Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2014 23:23:33 -0800 (PST)
From: John Brant <bigengineers@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boot Bitch in Training  (Gay authoritarian, adult-youth)

The usual warnings apply to this fiction.
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   Ian is a 35 year old boot master living in London.  He has a modest
collection of 25 pairs of size 12 (US 13) boots which he has assembled over
the years.  Most of his boots tend to be favourites among the skinhead
crowd, which figures because Ian keeps his hair at a zero crop.  He has a
beautiful collection of Grinders, Undergrounds, Rangers and DM's, all of
which are perfectly polished and maintained by a regular crew of boot
licking slaves that come whenever they get an email from Ian ordering them
to come and service his boots.

   Over the past three years Ian has posted twenty video clips on
XTube. One of his boot worshippers is pretty handy with a camera and loves
to film the action of Ian getting his boots serviced. So when Ian is in the
mood to make a clip, he calls up this bloke to join the party. For Ian
there is no greater turn-on than seeing a grown man groveling at this boots
and licking the thick black leather like his life depended on it. After a
good fifteen minute boot licking session Ian orders the slave to take a dog
position on all fours. He then circles behind the hapless cunt and begins
kicking his arse with his powerful boots.  After a few of these he forces
his boot between the slave's legs and gets him to spread them. Usually the
slave is wearing leather shorts, but sometimes he is naked with just a cock
and ball stretcher. Ian then likes to give a few mild kicks to the slave's
balls, until he lands a hard one that makes the boot bitch roll up into a
ball.

   Every few days he checks his mail on XTube's message file. Quite often
there is a plea from a boot slut to come and service his boots. He then
check's the slave's profile and if he looks like he would do a good job,
Ian invites him to come to his flat.  Recently he got a surprise when there
was a message from a 19 year old kid begging him for a boot worship and
licking session. The boy looked pretty innocent on his profile page, but
his pictures of him wearing three different pairs of boots showed that he
was already a dedicated boot slut in spite of his young age. Obviously he
would need some training, which could make for a fun afternoon, so Ian
invited him to come on a specified date.

   On the appointed day the boy arrived right on time. When the bell rang,
Ian opened the door to find the would be slave standing before him wearing
a bomber jacket, faded jeans and a pair of twenty hole black DM's that had
been spit polished to a high gloss shine. The lad had his eyes fixed on the
floor, well actually the shiny toe cap on Ian's 30 hole black Ranger
boots. Ian smiled at the submissive stance of the boy. Yes! This was going
to be a fun afternoon. "Get in," Ian muttered in a low tone and the boy
quickly entered. "Follow me," was the next command which the boy
immediately obeyed. He was in a two bedroom flat of which the second
bedroom was devoted to leather sex and boot worship.  He followed Ian into
the room and the door closed behind them.

   "Now, strip and put on these leather shorts and then lace up your boots
again," were the next words spoken. The kid quickly took off his jacket,
shirt, jeans, and boxers. He picked up the black leather gym shorts and
stepped into them. They were almost too small, but he was able to get them
buttoned and zipped. He quickly put on his shiny Doc Martins and then stood
before Ian with his hands behind his back and his head bowed.

  "Alright you little pig, I want to see total obedience to my every
command. If you mess up, I'll kick the shit out of you with my 30 hole
Rangers. Do you understand?"

   The boot slut shouted back: "Sir, yes sir!"

   "Then get down on the floor and approach my boots on your stomach." As
he said this, Ian walked to the side of the room where there was a chair
and took a seat. The slave pushed himself across the floor until he was at
Ian's feet. "Alright you little boot bitch, start licking my boots and make
them shine." Immediately the boy extended his tongue and began to lick the
shiny black toe cap. His tongue glided across the smooth, well polished
leather.

