Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2009 09:44:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Brant <wellington1962now@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boot Lust in Vegas   Gay/Authoritarian

Kurt liked going to the Cell Block on Saturday night because it was dress
code night. He enjoyed sitting at the bar or standing up against a wall
where he could watch hot leather men talking with friends or cruising. But
what he was really doing was lusting after their boots. He loved gazing at
well worn but well maintained engineer boots or combat boots which had no
doubt walked many miles and been in some pretty horny places. If the
bootblack was at his station, he would watch him expertly polishing a pair
of Corcorans or if it was a good night he might be working on a pair of
crotch high Wescos.



One night he was sitting at the bar taking in the view of all the hot men
and their boots when the guy next to him struck up a conversation. After
the usual small talk he brought the dialogue around to leather. He allowed
that he was into leather and preferred the role of sub. He liked being
pushed around by a strong leather top and then tied up and fucked. Kurt
admitted that he was a boot fetish. He loved being dominated by a man in
combat boots or powerful engineers. He liked to go down on their boots and
lick them really clean after being kicked around a bit. After some more
talk Kurt made like he was heading to the back room when the man said:
"Wait. Let me give you this card. If you are ever in Vegas, you might want
to visit this place. They can give you boot action like you've never had
before." Kurt took the plain white business card which had the words: "Male
Leather Lockup". Under the title in smaller print was written: "We can make
your leather fantasy reality." At the bottom were the words Las Vegas and a
telephone number; no address. The man said: "If you think you're
interested, just call the number and they'll tell you where the house
is. They get their clients from guys who recommend them, so you'll have to
give them my name which I've written on the back." Kurt thanked him and
said he might give the place a try. The man winked and said: "I hope you
do, because I'll get a $100 discount the next time I visit!"



A couple of months later Kurt was in LA for business. He arranged his
flight back by way of Las Vegas. After getting settled in his hotel room he
called the number on the card. He told the voice on the other end that he
wanted to explore some of his fantasies. The man said they were booked
solid that day, but they could fit him in at 2:00 p.m. the next day. He
then gave Kurt the address.



Kurt took a cab to the address which was in a part of Vegas that had some
pretty big houses. He rang the door bell which was opened by a man in his
early forties. He shook Kurt's hand with a firm grip and brought him into
the living room. His closely cropped hair, blue military style shirt with
epaulets, leather pants and smoothly buffed logger boots gave the
impression of strength and command. As they sat down he said: "I'm Ross
White, Master of The Lockup. Tell me, Kurt, what is your fantasy so that we
might give you some real pleasure today?" Kurt told him that he was looking
for some boot action.  Ross smiled and told him he had come to the right
place. He then got a clip board with a form on it and explained that he
wanted Kurt to describe just what sort of things he wanted from his leather
trainer, what he should wear and what boots he preferred. After writing out
Kurt's fairly detailed scenario, Ross went back to the table and came back
with four 8 x 10 pictures. Each one showed a handsome stud in various
styles of leather, harnesses and boots. Ross asked: "Which of these
trainers would you prefer to give you a work out today?" They all looked
great, but Kurt selected the tough looking one with the number one cropped
hair. He looked like he was late twenties or early thirties. Ross then
flipped open his cell phone punched a speed dial number and said: "Sieg,
I've got a client for you. He wants to see you in a harness, leather pants
and Chippewa High-shine Engineer Boots. I'm coming up to tell you the
routine to use on him." He then turned to Kurt and said: "Let's get a drink
for you while I brief Sieg on his role and then I'll come get you."



About five minutes later Ross returned and showed Kurt to a room on the
second floor. As they passed down the hall, they could hear the muffled
moans of a man who was probably being whipped. Kurt wondered what was
happening behind the other doors. Finally they got to their
destination. Ross said: "Just open the door and go in. Sieg will take
charge of things from there."



Kurt took a deep breath, opened the door quickly, stepped inside and closed
it.  At the other end of the room was a six foot man with closely cropped
blond hair, a barrel chest which was powerfully accented by the tight
leather harness he was wearing. His biceps seemed to bulge above his
leather arm bands. He was wearing tight, black leather pants with a wide 2
inch leather garrison belt.  But what Kurt really wanted to see was his
feet….. and he was not disappointed. The stud was wearing size 12
Chippewa High-shine Engineer Boots just like a lot of motorcycle cops
have. His feet were slightly spread, making him look like a cop getting
ready for a take-down.



"Get your ass over here you son of a bitch," commanded Sieg. Kurt walked
slowly and purposefully across the room, stopping about 2 feet from the
leather clad man so he could look him squarely in the eyes. "OK, now get
down on the floor and start licking my boots."



