Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:40:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Brant <bigengineers@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bootmaster - Gay Authoritarian

WARNING: This story is a fictional one - contains sexually explicit parts
involving sex between two adults. Do not read the contents if it will
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BOOTMASTER

Ed Schmidt is a man's man: six feet three, two hundred pounds, former
marine sergeant with closely cropped hair. All the men at the power company
where he worked liked him, although none of them knew he was gay. He was a
good linesman who knew his work and could get the job done and that was
what mattered.  Ed seemed to get respect wherever he went. When the guys
would stop at a fast food place for lunch, Ed would stride into the
building like a man on a mission. His size thirteen Wesco Jobmaster
lineman's boots would make an impressive thud, thud, thud on the
floor. When people looked down to see what all the noise was about they
would see a tough pair of black 18" Night-sider heavy duty work boots with
Ed's pant legs tucked inside. Wise-ass teenagers who normally give adults a
lot of lip were so intimidated by the sight and sound of those boots that
they would move back out of Ed's way as he walked up to the counter to
place his order.

Ed was just as dominate in his private life when he got home from work. He
had been a dominate boot master almost from the day he left the marines.
He had assembled a good collection of boots and leather clothing from which
he could select any number of very hot outfits which he would wear to the
Cellblock leather bar on weekends. Ed could pick up just about any guy he
wanted.  But he didn't do that very often, only if there was an
exceptionally good looking guy who knew his position down at his boots.

The reason Ed was not into a lot of casual partners is that he had three
regular subs who serviced his boots and his cock on a weekly basis. On
Monday nights Bill would come calling; Wednesday was for Steve and Friday
was reserved for Fred.  Of his three boot slaves, he liked Fred best,
possibly because he was obsessed with boot worship and boot service. Ed did
not disappoint.

A typical Friday goes something like this. Ed comes home from a full week
of work looking forward to a night of being served by his boot slave
Fred. He goes to his bedroom and unlaces his 18" Wesco Night-Sider pole
climbers. He sheds his work clothes and then selects his uniform for the
night.  Tonight it is a black leather police shirt with sergeant strips on
one sleeve and a NYPD patch on the other. He then slips on a pair of black
leather pants with a yellow stripe going down the side. Finally he takes
his prized 18" Carolina High Shine Engineer boots off the rack and pulls
them on. He checks himself in the mirror. Looking back at him is a tough
looking motorcycle cop who looks like he could take down any punk.

He throws a couple of things in the microwave for a light supper while he
watches the news on TV. At precisely 7:00 p.m. the doorbell rings once.  Ed
smiles to himself. His cock stirs a bit in his tight leather pants. After
waiting about a minute, Ed gets up and goes to the door. When he opens it,
he finds an average height man holding a gym bag and his head bent down
looking at his boots. Ed says nothing and the man says nothing. He silently
slips by Ed and walks down the hall. He waits at the door to the
basement. When Ed arrives he commands" "Open it, slut!"  Fred opens the
door and goes down into the leather room. He quickly goes to a corner and
undresses. He puts on a leather harness, a cock and ball ring and tight
black leather shorts. He then laces up a pair of classic black combat boots
and waits. After a few minutes he hears the loud thud of heavy engineer
boots coming down the stairs. Ed marches to the end of the room where there
is a twelve inch raised platform and a leather covered executive chair. The
metal heel plates of his boots make a menacing noise as strides across the
concrete floor. From his corner Fred watches those boots with rapt
attention as his cock begins to get hard.

Before he steps on to the platform, Ed goes to the right wall where there
is a pegboard of various toys including, handcuffs, butt plugs, cock rings,
floggers (several sizes) and belts (some 1 ½ inch wide, some 2 inch and
some 3 inch). He selects a 48" black garrison belt that is 2 inches
wide. He likes the length of the belt when it is folded in half, as it
reaches his boot slave's ass without Ed having to reach.  He also likes the
sound of the "whack" as the belt hits the sub first and then the second
piece of folded leather hits the other side for a louder crack.

