Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 01:04:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: John Brant <bigengineers@yahoo.com>
Subject: Spit-shined Combat Boots      Authoritarian, military

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Spit-shined Combat Boots

Phil was a middle aged guy who had been working for the samemanufacturing
company for twenty years. He had worked his way up in theorganization until
he was a floor foreman. As such his job was to make sure thetwenty-two men
under him produced their quota, which meant that he was barkingorders and
chewing men out all the time. By the end of the week he was tired ofbossing
people around and felt the need to be on the receiving end of verbaland
physical abuse. Added to this felt need was the fact that Phil had a
bigboot fetish: he particularly loved spit-shined combat boots. About six
monthsago he found an internet site where male escorts advertised. In
checking outthese men he found an African-American in his city who
specialized in muscleworship, boot worship, sneaker worship or rough
sex. Jamal was about twenty-seven, six foot, two and 180 pounds ofmuscle
with a ten inch, thick cock. Phil contacted him and told him
hisfantasy. Jamal didn't have any combat boots, so suggested that Phil
order apair of size thirteen boots, spit-shine them and bring them to their
next"session".  Phil ordered a pair of thirtyhole, black Underground Ranger
boots. When they came, he spent hours spit shining them until they had a
firstclass army luster to them. He then called Jamal and arranged to
meet. That"session" was so exciting as Jamal "broke in" his new boots and
unleashed hisversion of verbal abuse that Phil wanted. Over the next few
months, Phil becamea regular weekly customer, so that Jamal gave him a
discount on his usualprice. Here is how a typical session would go: Phil
would arrive atJamal's door dressed casually and carrying a gym bag, so as
not to arouseattention from the neighbors. He would ring the doorbell and
Jamal would openthe door dressed in a grey T-shirt which said "ARMY" on it,
camo pants thatwere tucked into the 18" spit-shined Ranger boots. As Phil
waited in the livingroom, Jamal would close the door, swing around and give
Phil a powerful kickwith his lug soled Underground boots and shout: "What
are you waiting for youpiece of white shit. Get down to the back room and
change into your slaveshit."  Whereupon Phil would quickly moveto the back
bedroom which was Jamal's dungeon and take off his casual clothesand then
pull on a tight pair of leather shorts and his regulation black
combatboots.  Jamal would then come stompinginto the room and take a seat
on his big chair and shout like a drill sergeant"Get over here you fucking
piece of white trash and kiss my boots and then lickthem to a deep spit
shine."  With thatPhil would drop to all fours and crawl over to the
massive 18 inch sizethirteen Ranger boots.  He would kiss theshiny leather
toe cap several times, knowing that under that thick leather wasa steel
toe, which made even a mild kick from Jamal a painful experience. Aftera
few kisses, Phil would stretch out his tongue and run it over the
shiny,smooth black leather. The smell of leather and the taste of leather
and Kiwiboot polish caused his cock to stiffen. "Approach my boot from the
side,fuck-hole." Was the next command. Phil knew that this was because as
he lickedthe right boot, Jamal would either rest his left boot on Phil's
back or startpunching his ass cheeks with his left boot. However, Phil
really didn't carebecause he was getting so hot from just running his
tongue over the smoothleather of Jamal's thick leather boot. Soon he was
making long slow licks upthe 18 inch shafts of polished leather. His tongue
loved moving over thecreases and folds of the boot leather at Jamal's
ankles. He did not spend muchtime licking the heavy duty black boot laces,
but slid his tongue around backto lick the seam.  Then he moved aroundto
the other side of the boot to slobber all over that shaft and then lick
theboot clean and smooth. When he was just about done, Jamal would bend
over andspit a bit gob on the toe of the boot. Quickly Phil pushed that
warm spitaround the toe and licked it up making the toe just glisten. Then
he turned tothe other boot and repeated the process which took about ten
minutes. When the boots were completely licked to Jamal's satisfaction,
hestood up and moved behind Phil and gave his ass cheek a good kick. Jamal
thenbegan slowly circling Phil's body which was still on all fours, but he
haddropped to his elbows and put his head on the floor and was covering it
withhis hands and arms. Jamal would then use his boot to kick some part of
Phil'sbody as he abused him verbally: "That's right you piece of shit. Curl
yourselfinto a ball, because you are going to get some punishment from
these fuckingRanger boots. You're not worthy to lick my boots and the job
you just did lookslike shit." With that he kicked Phil in the ass with the
powerful toe of hisboot. He then moved around and lightly kicked Phil in
the kidneys followed by alight kick to the hands which were protecting his
head.