Kurt knew his response because, after all, he had prepared the script many
times in his mind. "No way! Lick them yourself."



In one swift move Sieg lunged forward, grabbing Kurt's shoulder while
placing his boot behind his right leg and giving a hard push, which sent
Kurt sprawling on the floor. Slowly Kurt pulled himself up on to his knees,
but just as he did this Sieg delivered a powerful kick to his ass, knocking
him down again. Once more Kurt tried to get up but this time Sieg's 18 inch
engineer boot caught his right ass cheek. The force was like that of a
place kicker setting up a field goal.



"Lick the boot," Sieg said in a menacing voice as Kurt tried to get up.. As
Kurt shook his head, Sieg took aim at the crack in his ass. He pointed the
toe of his massive boot down a bit, like a punter preparing to kick 40
yards. He then let fly with a powerful kick which hit the target perfectly.
Kurt thought he could feel the leather belt that goes across the instep on
an engineer boot actually hit his hole. This time he fell to the floor with
a real thud. The pain was intense, so he tried to roll up on his right side
rather than get up where he might get his ass kicked yet again. As he was
doing this, he did not notice Sieg crossing to the other side so that he
was standing right in front of his crotch. Without warning Sieg planted the
toe of his powerful boot in the center of his crotch and scored a perfect
hit on Kurt's balls.  Fortunately he did not use as much force as when he
was kicking ass, but nevertheless the blow took Kurt's breath away as he
let out a painful cry.



Sieg let him writhe in pain on the floor for a couple of minutes, so he
could enjoy the pain his balls were feeling. Finally he said, "For the last
time, lick my boots! If I don't see your tongue on my right boot in thirty
seconds I'll castrate you with a single kick of my boot to your balls!"
Kurt felt like shit, but he knew he couldn't handle another kick, so he
slowly pulled himself on to his knees and crawled over to where Sieg was
standing with his feet spread and his hands on his hips.



As Kurt stuck out his tongue to begin licking, he could see a perfect
reflection of his beet red face in the spit-shined leather surface of
Sieg's engineer boot. Slowly he began licking across the glossy surface of
the boot.  The leather tasted sweet to his lips as he began to apply his
tongue to his assigned task. Suddenly he felt a leather gloved hand on the
back of his head pushing his face onto the toe of the boot. "Stop fucking
around. Lick that boot like you mean it. I want to feel your tongue through
the leather on my foot." With that he pushed Kurt's face against his boot
one more time for emphasis.



Kurt picked up the pace and began licking the boot intensely. When he
finished the toe area he began working his way up the tall shiny shafts. As
his tongue went up and down the smooth leather Kurt's cock began to
grow.. Although his balls still ached, the feeling of his growing erection
gave him the excitement he always craved. When he had pretty well licked
his way around the entire shaft he heard Sieg unbuckle his thick garrison
belt and pull it out of the loops of his pants. Next he felt a heavy blow
on his still-sore butt as the heavy leather strap pounded his ass. "OK
cocksucker, clean the other boot now." He whipped his ass again with the
belt to give emphasis to his words.



With that, Kurt switched his attention and his tongue to the other
boot. Once again the smell of boot leather and feel of the smooth toe on
his tongue was almost too much for him. As he licked around the toe, Sieg
whipped his back with the belt from time to time to keep him on point. When
the boot was glistening brightly Sieg cracked his belt over Kurt's ass once
again and said: "OK, lets see how fast you can lick up my leg to my
crotch. Then I want to feel your tongue searching out my cock and balls and
then give them a good licking right through the leather….and I'd
better feel your tongue or I'll kick your balls off."



No second urging was necessary as Kurt's tongue quickly glided up Sieg's
leg until he got to the crotch. It didn't take him long to find the bulging
basket and identify the long tube outlined in the leather. Kurt began
licking and sucking the bulge. Once again he felt a leather gloved hand
urgently pressing his face against the warm leather as his mouth connected
with Sieg's growing cock. After a few minutes or licking, Kurt saw another
hand unbutton the top of the pants and pull down the zipper. Out popped a
rather thick 10 inch cock.  Sieg hissed: "Swallow my cock you filthy
bootlicker." Kurt opened his mouth and felt the engorged member slide
inside. As he was preparing to swallow a bit more, two leather gloved hands
grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into his crotch. Kurt
almost gagged with the sudden thrust but was able to recover. For the next
couple of minutes Sieg worked Kurt's mouth back and forth on his stiff
dick.