Ed moves over to his leather chair, dragging his boot heels as he goes,
which fills the room with anticipation. After sitting down he snaps his
fingers and points at his boots. That is Fred's signal to approach the
platform on his hands and knees, never taking his eyes off the size
thirteen motorcycle police boots.  When he is just below Ed's feet he
prostrates himself. Ed orders: "Lick, you worthless fag."  Quickly Fred is
up on his knees and begins licking the polished surface of Ed's high shine
engineer boots. His tongue glides over the smooth surface that has been
spit-shined at least a hundred times. As he licks, his nostrils are filled
with the smell of rich, thick leather as his tongue tastes the mixture of
Kiwi polish and some left over cum.

Seeing the groveling man licking his boots makes Ed's cock twitch.  Ed
likes the way that Fred worships his boots.  It makes him feel far superior
to the worthless slave licking his high shine engineers.  After watching
Fred lick for a few minutes he detects that he is slowing down. Perhaps his
mouth is getting dry, but that is not Ed's problem. It's time to give Fred
some motivation to pick up the pace.  Ed unwinds the belt which he had
wound around his fist and then doubles it over. He pulls back and brings
the thick two inch leather garrison belt down on Fred's upturned ass. The
action fills the room with a heavy "thwack" as leather belt connects with
skin tight leather shorts covering one tender ass. Fred jumps at the
unexpected assault on his butt cheek.  Ed smiles as he decides to use some
verbal abuse to motivate as well. "Pick up the pace, you lousy boot
licker... Don't just lick the toe, bitch!  I want a full tongue lick! Make
that fuckin tongue of yours lick up my boot shaft, you worthless boot
pig... Come on you faggot, lick my boots like you mean it or I'll kick the
shit out of you... Get your tongue into the crack between the leather and
the welt, you worthless shit... Worship my boots with every stroke of your
tongue, boot bitch." With each verbal shot Ed would crack the wide leather
belt on Fred's ass or back.

After fifteen minutes of furious boot licking on Fred's part, Ed seems
satisfied that his boots have been properly cleaned and worshiped. He then
said: "Shit! You've licked all the boot polish off my fuckin boots. Go get
the Kiwi and polish my boots until I can see my face in them."  Fred jumped
to his feet and raced to a cupboard near the door where the bootblack
supplies were stored. He quickly returned with the polish, rags and
brushes. Ed took out a cigarette and lit up while he watched Fred begin to
carefully polish his favorite pair of boots.  By using a combination of
spit-shine and licking, Fred developed a prize winning gloss in just
fifteen minutes while Ed smoked his cigarette. Once again the sight of a
grown man groveling at his feet, made Ed's cock get a bit harder. Ed
stretched out his leg and commanded: "Take off my boot, bitch!" Fred
quickly spread his legs and felt Ed's left boot kick up into his crotch. He
grabbed the heel with his left hand and the toe with his right and waited
but a brief moment before Ed's right boot slammed into his ass pushing him
away with his boot. Fred turned around and knelt before Ed and presented
the boot. Ed was able to see his face perfectly. "Take off the other boot."
So the procedure was repeated.

Ed placed both boots beside him and said: "Go get my work boots now and
give them a normal boot shine."  This was the way Ed kept his work boots in
good condition. Fred quickly went to the back of the room where Ed had
dropped his Wesco Jobmaster boots when he had first descended the
stairs. He brought them back and laced up each boot on Ed's waiting
feet. He then went to work with brush and Kiwi polish to give a nice dull
shine to Ed's heavy duty 18" Night-Sider boots. When he finished, he
unlaced both boots and took them back to where he had found them.  He
returned and then helped Ed put his Chippewa high shine engineer boots back
on.

"You're getting sloppy in your work, boy!  I don't like the casual way you
handled my Jobmaster boots. When you unlaced them after polishing them, you
did not kiss each toe and handle them with respect. That really pisses me
off."  Fred knew he was in for some rough discipline as Ed stood up and
came down to the level where he was kneeling. Ed stomped behind him
dragging his heel so that the horseshoe heel plate scrapped loudly along
the floor and then without notice let fly with a hard kick to Fred's ass.
The 18" shiny engineer boot not only looked great, but it could also
deliver a powerful blow. Fred let out an involuntary grunt and fell forward
on to all fours as the heavy boot connected to his left ass cheek. "You
worthless pig who doesn't know how to show proper respect to my work
boots!" With that he kicked the other ass cheek.

