Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2013 02:22:06 -0800 (PST)
From: John Brant <bigengineers@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boots on the Ground in Africa - 3 -Authoritarian/Interracial

The story so far: in search of the ultimate boot experience, I have bought
a two day "treatment" with a highly recommended boot master in Kenya. The
Captain's assistant, a six foot two, former Kenyan soldier named Bob
collected me from the airport and took me to the boot "spa".  At
mid-morning I began my first session and became acquainted with the
Captain's Wesco engineer boots. After licking those boots to a nice shine,
the Captain milked me by rubbing my crotch with the toe of his boot. When I
was about to cum, Bob gave me a hand job until my fuck began to cum. The
jizz landed on the Captain's boot and I had to lick it off.  The morning
session ended when I took off the Captain's engineer boots and laced up a
pair of 30 hole black Ranger boots. Bob took me back to my room, where my
assignment was to spit shine the Wesco engineer boots.


Boots on the
Ground in Africa
Chapter 3

I had been working on spit shining the Captain's right engineer boot for an
hour.  The toe had a nice sheen to it, while the tall shafts still needed
some more work.  By then it must have been one o'clock in the afternoon. I
heard the key turn and saw the door opening. I decided it was not wise to
continue in a standing position, so hit the deck.  The door closed and I
heard the heavy thud as Bob's engineer boots crossed the floor. Then the
huge boots were right before my face.  Bob said: "Good boy! Now you're
showing some respect.  Looks like you've done a good job on polishing one
boot, now it's time to start on the other. However, first the Captain wants
you to have lunch."  With that he set a dog dish on the floor that had some
rice and a meat stew of some sort. "You've got five minutes to clean up
that dish without using your hands. I'm going to stand right here to be
sure you obey. Now get up on your hands and knees and start eating like a
dog."

Upon receiving the order I got into a doggie position and lowered my lips
to taste the food. As I took a little taste, Bob raised his boot and pushed
my face right into the stew.  "You're not going to finish in five minutes
if you approach your food that slowly.  Now chow down before I get the
whip."  He then walked behind me and kicked my right ass cheek.  Then I
felt his boot push up against my butt plug. I hoped he was not going to
kick that plug and fortunately he didn't.  Within five minutes I had
cleaned the bowl. Bob picked it up and then walked behind me, kicked my ass
again and said: "Get back to work on that other boot, boy. I'll be back for
you at 2:00 p.m. for your afternoon session."  With that he left the room.

As soon as he was gone I got up and began spit shining the left Wesco
engineer boot. I always get excited when I put my hand down inside a Wesco
boot because it is so heavy and the leather shafts are so thick.  I quickly
began rubbing the Kiwi boot polish into the leather and then licking the
surface so that just the right amount of moisture would land on the boot.
Working non stop, I managed to get a descent shine on that boot, before I
heard the key turn in the lock.

Once again I got down on the floor, but Bob just stood in the doorway and
said: "Bring the Captain's boots and follow me."  This time he did not grab
my arm, so I meekly followed behind him keeping a steady eye on his size 13
glossy engineer boots as he walked.  When we got to the big room, Bob
turned and forced me down on my knees, so I quickly assumed a position on
all fours. "Bring him over here," the Captain said. With that Bob got
behind me and began kicking my ass cheeks as I crawled as fast as I could
to the two beautiful, shiny black Ranger boots. "We've got something for
you," the Captain continued.  With that he reached to the table beside him
and picked up a heavy black leather dog collar.  "Now that you eat like a
dog, we need to collar you like a good boot dog." Bob jerked my head so
that I was now in a kneeling position before the Captain, staring right at
his crotch where I could see the outline of his huge cock.  He placed the
collar around my neck, fastened it and pushed my head back down toward the
floor.

"Bob and I have had a good steak dinner and our balls are ready for action.
This afternoon we're going to fuck you hard, so you'll show us more
respect. Lick my boots and then keep licking right up to my crotch. When
I'm ready, I'll unzip and you can start sucking me."  Having received the
orders, I began to obey immediately by licking the shiny Ranger boots. My
tongue glided over the thick toe cap. I thought I could taste fuck from a
previous client, but tried to concentrate on doing a good job. Running my
tongue up the long shaft and back down gave me a warm feeling in my crotch.
After about ten minutes I decided to work my way up his right leather
covered leg. This must have been the right move, because I heard the belt
buckle ring and a zipper move. When I got to the crotch, the Captain's
semi-hard dick was waiting for me.  I swallowed it and began sucking.
Because it was hanging down a bit, as I sucked I naturally was looking up a
bit, so I raised my eyes to see the Captain looking down at me. He had
assumed a commanding position by placing his hands on his hips. I also
noticed that he was wearing a leather cap. It looked like an officer hat or
muir cap. The buffed leather muir cap made the Captain look even more
intimidating than before.

