Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 07:44:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Brant <wellington1962now@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boots at Folsom Street East - Authoritarian, Historical

Boot Encounter at Folsom Street East

   Let's be honest, Pete is a boot pig.  He loves boots: his boots and the
boots worn by other bootmen. He's also a bottom, feeling that his place in
the world is on the ground servicing other men's boots.  He's your average
guy, 5' 10" about 180 pounds, short cropped hair, seven inch cock and in
his 40's.  He's also a member of several boot groups on the internet.

   In early June there was a short post on his favorite boot fetish site:
"Looking to meet a good bootslave at Folsom Street East for boot action.
Lars."  Since Pete lives in New Jersey and was planning on going to Folsom
East, he replied to the email and asked if he could hook up. He got an
affirmative reply, so emailed to ask where to find Lars.  He got this
reply: "Don't worry about finding me, pig, I'll find you. I want you to
wear black combat boots, leather shorts with a harness on top and a T shirt
that says "Boot Slut". Wear a leather baseball cap and don't forget to wear
a double cock ring so your package will show under your shorts.  I'll be
wearing leather pants and high shine Chippewa engineer boots.  You just
circulate and you'll know me when we meet in mid afternoon."

   The message excited Pete. He fantasized what Lars might look like as he
rubbed his crotch.  Before long he was hard. He pulled out his cock and
stroked it until he came.  He couldn't wait for June 20th.

   Sunday afternoon at Folsom Street East was a blast. Pete walked slowly
through the crowds with his eyes on the ground looking at the many
beautiful pairs of boots. Whenever he saw a pair he really liked he would
stop and just stare, wishing he could go down and lick them right
there. However, he knew he had to keep moving so he could spot Lars. He
passed a place where some bootblacks were hard at work.  Pete stopped and
watched one guy polishing a leatherman's Wesco Jobmasters.  Pete's cock
made an involuntary throb. He wanted to rub his crotch so badly, but knew
he must save himself for meeting Lars, so suppressed the urge. He continued
to cruise the area. He came to a place where there was a St. Andrew's cross
and a tough looking leathermaster was shackling a willing sub to the
cross. The leather man stepped back with his flogger and began twirling it
back and forth as he started to whip the man's back. Pete was transfixed by
the 6 foot leather man's crotch high Wesco engineer boots and studded
codpiece. He looked so hot and powerful as he began whipping the helpless
tied man.

   Pete had to force himself to move on, because the clock was ticking. As
he walked along he spotted a man leaning against a building. He was wearing
leather pants, shiny engineer boots, harness and a motorcycle officers
black leather cap.  Pete walked slowly toward him. The man turned and their
eyes connected. Pete's heart beat faster: was this Lars?  He continued to
walk toward the man -- their eyes were locked. When he was just 4 feet away
the man raised his right arm from his side, snapped his fingers and pointed
at this boots. Pete looked at the powerful highshine Engineer boots that he
had seen on so many motorcycle cops.  He looked up again. Lars snapped his
fingers again and said: "Lick'em now!"

   Pete dropped to the sidewalk and began sliding his tongue over the warm
surface of the smooth leather. He loved the sensation that he got when his
tongue connected with real leather.  He licked the toe until he could see
his face in the shine and then began working his tongue around the strap
and buckle. As he was starting on the shaft, he looked up to see Lars
taking out a cigarette and lighting it.  As he licked the boots, Lars
smoked and observed the crowd.  Pete hadn't been licking very long when a
couple of people stopped to watch the guy with the bootslut T shirt licking
the boots of the really hot looking leather stud.


   A guy from the crowd who was wearing 30 hold black Ranger boots stepped
up to Lars and asked: "Is this your bootslave?"  Lars replied: "I haven't
collared him yet, but if he does a good job on my boots, he will be.  Hey,
the slut seems to be slowing down. Would you mind kicking his arse a few
times with those heavy duty Rangers?"  With that the man took two steps
back and kicked Pete's ass with his powerful right boot. The force of the
kick sent Pete's face flat against Lar's boot shaft. "Harder!" Lars
commanded the onlooker, who then let fly with a powerful kick that made
Pete grunt. A few guys in the crowd shouted encouragement as he kicked poor
Pete three more times.  Everyone had a good laugh as Pete intensified his
bootlicking.