   Ian decided to let him know who was boss from the beginning by giving
him some verbal abuse.  "Lick my fuckin boots with longer strokes of your
tongue, you little bitch.  Extend your tongue more. Lick harder.  I want to
see some shine on those boots from your licking.  That's enough time on
that toe, start licking the boot shafts. I don't want any dry licks, I want
full slobbering licks with lots of spit so the leather really shines."  As
the slave licked, Ian brought his other boot down on his shoulders, forcing
his head closer to the boot.  For the slave, being able to service the
boots of this powerful man was a dream come true.  As he licked, he felt
his cock, which was rock hard. He wanted so much to rub the tight leather
shorts that were confining his cock in such a small place, but he did not
dare do that.

   After about ten minutes of work on the right boot, in which he had
licked every inch of the boot leather at least twice, Ian told him to
switch to the left boot. Once again there was a string of verbal abuse
directed at improving his boot licking performance.

   When he had completed about ten minutes on the left boot, Ian said:
"Alright boot slut, assume a doggie position on all fours."  The boy did as
he was told. Ian got up from his chair and began to walk around the
kneeling form. His boots made heavy thuds as he strode around. On the
second pass he stopped behind the slave, pulled back his right boot and
landed a heavy kick right on the lad's right arse cheek. The heavy boot was
quite unexpected, so it sent the hapless boy sprawling on the floor.  "Get
up you piece of shit. Get back on all fours." Ian then used his left boot
to kick the boy's arse again. This time he was ready and did not collapse,
but the powerful kick was painful.  Ian laughed as he gave his slave a
taste of his boot power. He then commanded: "Spread your legs." He then
pushed his boot between the two legs as the boy tried to put more space
between his knees. Once he was as wide as he could managed, Ian began
tapping his balls with the toe of his boot.  He was actually trying to find
out just where those two little teen-age balls were hiding in those leather
shorts. When he thought he had located them, he gave that area a much
harder kick, not as hard as he was kicking the boy's arse, but hard enough
to make the boy cry out.

   Ian walked back to his chair and sat down. He told his boot slave to
come to him. He then instructed him to sit down on the floor in front of
him.  He could see the boy's cock pressing on the leather shorts. He then
moved his right boot into the slave's crotch and began rubbing the engorged
cock with his shiny black boot.  As the slave looked down he was rewarded
with the most exciting sight of a huge size 12 Ranger boot massaging his
cock and balls.  But the feeling he was experiencing was even more
intense. Ian then spoke: "Does that feel good boy?  You like the feel of my
powerful boots on your pathetic cock, don't you? But be careful, you must
not cum.  When you feel you can't hold it any longer tell me."

   The boot rubbing continued for another two minutes and finally the boy
said: "Please sir, I can't hold it much longer.  I'm going to cum."  Ian
pulled his boot off the boy's cock and commanded the boy to stand up. He
then unbuttoned the tight leather shorts, allowing the teenager's cock to
jump out. He then turned to the table next to the chair and picked up a
pair of black leather gloves and a bottle of lube. He pulled on the gloves
and then squeezed a little lube on his right hand. He then grabbed the
boy's cock and began to stroke it. Suddenly the boys blurted out: "Sir, I'm
going to cum."

   With that, Ian put his boot up on the chair and pulled the boy closer to
the boot. He had hardly finished this when the boy shot out a huge gob of
cum. Ian had pointed the boy's cock right at his boot and the gob landed
right on the toe. The next ropy shot was directed to the boot shaft. Ian
swiftly switched boots on the chair, so that as the boy continued to shoot,
his gizz hit the other boot.  Finally the orgasm was finished. The boot
slut had never experienced such a satisfying fuck in his life. As he looked
down at his master's powerful boots with his white fuck on them, he felt a
sense of fulfilment.

   Ian lowered his boot to the floor carefully so that none of the cum
would fall off. He then sat down and said: "OK, boy. I want to see you
totally service my boots. I want to see your tongue working that fuck into
the boot leather so that my boots really shine. And what you can't work
into the leather, you are to lick up and swallow."

