head. The bird was on his knees, taking the boar’s fat dick into his beak. “I see the party already started, no?” Pete asked, to what the bulldog said: “Nah, those two are just hornballs who can’t wait for a while until everyone has arrived and set the mood. But, what about you? Coming alone? You said you were going to bring some company.” “Oh, and I have.” Pete said, as he removed his coat, revealing what he had been hiding beneath. Pete was, of course, dressed for the occasion, as he was wearing only the absolute essentials. Namely: a leather jockstrap, a leather harness, and a fanny pack around his waist to keep things like wallet, identity and his keys. That was what he had been wearing under the coat when he left his home. However, after the stop he made to pick up his “company”, he had made a new addition to his outfit: the company himself. Mickey was still clad on his superman outfit. The necklace he bought to give Minnie now hanged from his neck, with the glowing green gem matching his outfit surprisingly well. He was firmly secured to Pete’s body with a series of leather binds around his wrists and ankles, all of them connected to Pete’s harness. It was an improvised bind, but it did the work nicely. “Now that’s nice.” The bulldog said, smirking in approval. “Pete, you always manage to surprise and delight me. That’s a really convenient way of carrying a small slave around when you don’t have a suitcase.” “Yeah, sure is.” Pete said with a smirk. “Didn’t even needed to gag him. Just told the little cunt to be quiet and not make a sound, and he didn’t make a pip all the way here.” Pete tapped the top of Mickey’s head as if he was a pet. “This one might even get a treat by the end of the night if he keeps behaving.” “Just be sure not to spoil ‘im. You gotta make sure they don’t forget who is in charge, after all.” “Ha! Like I’d ever let Pipsqueak here forget who owns him!” Pete and his bulldog friend both laughed, while Mickey could only groan as he squirmed weakly on his leather bounds. His arms were hurting from being hanging from Pete’s harness, but he could not free himself. Also, he could not cause the raging boner between his legs, which was made obvious by how body-fitting his costume was, to go down even in the slightest. Pete was welcomed into the party, and he was soon making his way inside, with Mickey being carried on his body like a breathing accessory. In there, the cat and mouse found out that some of the guests of the party had already arrived, and they were making themselves at home as well. Some of them, like Mickey, were wearing actual costumes. Most of them were clad in latex or leather or wearing a little cloth as possible. Like the feline woman who was wearing only her bra and panties while she was using a dog on briefs and wearing a puppy mask as a stool for her feet as she sat on the couch. Or the guy dressed all in leather with two people, a dude and a gall, following him around on all fours like a pair of animals while he guided them by their leashes. Yeah, most people on the party came in duos or trios, but there were some who came alone, like that guy dressed in a full-body latex suit with “PREDATOR” written on the chest. Or those two twinks wearing sexy nurse outfits who looked like they could be twins and held hands as they looked around. And, of course, there were the ones who were part of the decoration, like that guy who was affixed to the wall with leather straps, with his dick and balls out in the air and a plank with “PLAY AT WILL” right by his side, or the guy who had been tied up in all fours in a way that a glass panel could be safely fixed onto his back, turning him into a living table for snacks. Yeah, there were really all fifty shades of nasty there. So much that Pete and his fanny-packing plaything didn’t called all that much attention. But still, they did call some attention, mostly from the people who mentioned what a nice “accessory” Pete had, and asked if they could feel it up. Pete, of course, did not denied any of them, and allowed them to touch, caress, grope and slap Mickey to their heart’s contents. If it seemed that the mouse wanted to protest, Pete would just growl something on his ear that would quickly make him whine and stay quiet, his face burning with a blush and the tent on his spandex costume throbbing between his legs. “Yeah, Superman really is lame.” Pete said as he served himself from some alcoholic punch from the table. “Just put a piece of kryptonite onto him and he becomes vulnerable enough that you can make him into the Super-bitch in no time!” Everyone who heard that laughed as Pete gave a flick into Mickey’s tenting bulge, causing the mouse to yelp, as if to make his point. They all seemed to approve of how he treated the mouse, who only lowered his head and said nothing. Not even the safeword. For there was a safeword in those parties. It was Alaska. In all of them. Mickey knew because Pete took him into enough of those parties that he took the safeword to heart. He could just say it. He could just speak the safewordd loudly and Pete would [i]have[/i] to let him go. Especially if he did it in front of the others, in which case Pete would be in trouble if he did not respect the rules. Mickey just needed to do it. He just needed to say the word Alaska. He was not gagged, so he could just say it and put an end to it all. But he didn’t. He could say it, but he didn’t. Just like all the other slaves/submissive/pets/sluts of the party. And, like all of them, by not saying the safeword, Mickey