Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:40:24 -0700 (PDT) From: John Brant 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 offend you. If accessing this story causes you to break local laws (village, town, city, county, province, state, or country, etc.), please leave now. Any characters portrayed in this story are fictional and not representative of anyone living or dead. 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.