Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 08:53:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Taylor Burgett <bruiserpup01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boot Boy

This is a work of fiction if your not 18 what you doing on this site


as i walked down the aisle of slaves one drew my attention he was half way
down the line as i approched the manager said that slaves down here have
minor defects and where more taxing to train but this boy keep my attention
as i drew closer i noticed marks on his face and chest as i steped in front
of him he immediatly went to the present postion for a unowned slave as he
turned to present his ass i noticed more marks they where tattoos from the
one on his ass i was able to tell what the others where to they where
bootprints tattooed on him perm "why does this thing have tattoos thought
all your property was new" "um well this boy was previously owned and was
taken on as a special case SIR" the manager said i thougth it over for a
min "BOY TURN AND FACE ME" I ordered and promply he turned around and faced
me i could see the pain and disobedence in his eyes and new he was the boy
for me "why do you have marks bitch" he looked down at my boots then back
up asking "permission to speak" i nodded my head so far his well behaved "a
pervious owner decided to make me his boot licker and to commerate perm
marked my body with this shit" "SMACK SMACK" two quick hits from the
manager and the slave went back to postion head bowed hands behind his back
i looked at him up and down nice young boy his id said he was 24 6'5" about
220 but very lean looking body bald all over not even an eyebrow on any but
the tats are what got my 8inch hard i could feel the wet spot form then i
noticed a special note on his card "hypno trained to lick boots
uncontrolabley" key "bootbitch" well i could not pass this up and had to
try "bootbitch" i said outloud and he had a strange look on his face as he
lunged at my boots licking and growling like a animal in heat the guards
ran after him but i just laughed and saw him being restrained with straight
jacket i saw his eyes where wild his tounge sticking out drool comeing down
his mouth this lill fucker was perfect "hes sold boys load him up

i tossed them a whole box of diapers "make sure he wears them all i dont
want the box messed up on the 1000 mile trip home "i aint wearing no faggot
diapers and what the hell is this box i aint no piece of mail" next thing i
knew my slave was convulsing on the floor screaming in pain "what the" i
said out loud as the manager walks up handing me a keychain "its his remote
his collar and restraints all have torture devises in them one press and
hes down

they unhooked him from the wall and dragged him out of the display hall "he
will be in the mail tonight Sir" i walked over to my slave boy drooling on
the floor half awake whispering in his ear "rest up slave boy we gonna have
loads of fun when u arrive" i scratched his ear and left the room