was waving his right to leave this party and conceding to anything Pete and anyone else there did to him. And, boy, they did things to him. From petting his head to groping his crotch through his costume until he was whimpering and humping against their hands, only for them to laugh as they pulled back and left him to whine like a wounded puppy as he was denied his release. And Pete himself took some time to tease Mickey. He was, after all, the one he brought to the party. He did, however, took his time to also play with and tease some of the other submissive ones of the party. Hey! Pete was a free spirit! Not the type of guy who got tied down. He was the one that tied others down, like he did to that mouse. He was in the middle of playing with the breasts of a sissy thing (wonderful implants, by the way), when he felt something vibrating into his fanny pack. Reaching out for it, brushing his arm against Mickey’s crotch and making him moan a little bit as he did, Pete fished a phone out of there. However, it was not his own. This one was too small to be his’. It was Mickey’s phone. Pete found it hard to fumble with it due to it being smaller than his own, but he managed to open the notifications and see what it was about, and it caused a smirk to spread on his lips. “Hey, won’t you look at that, little bitch mouse...” Pete said, looking down at Pete, who looked up you him. “It is that girlfriend of yers’! She is wanting to know where’re yah and why yeh stood her up! Boy, she sounds beamed!” Just as he was saying that, another notification came. “Hmm, now she is saying that if yah don’t either explain yerself or appear there to see her in ten minutes, she is going to break up with yah and never talk to you again.” Pete said. “Well, we cannot leave a girl with no answer after that, can we?” And with that, Pete fumbled on the smaller phone with his big fingers, and he managed to type something, which he then showed Mickey. “So, watcha think? Will that make her stop moaning?” Pete asked as Mickey looked at the screen. In it, were the words “[b]GOOD RIDDANCE, CUNT[/b]”. Before Mickey could voice anything about it, Pete pressed the send button, and the message was sent to the woman who Mickey had been dating. Then, just a few seconds after, Pete both blocked her phone from calling and sending messages and erased her contact from the memory. “Yah don’t need that uppity cunt, little mouse.” Pete said to him, petting his head with his free hand. “Yah have me! The one who will always be here for you whenever yah need! I am way better company than any bitch, ain’t I?” Mickey said nothing. He was too busy imagining Minnie’s reaction when she saw that message sent from his number... However, even that would slip from his mind on the moment the voice of the party’s host came from a speaker as he talked into a mic, addressing the everyone. “Once more, I’d like to thank all for taking time of your schedules to come to this party! Either with someone or by yourself! It is you, my friends, who made those events possible with your presence and willingness to partake on all of our activities. That’s right, our dear submissive, we are talking about you. For what are masters and mistresses without pets and slaves to lord over? Just a bunch of weirdos in fetish costumes, that’s what! So, to you who are only glad to be our playthings, a round of applause!” And the party erupted in applauding and cheers from everyone who had free hands and mouth. “He is talking about you, Pipsqueak.” Pete whispered to his own little submissive, and Mickey looked up at him, before looking away as he blushed. How come Pete could always make him blush like a high school girl with just a few words and that smirk? “So, with that in mind, I guess you guys don’t want to her some guy yapping, do you? You are here for some sexy fun! And so, I say, let’s get this party started! Let’s put ourselves on the mood for a good time! For that, I’d like to present my two specially trained dancing slaves! Thing 1 and Thing 2! And if any of you in there wants to take a go at performing for the party after those two have had a go, then feel free to take the stage!” And with that, the guy stepped out and allowed for two lizards, both clad in skimpy latex outfits, to step forward and start dancing in a very raunchy way for the audience. This included opening the strategically-placed zippers on their latex clothes to let their tailholes and junks into full view of everyone. “Heh, those two got some sweet moves.” Pete said as he leaned against the table, drinking another cup of punch. “You know, maybe yah should take a few dancing lessons.” Mickey said nothing once more. He hardly said anything other than whimpers and whines and moans ever since this apartment, and now he was still not feeling like saying anything. However, his body seemed to have a lot to say, starting with the fact that his dick was still hard like diamond and throbbing, as there was a strong part of Mickey that enjoyed everything that was happening to him right now. The part of him that caused him to become close to Pete on the first place. And Pete took some time to play with his little plaything by pinching and flicking his dick through his costume, what only caused the mouse to moan and whine louder. And he was not the only one moaning for, as the two slaves continued to dance for the audience, the party was truly starting. All slaves were all starting to do what they were all born to do and servicing the doms of the party. They were all on their knees and either