   Pete switched to the left boot and licked as best he could.  The small
crowd of people kept changing as people moved on to other things.  When
Pete was at the top of the left boot, he saw Lar's cigarette land near
him. Lars moved his right boot over the smoke and crushed it.  Then he
said: "Take off your T shirt and then go back to licking." Pete removed his
shirt and stuffed it in his back pocket. He made quite a site in his black
leather shorts, harness and combat boots. Then Lars reached in his pocket
and took out a leather dog collar.  He bent down and put it around Pete's
neck. Pete felt his cock twitch at the feeling of the collar being
fitted. Lars reached into another pocked and took out a leather leash and
attached it. He then tugged the leash and said: "Get up, bootbitch."  Pete
quickly obeyed.

   They walked around looking at the different booths.  They stopped at one
vendor who was selling boots. Lars browsed the different boxes. He found a
nice looking Carolina logger boot which he pulled out of the box to
inspect. He then handed it to Pete and said: "Lick it! It's not shiny
enough." Pete began running his tongue over the smooth, waxy leather.  He
was in boot heaven.  They then moved on to other booths until they had
pretty well covered the territory. Pete wondered if they were going to
watch the stage show when Lars said: "Let's go to my hotel room. You said
you wanted some boot action and now you're going to get it."

   Fortunately the hotel was nearby and Pete did not have to walk past too
many straight people being pulled by a leash around his neck.  They went
right to Lar's room.  Once the door closed, Lars pulled Pete closer to him
and began to grope his package in a rough way. It felt so good, especially
when he squeezed his balls really hard. Lars went over to a chair and sat
down. He snapped his fingers again and Pete dropped to his knees and
started licking.  Then Lars said: "Lick my crotch. I want to feel your
tongue massaging my cock and balls through the leather." Pete buried his
face in Lar's crotch and began licking as hard as he could. He found the
cock and licked it hard and long.

   After 5 minutes of having his balls and cock licked through his leather
pants Lars said: "Good boi. Now just move back a little so I can reward you
with a little boot action on your crotch. He then positioned his right boot
at just the right angle to cover Pete's cock and balls and he began to rub
his powerful engineer boot back and forth on Pete's limp cock which was
beginning to firm up.  As Pete stared at the size 13 boot massaging his
cock he realized that his wildest fantasy was coming true. His cock got
harder. Lar's said: "Feel good? Let me know when you can't hold it any
longer and you have to cum."  As the pleasure grew and grew Pete tried to
contain himself. Finally he said: "Sir, I think I'm going to cum."  With
that Lars said: "OK.  Close your eyes and enjoy this." Pete thought Lars
boot was going to bring him to a climax, which it did, but not as he
expected.  As Pete closed his eyes, Lars stood silently to his feet, drew
back his right boot and kicked Pete's crotch as hard as he could.  In one
moment Pete was waiting for that intense rub which would bring him the
ultimate pleasure, and the next moment he felt a powerful blast on his
swollen balls which were confined by ball stretchers.  There was a flash of
light in his mind as the force of the heavy boot hit its target.  Then
there was a shot of pain as the boot connected with the most tender part of
his body. He was stunned and in that instant, Lars quickly drew back his
shiny engineer boot and delivered another kick as a sort of coup-d-grace
for Pete's poor cock and balls. With the second boot, Pete bent forward in
pain.  As he rocked back and forth, groaning he began to feel a new,
powerful sensation which he had never felt before.  He realized that his
cock was throbbing and pumping out cum.  He was having the most incredible
orgasm he had ever felt.  All over his body he felt warm and satisfied. It
was better than any fuck he had ever had.  He stopped rocking and remained
frozen as he absorbed the wild sensation.

   Lars settled into his chair again and watched the heaving body of the
bootslave in front of him.  He smiled as he saw the crumpled form on the
floor, but knew that he was enjoying a new sexual high. He slowly unzipped
his leather pants and pulled out his cock which was already hard from
having his boots serviced and kicking Pete's balls. He stroked his cock and
watched Pete.

   When the pleasure of the forced organism had finally faded, Pete wanted
to thank Lars.  He bent over his boot and began licking it again and
saying: "Thank you, sir!  Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"  He would lick
some more and then repeat his appreciation.  Seeing his gratitude made
Lar's cock even harder, or maybe it was just his stroking. Finally he said
to Pete: "Get your lips up here and suck my cock. I want to feed you some
real man seed."

   As Pete carefully moved his face to Lar's crotch he knew that he wanted
Lars to do it again.  He wanted to feel that boot ecstasy one more time.