Finally he pulled his member out and said: "Now I'm ready to fuck the shit
out of you. Stand up, strip, bend over and grab your ankles. I'll fuck you
like guys take it in prison." Kurt jumped to his feet and stripped off his
clothes as Sieg went over to a table to get a rubber and some lube.. When
he returned Kurt's ass was sticking up in the air as he bent over and
grasped his ankles. Sieg kicked his feet further apart with his powerful
boots. Then he moved into place and started inserting lube with the finger
of his leather glove. As he massaged Kurt's asshole, Kurt found himself
staring down at those two Chippewa high-shine engineer boots positioned
between his bare legs. The feeling of the massaging finger and the sight of
those fantastic boots caused his cock to jump. He wanted to come, but he
didn't dare. When he felt the finger come out he pushed down figuring that
the next thing he would feel was Sieg's gigantic cock…..and that
was just what happened. Kurt couldn't help letting out a muffled cry which
earned him a hard slap on his ass. Sieg fell into a steady rhythm as he
plowed Kurt's ass with his powerful member. Kurt was totally aroused by the
thick cock rubbing his prostate while he stared intently at the powerful
cop boots beneath him. Sieg's fucking became more intense as he reached his
climax and shot his load inside Kurt who had been moaning softly but now
let out a low gasp.



As Sieg pulled out he moved backwards to a leather chair and fell exhausted
into it. Kurt was still bent over, holding his ankles not daring to
move. Sieg shouted: "Come over here you piece of shit. Take off my condom
and then clean up my cock and balls with that well trained tongue of
yours." Kurt hurried over to the chair and knelt in front of his
bootmaster. He carefully removed the condom and carefully set it
aside. Next he licked the wilting cock in front of him, making sure to get
all the cum out of the slit before licking and sucking the massive balls.



After about five minutes of Kurt licking and sucking Sieg said: "A good
bootmaster takes good care of his bootslave. I'm going to let you get off
now." At that he stood up and pulled up his pants which had been riding
below his hips, zipped his fly and buttoned the top. As he sat down he
said, "Go get your shorts and put them back on, then kneel before me. Kurt
did as he was told and was rewarded by the feel of Sieg's right engineer
boot pressing down on his cock and balls. Slowly the boot moved back and
forth on the smooth fabric of his shorts. As Kurt stared at the high-shine
Chippewa boot that was playing with his cock, he felt his member begin to
grow. After a few of minutes of this pleasure, Sieg said: "Go over to that
table and bring back that leather cock and ball ring." Kurt obeyed
instantly and brought it back. Sieg jerked down his shorts and grabbed his
nuts with his leather gloved hand. This made his cock jerk, but Kurt
managed not to cum. Sieg snapped the leather band around his swollen balls
for a snug fit and said: "Pull up your shorts and get down at my boots
again. I'm going to start rubbing your cock, but you are NOT to cum. When
you feel you just can't hold it any more say, `Please master, milk my
cock..' Then pull down your briefs and close your eyes and I'll milk you."
Kurt eagerly obeyed as imagined Sieg's black leather glove which still had
lube on it stroking his engorged cock. As he stared at the powerful boot
that was massaging his crotch his cock became rock hard. Finally he said:
"Please master, milk my cock." With that he pulled down his shorts and
closed his eyes. As he did this, Sieg silently rose to his feet drew back
his right boot, and with the expert aim of a football punter brought his
powerful engineer boot slamming into Kurt's balls which were being held in
perfect position by the leather cock ring. It took a moment for the
engorged balls to react but then a huge stream of fuck shot from Kurt's
cock. He was so surprised by the powerful kick that he could only open his
eyes wide and stare at the ceiling. But before he could collapse and curl
up in pain, Sieg kicked again and landed a second boot right on
target. Again fuck spurted from his cock, but by this time Kurt was curling
over in pain.



Sieg watched the pitiful form curled up at his boots while a grin of pure
pleasure spread across his face. He liked being a bootmaster and liked to
see a bootslave lying at his feet. He knew that in a few minutes the pain
of his powerful kick would subside and Kurt would have a wonderful warm
feeling in his groin and belly because he knew he had serviced his master's
engineers and had been rewarded by those same boots.



Kurt lay on the floor moaning softly. As the pain in his testicles eased he
began to experience an overwhelming feeling of pleasure and satisfaction.
As he lay there a sensation of ecstasy spread through his groin, stomach
and seemingly throughout his body. Kurt had fucked with a lot of men and
done it many different ways, but never had he had such a GREAT fuck in all
his life!  Sieg seemed to know just how hard and when to kick his fucking
balls so that he would get the maximum climax. And the biggest surprise for
Kurt was that those two fantastic kicks had not been part of the original
scenario that he had described to Ross!



The end