sucking dick or eating ass or pussy. Or they were bent over and begging for someone to play with them, and those were rewarded with fingers, dicks, or even tongues on their asses, causing them to moan like the poor slutty bitches they were. Even on the stage on the center, the two slaves were getting some attention as they danced, as they were groped, kissed, had their nipples pinched, their butts licked or slapped, and had their privates played with or even sucked by the present doms. They certainly looked like they were having a good time in there, as their dicks, locked away in chastity cages of pink plastic, were drooling pre like two small taps, and the two continued to dance until the end of their performance. Following this, it was the time for other slaves to come to the stage and perform, as they were encouraged by the owner of the party to come and show their moves and/or talents. There was a horse in there dressed in full pony-play attire who performed a tap-dancing on his hooved feet as his mistress tapped him in the ass and balls with a ridding crop, neighing happily as she pressed a button on the remote when he did something she liked, probably controlling the butt-plug shoved on his ass, which Pete caught a sight off when the horse turned around and swung his tail. After him, came a pair of birds who, upon the order of their master, started to sing a song for the entire party. Pete could only think that they both had some nice pipes, and that they could become professional if they put their hearts to it. Or if that eagle who was clearly the boss of them ordered them to. This performance was rendered better as, once more, the audience could touch and grope the two naked birdies, groping their breasts and fingering their pussies as they sang, and the two, showing how good they truly were, did not went off tune even once! After this, there was a performance show where a tiger and a wolf wearing hoods on their heads were brought to the stage and made to bend over, as their mistress shoved two dildoes in and out of their asses, making the two moan like bitches in heat as they gave blowjobs and hand-jobs to anyone who came. And, of course, Pete came as well. What, thought he’d just stay in a corner drinking punch and getting blue balls from watching? Na-uh! He would be part of it! That was why he even came to the party in the first place! Soon, the cat, with his fanny-packing mouse, made his way to the front of the crowd and opened the zipper on his leather jockstrap, letting his half-hard member slap right on the tiger’s snout, who was quick to fit it on his mouth and eagerly suck as a dildo was forced in and out his throat. Pete growled and hissed as he was sucked by the other feline. As he did, he continued to play with Mickey, making him squirm even more than the tiger. His member was hard and leaking, causing the front of his leotard to be completely damp right now. Well, they might as well let the thing breathe, right? So, with a firm grip, Pete ripped the crotch of the leotard open, revealing Mickey’s white briefs, which he quickly lowered, letting Mickey’s dick flop out. The mouse’s dick matched the size of his body, and Pete would frequently poke fun of the mouse for having such a pathetic dicklet. Now, however, all he did was use his thumb and index fingers to masturbate the mouse, making him moan even louder as Pete’s fingers moved as a blur on his dicklet, while the cat himself growled and moaned as he was sucked by the tiger. It was nearly five minutes until Pete came, shoving his dick deep into the tiger’s throat and making sure he swallowed every drop of it. As he did, he masturbated Mickey even harder, and caused the mouse to spill his load all over the tiger’s hooded face, because that was were Pete had been pointing his little cocklet. Mickey, of course, moaned like a little bitch as he came, and then went limp on his bounds. As limp as his dick, which dribbled a few droplets of cum as it twitched weakly. Pete then pulled his own dick out of the tiger’s mouth, who then moaned as he came from being fucked with a dildo, same as the wolf by his side. With this, the performance was done, and that was when Pete decided that it was time for him to make his own show. The crowd applauded the cat as he made his way into the stage, and he proudly flaunted both his hard dick and the little slave he was carrying with himself. He even made a little performance of his own as he spoke to the members of the party as if they were members of a secret league of supervillains and bragged of an exaggerated story of how he captured “Super Pipsqueak” and now brought him to show to everyone. People laughed as the cat mocked the mouse he was carrying, and Mickey could not help but blush as all eyes were on his small, vulnerable and exposed body. He truly felt like a fallen hero being exposed like a trophy by the villain who defeated him, and that made his cock hard as diamond once more. “Oh, this turns you on, my little toy?” Pete whispered to the mouse strapped to his body. “Well, it seems that we have something new to explore together in the future.” Pete was grinning like a shark as he gave a few squeezes and pumps to Mickey's member with his finger, causing the mouse to squeak louder. “Hear how the mighty hero whines like a little bitch!” Pete said, stepping back into character. “Anyone in here want to make him whine? Come now, don’t be shy!” And soon, Pete was walking closer to the audience, and everyone soon was taking part on this interactive show. Once