After a total of ten or twelve kicks he went back to his chair,sat down and
said: "Get over here white boy and present your cock and balls formy
inspection. I need you to service my boots completely.  Phil stood up and
pulled down his leathershorts, so his cock and balls were sticking out in
front of him, held up by atight rubber ball and cock ring. He then dropped
to his knees and crawled overto Jamal. When he was very close to his boots,
he spread his knees leaving hishard cock and engorged balls exposed and
totally at the mercy of Jamal'spowerful boots. He knew that one heavy kick
by Jamal and he would be castrated.He watched as the left boot moved over
and began rubbing his dick.  It felt so good to feel the sole of that
size13 boot on his sensitive cock. He let out a groan of excitement as the
bootmassaged his cock and balls. "Remember, fuck hole, you are not to cum
until Iwant you to. Just let me know when you can't hold it any longer."
Phil's cock was so hard and the pre-cum wasalready lubricating the sole of
that powerful Underground boot, so that he couldnot hold back much
longer. "Please sir, let me cum. I can't hold back muchlonger." Jamal
replied: "OK fucking bootlicker, close your eyes and keep yourhands behind
your back. Phil did as ordered, because he knew what was comingnext. Jamal
drew back his boot about twelve inches and gave the two bound ballsin front
of him a pretty heavy kick. The boot landed right on the trussed
upballs. For a second Phil saw a flash of light even with his eyes closed
andthen a terrible shot of pain went through his groin and over his whole
body. Hestarted to fall forward but Jamal shouted: "Watch out you piece of
shit, makesure that fuck hits the toe of my boot, then jack your cock so
the rest of yourcum hits the other boot."  In spite ofthe pain Phil began
jacking his dick so that the remaining cum landed right onthe toe of the
other boot.  When the lastspurt had found its mark, Jamal said: "Alright
cunt boy, get to work servicingmy boots. I want to see you push that cum
all over my boots with your tongueand then lick up every drop." Phil went
down on the right boot first. It wassuch an honor to be able to service
Jamal's shiny boots. This time the smell ofcum together with the taste of
leather began affecting his cock. Although hisballs ached from being kicked
so hard, they were still able to react to theexcitement of having sex with
those boots. When the last bit of cum was cleaned off both boots,
Jamalsaid: "Alright you piece of worthless shit, get up here and suck my
cock.  I want to feel your warm mouth providing aperfect place to park my
cock. Phil began sucking the huge cock as best hecould. Soon Jamal grabbed
his head and began guiding it back and forth againsthis dick. After a few
minutes he jerked Phil's head off and said: "Assumefucking position. I want
to use your other hole now."  With that Phil stood up, turned around
andbent over so that he was grabbing the tops of his combat boots with his
hands.Jamal grabbed his lube and a condom and started pressing his stiff
finger upPhil's tight hole. He added a second and then a third finger and
then tore openthe condom. He deftly slipped it on his engorged cock and
pressed the helmet upagainst Phil's hole. He slowly inserted his cock an
inch or so and when he wassure it was in, he gave a powerful thrust with
his hips, which caused Phil tocry out. He then fell into a fast fucking
rhythm. As his balls slapped against Phil'sass, his cock thrust deep inside
Phil. Finally he stiffened and let out a cryas he had a full orgasm. He
slowly withdrew his rod and carefully took off thecondom. He then put his
boot up on the seat of the chair and emptied about halfthe fuck in the
condom on the right boot, then changed boots and rubbed theremaining fuck
on the left boot.  He fellinto his chair, snapped his fingers and pointed
at his boots.  Once again, Phil applied his tongue to thosewonderful boots,
but this time he serviced them with Jamal's fuck. By the time he finished,
Jamal announced that his time was up, infact he had run ten minutes over,
but there was no charge for the overtime.Phil retreated to the other side
of the room, taking his leather shorts withhim.  He pulled on his street
clothes andthen went over and kissed Jamal's boots one more time before
saying: "Thank youBoot Master. I'll see you next week." Jamal grunted as
Phil hurried from theroom.