Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 16:28:16 +1200
From: Brian Ralph <bralph@vodafone.co.nz>
Subject: Blackhawks Part 7

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While the gang went to the pub that night, it was fairly quiet after the
violent activities of the day. Brian again stayed under the table and was
ready to service any cock when his head was grabbed by its owner. However
generally he just lay on the floor with a boot over his face. Eventually he
returned home and to bed with Jeff whose fucking was comparatively gentle
before going to sleep.

Sunday morning was also uneventful as Brian did piss, cum and breakfast
duties as required. Then he cleaned up as the guys went to work on their
bikes.

He made the mistake of sitting on the lounge after his chores were
done. Jack saw him there.

"You are not here to fuckin enjoy yourself cunt"

He dragged Brian out to the verandah.

"I think our boots need cleaning, Don't they?" He yelled to the guys busy
with their bikes.

He chained Brian by the neck to the pole then forced him to kneel. Mick
came to help and they chained Brian's ankles then brought the chain up to
his neck collar so Brian could not get up if he tried. A chair was brought
out along with boot polish and cleaning cloths and Jack sat on the chair
and shoved one of his army boot onto Brian's cock.

"Start cleaning fuckwit."

Brian tried to clean the boot as it ground down onto his cock and balls. It
took a lot before he had it shining to Jack's satisfaction and of course as
soon as it was lifted off his balls, the other one came down and had to be
cleaned as well.

When finally Jack moved away, Mick sat down and his Wesco Boss boot was
jammed down onto Brian's cock. He placed his other boot onto Brian's
shoulder and took delight in slamming it into his face if he thought he was
not working quickly enough.  Rick's harness boots followed, again one on
his cock and balls and the other on his shoulder. Mick went round behind
and began kicking into Brian's arse to increase the torture.

Brian could not help it. His cock, although being cruelly tortured,
stiffened up which had Mick guffawing.

"He loves our boots, the cunt. We have a real Boot slave to play with."

The rest of the morning Brian was forced to clean the guy's boots while
each one took a rest and enjoyed twisting and jabbing Brian's cock with
their boots. Tony's Rossi boots, Sean's Chippewa Engineer and finally the
Linesman boots of his Master, Jeff

When he had finished and all the boots were clean and shiny, they released
him from his kneeling position then took him over and backed him against
the post. The neck chain was shortened so his head was tight against the
post. His arms were pulled round the back and cuffed and his legs were
dragged apart.

Some of them found spare boots from inside the house. One pair of army
boots was placed on his shoulders and straps were used to crush them into
his face so all he could see and feel was the black leather in his
face. Several pairs were tied by their laces around his balls and cockhead
and allowed to drop. Finally tit clamps were fastened and a pair tied to
the chain. Brian was in agony but all they could do was laugh.

"That should keep you horny, all those boots, stop screaming, you love it,
don'cha."

He was left like that until it was time to release him so he could serve
them in the usual way for lunch, taking care of both their stomachs and
their cocks.

And they did not let him alone in the afternoon. Although he had sucked
some of them off during lunch, both Rick and Tony dragged him out to their
bikes, pushed him over them and took time fucking him. They seemed to cum
more if their bikes were involved in the rape.

Finally Jeff hauled him over to the bed that Brian now saw as being his as
well as Jeff's. He was thrown down on his back, his legs pushed apart and
could only watch and wait as Jeff fisted his monster tool till it was
standing out like an iron rod then aimed straight at his hole and plunged
in.

"Take it cunthole."

Despite the pain, Brian could see some of the other guys had come over to
watch and were jerking off violently and before long as Brian felt Jeff's
seed impregnating him, he also was being covered with juices from the other
guys.

Then, after recovering, it never seemed to take long, they told him to get
dressed and he was back on Jeff's bike being taken home. Another weekend
was over.