more, Mickey was subjected to many hands pinching, groping and even slapping him. This time, it was accompanied by [i]a lot[/i] of dirty talking, as all the “villains” present took their chance to mock the captured superhero. Mickey whined loudly as he came while one of them squeeze and fondled his balls. This only served to make them laugh at him and mock him even harder, causing his cock to, once more, spring back to full erection. “Wow, didn’t knew you were into superhero roleplaying so much, Pipsqueak.” Pete said to Mickey as he was impressed by how quickly Mickey got yet another hard-on in so little time. “I am [i]definitely[/i] getting some superhero costumes for you. And I maybe get a villain one for myself while I am at it. Or maybe just improvise something with what I have at home.” “Ohhhhh...” was all that Mickey managed to say back, as his head was spinning with everything that was happening to him in the span of just a few hours. This was supposed to be a night with his girlfriend, but it somehow turned into him coming to yet another one of those parties with Pete. He was supposed to have left this behind. To have forgotten about Pete and of the BDSM scenery and to have a normal relationship for once. To meet a girl who he would date, marry and have children with. Instead, he was back there, and Minnie would, most likely, never speak to him ever again. Not after the message Pete sent to her with his phone while impersonating Mickey. Once more, the cat had thrown his entire life into disarray. And Mickey had done nothing to stop him. He just let it happen like a good little bitch. Perhaps that was because, deep down, he knew he wanted this. That he craved it so much that he could not help but wanting to be Pete’s whipping boy without voicing any protest at any time that the cat demanded of him? That seemed to be the case. Pete owned him, and Mickey knew that. Just like he knew that this was not a healthy relationship, not by any imaginable means, but he just could not free himself from it. He never would. This became clear tonight more than ever, as Mickey saw his one chance of a healthy relationship being taken from him, crumpled into a ball and tossed in the garbage can without even once trying to complain about it. “Oh, you want Super Slut to suck your dick, my fellow villain?” Pete said loudly, snapping Mickey back to the present. “Well, it shall be done. Get to work, Super Loser!” Pete had crouched only enough so that Mickey ‘s face was in perfect line with the leather jockstrap or one of the dominants of the party, who smirked down at the mouse as he lowered said jockstrap, allowing his member to hang free. Mickey, like the obedient little slut that he, deep down, knew he would always be, took it on his mouth and sucked. He sucked that dick from this stranger under Pete’s command, and he continued to suck until he cummed, at which point Mickey swallowed all the cum without hesitation. And then, as the dick pulled out and slapped across his cheek, it was soon replaced by another. And then another. And then a pussy came next, which Mickey obediently licked and tongued until it exploded with fem-cum all over his face. And then came another dick. Mickey was not sure of how many men and women her serviced with his mouth. He just kept servicing them with his mouth one after the other as they came, until... “P-please!” Mickey said, “M-my mouth hurts! Please! Alaska! Alaska!” As soon as the name of the American state left his mouth, everyone gave a step back. Even Pete, breaking character, petted the mouse’s head, telling him that it was okay, and that he could take a break to rest his jaw. Mickey panted, feeling his jaw aching and is tongue a bit sore after all the dicks and pussies he had to service. For a moment, he had the fleeting thought of saying the safeword once more and demanding Pete to untie him and let him go because he was tired of the party, and maybe of also telling him never to come near him again otherwise Mickey would call the police. However, as Pete petted his head gently and told him with that it was all okay and that he would be fine, Mickey felt that thought quickly vanishing. “You better now?” Pete asked after nearly two minutes, while everyone looked at the mouse in expectancy. Mickey looked at everyone, and then he looked back at Pete, before saying that he was fine. “But... I think I don’t want anything in my mouth tonight anymore.” “Fine by me.” Pete said with a smile, before it took a lewd undertone. “Because, as of right now, I want to use your other hole.” Mickey knew right away what this meant. Even if he didn’t, he would have figured out really quickly as Pete reached for his own jockstrap and opened it, pulling out his dick. “Someone bring me lube!” Pete said, and soon one of the many submissive of the party was bringing him a bottle of lube, as the music continued to play and they all watched with growing excitement as they all knew what was coming as well as Mickey. The mouse accepted it. He just allowed Pete to rip his costume even further, tearing another piece of it and exposing Mickey’s tailhole, as Pete worked his dick into hardness and covered it into lube that the submissive fetched for him, making it nice and slick, before using his lube-soaked finger to lube up Mickey as well. The mouse let out a loud, squeakily, slutty moan as that finger slid into his ass and then started pumping in and out steadily, making sure to coat as much of Mickey’s hole into lube as possible. “A-ahhh! Pete! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhhh! A-haahhhh!” “He he, it is always cute when yeh start making those sounds, Pipsqueak.” Pete said as he pumped his finger in and out even faster, wriggling it around Mickey’s ass and brushing right against the mouse’s prostate, causing the mouse to squeal in pleasure as his dick throbbed. Around them, the crowd was starting to cheer again, as the party was going right back on track now that the Mickey was so clearly back on the mood for the fun. “Beg for it.” Pete whispered to the mouse so only he could hear. “And make it good, Pipsqueak. Let the whole party hear you begging.” Mickey could have refused. He could have showed at least this tad bit of resistance and denied Pete’s order of begging. It was not as if Pete would ever do anything to him for refusing him. At least not in this party with everyone watching. Actually, he would not do anything to Mickey even if they were alone. Pete never hit Mickey during all the time they knew each other. “Please!” Mickey yelled, letting his voice be hear above the music. “Please! Pete! Sir! Please, fuck me! Please! Please, I need your dick! I need it in me! I need it in my ass! Please, sir, fuck me! Breed me! Use me! Dump your cum in my ass! Claim me! Please, sir! Please, I need your cock! I need your cum! Please! Pleeeeeaaaaaaase!” Now that was a begging that would put even the sluttiest slave of that party to shame, and it made Pete smirk with pride as it was [i]his[/i] slutty slave that did it. “So, what do you think, folks? Should I give this little bitch what he wants?” Pete asked, and the party’s unanimous answer was a resounding “YES!!!” And so, Pete did. Mickey was used to have Pete’s massive dick on his tailhole. However, since it was months since the last time, his tailhole had grown tight, and Mickey’s squeal was of pain as much as it was of pleasure, even with all the lube. To the horny patrons of the party, it sounded lewd all the same, and it caused all of them to cheer. And then, the show really started. Pete was then dancing. He gyrated his hips, thrusting them and causing Mickey to bounce on his dick. Mickey’s moans soon took a lewd tone as the pain soon subsided, his asshole spreading wide around that dick as he bounced on it for minutes as Pete walked all around, letting everyone take a closer look on him as he made the strapped mouse bounce on his dick, a dazed expression of pleasure on his face, his own smaller dick bouncing madly as he was speared over and over again by Pete’s dick, which was so big that it plugged the smaller mouse’s tailhole completely. The crowd was going crazy by the time that Mickey had yet another orgasm, spilling his seed everywhere as Pete continued what he was doing. Some of the submissive were ordered to lick the cum off the ground by their masters and mistresses, and Pete went back to his dance, asking the crowd if everyone loved how he made use of his toy. Yes, for that was what Mickey was. He was Pete’s toy. He was the cat’s slave. His plaything. That was all he had been ever since he first met Pete on that club over five years ago, and Mickey now caught himself wondering if that was all he would ever be good to be. Pete put his hands behind his head, swinging his hips back and forth, causing Mickey to yelp and squeak as he bounced on his dick, swinging around like a second fanny-pack as he was made to have that dick enter and exit his tailhole by the momentum alone. All the while the crowd chanted “FILL HIM! SEED HIM!” over and over non-stop. Until the moment Pete eventually did, as he grunted, his hips thrusting and dick convulsing as he deposited his cum right on Mickey’s ass. The amount so much that it caused Mickey’s belly to swell slightly, making him look on the early stage of pregnancy. And he stayed like that, as Pete’s dick acted like a plug, keeping all the cum inside even after the cat finished cumming. Then, Pete walked around, allowing for all the other doms to touch his slave’s distended belly, rubbing it and complimenting Pete for being able to fill his slave so nicely. Mickey continued to blush and moan softly as they touched him, now feeling completely spent. “You know, Pipsqueak?” Pete said as he walked out of stage, allowing someone else to take a turn putting on a show. “I think we should move in together.” Mickey blinked, looking up at the cat, who smirked down at him. “I mean, it must be lonely living only with that dog, no? It is not as if you have any girlfriend who you could invite to live with after tonight. So, why not move in with me? You can even bring in the mutt. I’m not a dog person, but I won’t mind him, as long as he doesn’t chew on my shoes.” Mickey looked up at him for a while. “So, it is decided, we will be living in together. Tomorrow we will start packing your things so you can live with me in my house on the suburb. It is far from the city, so we have all the privacy we can want. We will be able to have all the fun we want without anyone bothering us.” Mickey blinked again. “Do you have any opposition to it, little thing?” Pete asked, showing Mickey his toothy grin, nearly as if he was growling at him. After a few seconds, Mickey said: “N-no... No problem at all. Anything you want, Pete.” “I’m sorry, what was that?” Mickey looked at him for another moment, before correcting: “Anything you want, [i]master[/i].” “Good.” Pete said with a satisfied smile “Now, let’s go back to that table, I want another cup of that punch. You want some too?” He still talked to Mickey as if the mouse had any saying on anything...