After five minutes of sucking, the Captain said: "Get the lube and a
rubber, Bob, and then bring the small table over here."  Bob went to the
back and got the required items and then brought a small table with a
leather covering over the top. As the cock got stiffer, he suddenly pulled
my head off and Bob handed him a condom which he expertly rolled over his
engorged eight inch cock. He then ordered Bob to put me into the right
position. Quickly Bob grabbed my arm and told me to bend over and grab my
ankles. Then I felt Bob's fingers prying under the butt plug. He got a grip
and began twisting and pulling. Once the thick part of the plug was in
position to come out, I felt a jolt of pain. But Bob pulled it out so
quickly that the pain stopped as quickly as it started.  Once I was in that
position he ordered: "Spread your legs and then put your hands behind you
and spread your cheeks."  As I complied I saw two shiny black Ranger boots
shuffling in behind me. As I admired those boots which are favored by
skinheads, I felt a stiff finger plunge into my hole.  The Captain was
lubricating my shoot. Then I felt his cock at the entrance of my hole. He
pushed gently until his cock was lined up and then gave a big push which
made me gasp.  As I stared at the floor and looked at his powerful Ranger
boots that were rocking back and forth as he established a rhythm. He then
pulled me up and pushed me over to the table, where he made me bend over
and rest on the table. Once I was spread on top of the table and could not
move, he began to pound my ass with his cock. For ten minutes he fucked me
as hard as he could until finally he came.

As his cock began to shrink, he pulled out and carefully removed the
rubber. "Put your boot on the chair, Bob. They need to be serviced again."
Bob placed his massive right boot on the chair and the Captain began
squeezing his white manhood on to the boot. When Bob could see that half
the fuck had been applied to his right boot, he switched boots, so that the
Captain could empty the condom.  He then sat down in the chair and snapped
his fingers and pointed at his boots. I dove to the floor in front of his
boots and began licking up the warm fuck The Captain wiped his crotch and
pulled up his leather pants and then fell into his chair so he could watch
me servicing Bob's boots.

By now my tongue was getting a little raw from all the boot
licking. Fortunately the high shine engineer boots were smooth or spit
shined, allowing my tongue to glide along without much friction.  However,
I was beginning to wonder if I could make it through another day of
this. The Captain spoke again: "Enough with the boots. I want you to lick
Bob's cod piece and then suck him until he is ready to fuck you."  I began
running my tongue up Bob's black leather chaps until I found the soft warm
leather of his cod piece. It was huge, leading me to wonder how big Bob's
cock was. After a few minutes Bob reached down and unsnapped the cover. Bob
was a member of a tribe which practices circumcision at age 13, so he had a
beautifully cut cock. I began sucking it and felt it begin to grow in my
mouth.  Bob took my head in his hands and began to move my head at the
speed he thought best.  It took about ten minutes to get Bob fully aroused
but finally he said: "I'm ready sir." The Captain handed him a condom which
he quickly unrolled as he stood up.

Bob spun me around and bent me forward. His stiff finger began to probe my
hole.  I guess he found my hole well lubricated from the Captain's attack
on it, because he didn't put any more lube on his cock. Next I felt
something big against my hole and then Bob pushed steadily until his 8 inch
member was fully inside. The pain was intense because his cock was so much
thicker than the Captains. I managed to stifle my cries as Bob began to
pound my ass.  Once again I looked down at the floor and this time saw two
massive size 13 Chippewa high shine engineer boots.  Just seeing those
beautiful boots made me forget the pain in my ass.  Bob pounded me for
about ten minutes and then I felt him go rigid as he pumped huge quantities
of fuck into my ass.  When he had finished he pulled out. The captain said:
"Tie that rubber in a knot. We'll use your fuck tonight when our boots need
servicing again. Bring our little boot slut over here. Have him stand up so
I can make an inspection."

Since I had been standing in a bent over position while Bob fucked me, I
just had to straighten up as Bob grabbed my arm and guided me over to the
Captain. He grabbed a pair of leather gloves off the table beside him and
began feeling my balls which were still being held in place by the ball
ring.  He squeezed my balls a bit and then touched my cock which was fully
erect.  "Look at that, Bob, his cock is hard. I think he enjoyed being
fucked and licking my fuck off your boots. I bet his balls are bursting
with fuck and he would probably like one of us to jerk him off. Why don't
you get the leather eye mask." At that both men began to laugh.

