Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2014 23:23:33 -0800 (PST) From: John Brant Subject: Boot Bitch in Training (Gay authoritarian, adult-youth) The usual warnings apply to this fiction. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ian is a 35 year old boot master living in London. He has a modest collection of 25 pairs of size 12 (US 13) boots which he has assembled over the years. Most of his boots tend to be favourites among the skinhead crowd, which figures because Ian keeps his hair at a zero crop. He has a beautiful collection of Grinders, Undergrounds, Rangers and DM's, all of which are perfectly polished and maintained by a regular crew of boot licking slaves that come whenever they get an email from Ian ordering them to come and service his boots. Over the past three years Ian has posted twenty video clips on XTube. One of his boot worshippers is pretty handy with a camera and loves to film the action of Ian getting his boots serviced. So when Ian is in the mood to make a clip, he calls up this bloke to join the party. For Ian there is no greater turn-on than seeing a grown man groveling at this boots and licking the thick black leather like his life depended on it. After a good fifteen minute boot licking session Ian orders the slave to take a dog position on all fours. He then circles behind the hapless cunt and begins kicking his arse with his powerful boots. After a few of these he forces his boot between the slave's legs and gets him to spread them. Usually the slave is wearing leather shorts, but sometimes he is naked with just a cock and ball stretcher. Ian then likes to give a few mild kicks to the slave's balls, until he lands a hard one that makes the boot bitch roll up into a ball. Every few days he checks his mail on XTube's message file. Quite often there is a plea from a boot slut to come and service his boots. He then check's the slave's profile and if he looks like he would do a good job, Ian invites him to come to his flat. Recently he got a surprise when there was a message from a 19 year old kid begging him for a boot worship and licking session. The boy looked pretty innocent on his profile page, but his pictures of him wearing three different pairs of boots showed that he was already a dedicated boot slut in spite of his young age. Obviously he would need some training, which could make for a fun afternoon, so Ian invited him to come on a specified date. On the appointed day the boy arrived right on time. When the bell rang, Ian opened the door to find the would be slave standing before him wearing a bomber jacket, faded jeans and a pair of twenty hole black DM's that had been spit polished to a high gloss shine. The lad had his eyes fixed on the floor, well actually the shiny toe cap on Ian's 30 hole black Ranger boots. Ian smiled at the submissive stance of the boy. Yes! This was going to be a fun afternoon. "Get in," Ian muttered in a low tone and the boy quickly entered. "Follow me," was the next command which the boy immediately obeyed. He was in a two bedroom flat of which the second bedroom was devoted to leather sex and boot worship. He followed Ian into the room and the door closed behind them. "Now, strip and put on these leather shorts and then lace up your boots again," were the next words spoken. The kid quickly took off his jacket, shirt, jeans, and boxers. He picked up the black leather gym shorts and stepped into them. They were almost too small, but he was able to get them buttoned and zipped. He quickly put on his shiny Doc Martins and then stood before Ian with his hands behind his back and his head bowed. "Alright you little pig, I want to see total obedience to my every command. If you mess up, I'll kick the shit out of you with my 30 hole Rangers. Do you understand?" The boot slut shouted back: "Sir, yes sir!" "Then get down on the floor and approach my boots on your stomach." As he said this, Ian walked to the side of the room where there was a chair and took a seat. The slave pushed himself across the floor until he was at Ian's feet. "Alright you little boot bitch, start licking my boots and make them shine." Immediately the boy extended his tongue and began to lick the shiny black toe cap. His tongue glided across the smooth, well polished leather. Ian decided to let him know who was boss from the beginning by giving him some verbal abuse. "Lick my fuckin boots with longer strokes of your tongue, you little bitch. Extend your tongue more. Lick harder. I want to see some shine on those boots from your licking. That's enough time on that toe, start licking the boot shafts. I don't want any dry licks, I want full slobbering licks with lots of spit so the leather really shines." As the slave licked, Ian brought his other boot down on his shoulders, forcing his head closer to the boot. For the slave, being able to service the boots of this powerful man was a dream come true. As he licked, he felt his cock, which was rock hard. He wanted so much to rub the tight leather shorts that were confining his cock in such a small place, but he did not dare do that. After about ten minutes of work on the right boot, in which he had licked every inch of the boot leather at least twice, Ian told him to switch to the left boot. Once again there was a string of verbal abuse directed at improving his boot licking performance. When he had completed about ten minutes on the left boot, Ian said: "Alright boot slut, assume a doggie position on all fours." The boy did as he was told. Ian got up from his chair and began to walk around the kneeling form. His boots made heavy thuds as he strode around. On the second pass he stopped behind the slave, pulled back his right boot and landed a heavy kick right on the lad's right arse cheek. The heavy boot was quite unexpected, so it sent the hapless boy sprawling on the floor. "Get up you piece of shit. Get back on all fours." Ian then used his left boot to kick the boy's arse again. This time he was ready and did not collapse, but the powerful kick was painful. Ian laughed as he gave his slave a taste of his boot power. He then commanded: "Spread your legs." He then pushed his boot between the two legs as the boy tried to put more space between his knees. Once he was as wide as he could managed, Ian began tapping his balls with the toe of his boot. He was actually trying to find out just where those two little teen-age balls were hiding in those leather shorts. When he thought he had located them, he gave that area a much harder kick, not as hard as he was kicking the boy's arse, but hard enough to make the boy cry out. Ian walked back to his chair and sat down. He told his boot slave to come to him. He then instructed him to sit down on the floor in front of him. He could see the boy's cock pressing on the leather shorts. He then moved his right boot into the slave's crotch