Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 01:04:53 +0000 (UTC) From: John Brant Subject: Spit-shined Combat Boots Authoritarian, military This is a work of fiction. All the usual disclaimers apply. If you enjoy the story, please send a contribution to Nifty.org. 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.