Ed liked using his boots to kick some respect into his boot slaves. He
liked the feel of his boot connecting with the soft ass of a man who enjoys
being a sub.  After eight or ten kicks to the ass, Ed pushed the slave over
with the sole of his boot.  With the sub now on his back, Ed put his boot
on his chest and shifted a little weight onto it. He then shifted his boot
to the stomach and prepared to do some light trampling. This gave Fred a
chance to tighten his stomach muscles so that when his bootmaster placed
both boots on his stomach, he could handle the weight. (Ed does not make a
big deal of trampling, but rather just gives his slave another indication
of who is in charge.) As he steps back to the floor he said: "Do you
understand what I'm telling you, bitch?"

Fred replied: "Sir, yes sir!"

At this point Ed returned to his leather chair and said: "It's time for you
to fully service my boots. You know how important it is to me that this is
done properly. Come and take your position before me, you worthless slut."
Fred knelt very close before Ed, who then moved his right boot up against
Fred's crotch. Slowly he moved the toe of his boot against the smooth
leather shorts. It did not take him long to locate Fred's growing cock.  He
also dug around below the cock to get a sense of where his balls were.
Fred was wearing a cock and ball ring that made his package quite large in
the tight confines of the black leather shorts. Ed slightly increased the
pressure of his boot so that the massage action began to make Fred quite
hard. This was the part of the session that Fred loved, although what
followed was quite painful. Ed heightened the experience by talking in a
low seductive tone: "This is your chance, boy, to show how much you love
your master's boots. It's time for you to do more than just lick my boots,
you need to give your sacrifice now. You love these boots, boy, now show it
by giving them as much cum as you can so as to fully service
them. Remember, boy, you don't touch your cock until after my boot has made
you shoot your first load. You just let me know when you're ready to cum."

As Fred watched that size 13 engineer boot rubbing his cock and balls, his
cock reached a position of full attention.  Fred began to get that warm
feeling all over as he felt a little pre-cum ooze out of his cock.  He knew
he was close to orgasm, but he did not want to tell Ed he was ready too
soon and end up with a disappointing first shot.  Finally the pressure was
almost too much, so Fred shouted: "Sir, I'm ready, sir!"

With that he shifted his position down to the cement floor and pulled his
leather shorts down to his boots, and resumed the kneeling position. Ed
jumped up from his chair and positioned himself right in front of Fred's
engorged balls and enlarged cock which were sticking out even more because
of the cock and ball ring. "Close your eyes, boy!" Ed commanded as he drew
back his right boot.  He then brought his boot "home" with a medium
punter's kick to Fred's balls. For a moment time stood still for Fred as he
felt the kick delivered by a heavy duty engineer boot.  Then a stroke of
pain shot through his body and he involuntarily fell forward. Meanwhile Ed
had expertly positioned his boot to catch the first mammoth shot of cum
that was forced out of Fred's balls by the powerful boot.  Ed then shouted:
"OK boy, you can start stroking your cock, but make sure every drop of cum
lands on my boots." Although the pain of having been kicked in the balls
was so intense, so was the ecstasy of having climaxed after having his cock
massaged by a shiny, 18" black engineer boot and then kicked by the same
boot.

Fred knew he could not remain immobile for long or else he would receive
kicks all over his body from those heavy boots. He began stroking his cock
furiously and pointing it at the tall, shiny black shaft before him. The
fuck continued to come with another shot hitting the right boot. Fred
shifted himself slightly so that the next two spurts hit the left boot: the
first on the leg and the other on the toe.  He continued milking his cock
on to the right boot toe until nothing was left.  Ed looked down on his
boot slave with a feeling of superiority at the man groveling at his boots,
trying to please him by delivering every drop of cum he could coax out of
his painfully sore balls.  When he could see that Fred was dry he said:
"Good boy! Now I want to see you fully service my boots."  With that Fred
began moving the cream around the toe of the right boot.  After he was sure
that he had moved the cream across the entire surface, he began to lick it
up and then polish the toe of the boot with his tongue. Next he moved up
the shaft of the boot.  All of this was happening as Ed relaxed in his
leather chair and watched his boot bitch worship his boots by giving them a
full service with his own cum.