   The boot slut didn't need any urging to start cleaning those boots. His
tongue pushed the white fuck around on the black leather. Obviously the
fuck was not going to penetrate the black wax boot polish, so it was just a
matter of licking up all the fuck and swallowing it.  When he finished the
boots did not look as shiny as they had been before.  Ian didn't seem to
mind. He told the boy to go get his boot shine equipment from the box in
the corner. He then ordered the boot slut to polish his boots using the
Kiwi boot polish.  While the slave polished his boots, Ian rubbed the
crotch of his leather pants he was wearing. When the slave had managed to
put a high shine on both boots, Ian told him to start licking his crotch.
Eagerly the lad began licking until he located the huge cock. Ian then
unbuckled his belt and pulled down his fly, allowing his cock to pop
out. The boy put the cock in his mouth and began sucking.  Ian looked down
at the young lad doing his best to give him a satisfying suck. He looked
past his head and saw the toes of his boots which made his cock twitch in
the boy's mouth.

   When he felt his cock was rock hard he said: "OK, boot bitch, I want you
to stand up, pull down your shorts and then bend over and spread your
cheeks."  The boy was on his feet in a shot, pulled the leather shorts down
past his boots, then turned around and bent over.  While he was doing that,
Ian was slipping on a condom. He grabbed the lube and pressed some into the
boys hole with his leather gloved hand. Then without further ado, he
pressed the huge head of his cock into the kid's tight hole. The boy let
out a gasp. As Ian continued to push the slave cried out in pain. Ian knew
he was in command and it was his right to force his cock all the way into
his boy.  Once he was in, he began fucking the boy. As the kid felt the
pain of having his tight hole violated he looked down at the floor where he
saw the most arousing sight: between his DM's there were two huge, shiny 30
hole black Ranger boots. He watched as the boots shifted slightly forward
as Ian thrust his cock further in the hole. Suddenly the boot slut realized
that what he was feeling was the real manhood behind those powerful
boots. But more than that, he knew the pain he felt in his little hole was
giving the boot master real pleasure. A feeling of warmth swept over the
boy as he realized that his pain was a reward to the boot master and his
boots.  He focused his eyes on the powerful boots and soon his pain was
changed to ecstasy as he felt Ian's powerful piston thrusting in and out of
his violated hole. Before long the boy was moaning with pleasure as he
stared at the huge boots on the floor between his legs.

Ian began to pick up the pace as he approached organism.  The boot bitch
could not resist grabbing his own cock and began to stroke it. The cock up
his arse and the image of the boots before his eyes were too much to
resist. His cock had been hard, but as he stroked it, it began to throb,
then it came with a huge gob. As he shot his wad, his hole contracted,
squeezing Ian's cock at the most sensitive moment giving him an organism
like no other he had felt in years.  He hugged the boy tight as his cock
continued to throb on its own for a few more seconds. After a minute the
warm glow had passed, so Ian pulled his cock out and took two or three
steps backward before falling into his chair.

   The boot bitch straightened himself up and then got down on his knees
and crawled over to the powerful black leather boots which had just made
love to him. He lowered his head to the floor and began licking the smooth
leather surface. Ian smiled as he saw the boy groveling at his boots as he
began to worship them again. As he watched his cock continued to contract
and the rubber was in danger of falling off, so Ian peeled it off, being
careful not to spill any of the cum. Then he said: "You, cunt, take your
boots off." Without hesitation the boy quickly unlaced his boots. "Hold the
right boot here between my legs." Ian then took the condom and squeezed
some warm, white cum on the toe of his slave's boot. He spread the gizz
around the toe and up the sides using his leather gloved hand. He pointed
at the other boot and emptied the rubber on to that boot.  Next he
commanded: "Put the boot down carefully and then lick all the cum off my
gloves. When you have finished that, then I want you to lick my fuck off
your boots and make them shine."

   After licking the tight leather gloves clean, the boot whore began
licking the thick cream off his own boots. Pushing the warm fuck across the
shiny leather of his DM's was a real turn-on for him. His revelry was
interrupted by Ian's booming voice: "OK bitch. I'm finished with you, so go
get your clothes on and get the fuck out of here.  If I decide you did a
good enough job, I'll email you with another invitation to come and service
my boots."