Bob returned with the eye covering and a leather strap.  He fitted the eye
shades over my eyes so I could see nothing. He then pulled my hands behind
my back and tied them firmly with the leather strap. "OK boy, knell down
before your master. Bob's going to stroke your cock slowly, so you can
enjoy every moment of his jacking."  I heard Bob's leather boots and chaps
creak as he got down on his haunches. Then he rolled a condom over my cock
and began to stroke it slowly with his leather glove. The smell of leather
and the firm grip on my cock made me feel the rush of preparing to cum.  My
cock began to throb a bit in Bob's hand.  As his hand went up and down like
a piston, I heard the muffled sound of the Captain standing up. He must
have taken a couple of steps closer to me, because when he spoke he was
very close: "Good boy. You've got a nice size cock there.  I bet you've got
a lot of fuck in that sack of yours that is ready to come out."  What I
could not see was the Captain shifting his weight to his left leg as he
began to draw back his right big black Ranger boot with the extra heavy
sole.  Then without warning, the Captain kicked my balls. It was a
calculated kick, so that he did not castrate me nor incapacitate me for a
week, but one that was hard enough to cause maximum pain without making me
pass out.  When that huge steel toed boot hit my balls, I was taken by
complete surprise. At first I felt the boot leather connect with my balls
held captive by the ball ring. Then a sharp searing pain coursed through my
crotch and into my stomach. I let out a shriek as the magnitude of the blow
reached my brain. Then I doubled up and fell forward. Bob let go of my cock
as I rolled into a fetal position.  As I rolled on the floor moaning, I
became aware of a warm glow in my groin. Yes, there was pain, but there was
also a feeling of having shot my wad...like I had just experienced the best
fuck I'd ever had.

After a couple minutes of lying on the floor, the Captain spoke: "OK
boy. Get up on your knees.  I didn't kick you that hard, just hard enough
to give you the ultimate kind of boot sex pleasure.  Did you feel the
exhilaration after the pain?"  I nodded my head slowly.  He added: "You
only get that kind of extreme pleasure if you first experience some
pain. You've come a long way and paid a lot of money. It would be a shame
if you only had that one shot at such ecstasy.  Bob's going to help you
back into a kneeling position and continue stroking you, until he get's
your cock hard again.  Then I'm going to kick your balls again.  Maybe not
as hard, but hard enough so you can experience the pleasure."

With that Bob raised me up.  My cock was semi-hard. The rubber had a good
amount of fuck in it from when I had cum in the moments after the kick had
landed on my balls.  Bob began stroking my cock and the pain began to
subside.  After five minutes of masturbating my cock, he gave a nod to the
Captain. Since my eyes were still covered, I had no way of knowing when the
next kick would be delivered. Suddenly the Captain's Ranger boot swung up
under my ball sack as his boot connected. My balls were squeezed between
the powerful boot and my crotch, as the full force of the kick landed in a
perfect score.  Once again I felt the pain as the boot connected with my
balls. Once again I screamed and fell over...and then the wonderful warm
glow hit me again. The pleasure was so great that I realized it was worth
the pain. What a high!

After a couple of minutes to enjoy the bliss, Bob pulled me upright again
and I felt him remove the rubber and then take off my eye shades. He handed
the condom to the Captain who carefully inspected it. "Shit!  You have
filled this condom well. You certainly did have a lot of fuck in your
balls.  Here, you need to take your mind off your aching balls. I'm going
to let you do the honors of squeezing your fuck out over my boots and then
licking up the cum." With that he handed me the condom which really was not
that full. He sat down and I began spreading the cum over his boots. Bob
pulled up his chair to watch as the Captain took out a cigarette to enjoy
as he watched his boot slave service his boots.

As I licked his boots, I experienced the pleasure in my mouth of warm fuck
which I was licking off highly polished leather.  As I made long strokes of
my tongue over the toe of each boot, I felt a new level of sexual
fulfillment. Obviously the Captain and Bob knew their business and how to
give a boot fetish the kind of experience he'll never forget.  When I had
cleaned the last smear of fuck off his boots the Captain said: "You need
some rest. We have a night session coming up after supper.  I know you are
going to enjoy it, but you need to give your cock and balls a rest."  With
that Bob jumped up and grabbed my arm and escorted me back to my room.
When we got there he ordered me to take a long hot shower and to be sure
the water massaged my ass where I had been kicked throughout the day and
also my crotch which still was experiencing pain.  As soon as he was out of
the room, I was in the shower.  As the water ran in a soothing way over my
body I began to replay in my mind the boot pleasures I had just
experienced.

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Do you like to replay boot pleasures in your mind?  Do you have a special
interest in boots? How do you like the story so far?  I'd like to hear from
you. My email address is: BigEngineers@yahoo.com John Brant