Seeing a grown man licking his boots was a real turn on for Ed. He couldn't
resist rubbing his cock through his black leather pants.  About the time
Fred finished servicing the left boot, Ed's cock was getting pretty hard.
He decided to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants to release his mammoth
piece of manhood.  He then said: "OK bitch, come up here and start sucking
on my cock."  Fred briefly stood up and pulled up his shorts and then knelt
between Ed's legs and began to suck his cock. After about fifteen minutes
Ed was ready to fuck his boy. He said: "That's enough, stand up, pull down
your shorts and grab your ankles."  Ed put on a lubricated condom and then
grabbed Fred's hips and pushed his eight inch pole into his poor slave's
hole. Fred let out a gasp as he was penetrated, but Ed kept up the pressure
until his balls slapped against Fred's ass. Then he drew back a few inches
and thrust again, plowing his bitch for all he was worth. He quickly
established a rhythm, but was not getting the high he usually had at this
point, so he slapped Fred's right ass cheek with the palm of his leather
gloved hand.  After a few more thrusts he slapped the left cheek. Fred's
ass was still quite tender from being kicked hard by Ed's size thirteen
engineer boots, so the combination of being fucked so forcefully and having
his ass spanked made him cry out in anguish. The sound of his boot slut
crying in pain was the turn on Ed needed. The knowledge that his slave was
in real pain raised his level of excitement. He could feel his climax
coming. All the boot play and boot master domination had been preparing for
this moment. With a final thrust he shot a heavy load into the hole of his
boot pig.  He continued to pound his ass a few more times until his balls
seemed drained.  He pulled out and pushed Fred to the floor. He then kicked
his ass twice as he said: "Faggot!"

After delivering the kicks Ed took a few steps to his leather chair and
collapsed into it.  The feeling of ecstasy and a warm glow all over after a
good fuck, was something he looked forward to in each of his sessions he
had with his boot slaves.  Fred remained motionless on the floor waiting to
be told what to do next, while Ed just stared down at his shrinking cock.
When it was completely limp, Ed called out: "Come over here, bitch, and
clean up my cock and balls." Fred quickly crawled over to the leather chair
as Ed spread his legs. As he watched, Ed carefully removed the condom
trying to collect as much fuck from his cock as possible. Once this was
done, Fred began licking the remaining cum from his cock. Once again the
sight of a grown man licking his cum off of his fucker filled him with a
sense of authority and control. He reveled in the feeling of a warm tongue
lovingly caressing his cock and balls. It made him glad he had trained
three men to serve as boot slaves.

When he felt that his crotch was clean enough he barked: "Back off,
fag. I'm going to apply some real man's cum to my boots so that you can
give them a REAL servicing." With that he began to carefully squeeze the
cream out of the condom, first on one boot and then on the other.  When he
had got the last drop out, he snapped his fingers and pointed at his right
boot. Immediately Fred began pushing the cum around the toe of the boot and
then he licked it up until the toe sparkled.  Next he licked up and down
the shaft of that boot until he was sure there was no fuck left on it. Then
he did the same thing to the other boot. It gave Ed real satisfaction to
see Fred so earnestly licking his boots and sucking up his fuck as Fred
fully serviced his high shine engineer boots with the seed of his manhood.

He looked at his watch. More than three hours had passed since the doorbell
had first rung. Ed felt worn out by all the work and sex.  Keeping a boot
slave in line and making sure he served him the way he wanted was a lot of
work, but very, very satisfying. Anyway he was ready for a stiff drink and
some sleep. He was finished with Fred so he ordered: "OK, boot bitch,
change into your street clothes and get the hell out of here. If you're
still here in five minutes, I'll kick your balls so hard you won't be able
to fuck again."  With that Fred rushed to the back of the room, unlaced his
boots, pulled off his shorts and leather harness.  He quickly dressed and
stuffed his equipment into his sports bag and raced up the stairs and
quietly closed the front door behind him.

When Ed decided the door had closed he took a deep breath and let it out
slowly. He gazed down at his shiny Chippewa engineer boots with a sense of
power and pride.  Wearing those boots made him feel like he was totally in
control of his world.  He stood up, zipped his leather pants and buckled
his thick leather belt and then strode across the concrete floor as the
steel heel plates of his high shine engineer boots echoed through the
room. For Ed there is nothing like being a bootmaster.