and began rubbing the engorged cock with his shiny black boot. As the slave looked down he was rewarded with the most exciting sight of a huge size 12 Ranger boot massaging his cock and balls. But the feeling he was experiencing was even more intense. Ian then spoke: "Does that feel good boy? You like the feel of my powerful boots on your pathetic cock, don't you? But be careful, you must not cum. When you feel you can't hold it any longer tell me." The boot rubbing continued for another two minutes and finally the boy said: "Please sir, I can't hold it much longer. I'm going to cum." Ian pulled his boot off the boy's cock and commanded the boy to stand up. He then unbuttoned the tight leather shorts, allowing the teenager's cock to jump out. He then turned to the table next to the chair and picked up a pair of black leather gloves and a bottle of lube. He pulled on the gloves and then squeezed a little lube on his right hand. He then grabbed the boy's cock and began to stroke it. Suddenly the boys blurted out: "Sir, I'm going to cum." With that, Ian put his boot up on the chair and pulled the boy closer to the boot. He had hardly finished this when the boy shot out a huge gob of cum. Ian had pointed the boy's cock right at his boot and the gob landed right on the toe. The next ropy shot was directed to the boot shaft. Ian swiftly switched boots on the chair, so that as the boy continued to shoot, his gizz hit the other boot. Finally the orgasm was finished. The boot slut had never experienced such a satisfying fuck in his life. As he looked down at his master's powerful boots with his white fuck on them, he felt a sense of fulfilment. Ian lowered his boot to the floor carefully so that none of the cum would fall off. He then sat down and said: "OK, boy. I want to see you totally service my boots. I want to see your tongue working that fuck into the boot leather so that my boots really shine. And what you can't work into the leather, you are to lick up and swallow." The boot slut didn't need any urging to start cleaning those boots. His tongue pushed the white fuck around on the black leather. Obviously the fuck was not going to penetrate the black wax boot polish, so it was just a matter of licking up all the fuck and swallowing it. When he finished the boots did not look as shiny as they had been before. Ian didn't seem to mind. He told the boy to go get his boot shine equipment from the box in the corner. He then ordered the boot slut to polish his boots using the Kiwi boot polish. While the slave polished his boots, Ian rubbed the crotch of his leather pants he was wearing. When the slave had managed to put a high shine on both boots, Ian told him to start licking his crotch. Eagerly the lad began licking until he located the huge cock. Ian then unbuckled his belt and pulled down his fly, allowing his cock to pop out. The boy put the cock in his mouth and began sucking. Ian looked down at the young lad doing his best to give him a satisfying suck. He looked past his head and saw the toes of his boots which made his cock twitch in the boy's mouth. When he felt his cock was rock hard he said: "OK, boot bitch, I want you to stand up, pull down your shorts and then bend over and spread your cheeks." The boy was on his feet in a shot, pulled the leather shorts down past his boots, then turned around and bent over. While he was doing that, Ian was slipping on a condom. He grabbed the lube and pressed some into the boys hole with his leather gloved hand. Then without further ado, he pressed the huge head of his cock into the kid's tight hole. The boy let out a gasp. As Ian continued to push the slave cried out in pain. Ian knew he was in command and it was his right to force his cock all the way into his boy. Once he was in, he began fucking the boy. As the kid felt the pain of having his tight hole violated he looked down at the floor where he saw the most arousing sight: between his DM's there were two huge, shiny 30 hole black Ranger boots. He watched as the boots shifted slightly forward as Ian thrust his cock further in the hole. Suddenly the boot slut realized that what he was feeling was the real manhood behind those powerful boots. But more than that, he knew the pain he felt in his little hole was giving the boot master real pleasure. A feeling of warmth swept over the boy as he realized that his pain was a reward to the boot master and his boots. He focused his eyes on the powerful boots and soon his pain was changed to ecstasy as he felt Ian's powerful piston thrusting in and out of his violated hole. Before long the boy was moaning with pleasure as he stared at the huge boots on the floor between his legs. Ian began to pick up the pace as he approached organism. The boot bitch could not resist grabbing his own cock and began to stroke it. The cock up his arse and the image of the boots before his eyes were too much to resist. His cock had been hard, but as he stroked it, it began to throb, then it came with a huge gob. As he shot his wad, his hole contracted, squeezing Ian's cock at the most sensitive moment giving him an organism like no other he had felt in years. He hugged the boy tight as his cock continued to throb on its own for a few more seconds. After a minute the warm glow had passed, so Ian pulled his cock out and took two or three steps backward before falling into his chair. The boot bitch straightened himself up and then got down on his knees and crawled over to the powerful black leather boots which had just made love to him. He lowered his head to the floor and began licking the smooth leather surface. Ian smiled as he saw the boy groveling at his boots as he began to worship them again. As he watched his cock continued to contract and the rubber was in danger of falling off, so Ian peeled it off, being careful not to spill any of the cum. Then he said: "You, cunt, take your boots off." Without hesitation the boy quickly unlaced his boots. "Hold the right boot here between my legs." Ian then took the condom and squeezed some warm, white cum on the toe of his slave's boot. He spread the gizz around the toe and up the sides using his leather gloved hand. He pointed at the other boot and emptied the rubber on to that boot. Next he commanded: "Put the boot down carefully and then lick all the cum off my gloves. When you have finished that, then I want you to lick my fuck off your boots and make them shine." After licking the tight leather gloves clean, the boot whore began licking the thick cream off his own boots. Pushing the warm fuck across the shiny leather of his DM's was a real turn-on for him. His revelry was interrupted by Ian's booming voice: "OK bitch. I'm finished with you, so go get your clothes on and get the fuck out of here. If I decide you did a good enough job, I'll email you with another invitation to come and service my boots."