Author's note: This is a work of fiction; any similarity of names and places is purely coincidental.
Big Black Boots in New York
Sgt. Monty Cole hurried home from his office at Fort Dix, New Jersey. Like most soldiers who put in an eight hour day, he always looked forward to being able to relax at night and do what he wanted to do. He was also glad he lived off base, where he could have a little privacy. Once he got home he would unlace his combat boots and take off his BDU's, so he could slip into a comfortable pair of Levis and a T shirt after which he would put his feet into a favorite pair of twelve inch Carolina engineer boots. Whereas most men would sit and watch sports or screw their wife, Monty liked to turn to his hobby for relaxation. You see, Monty is a boot fetish. He has been focused on boots from before he started high school. Back then (as now) he had to keep his love of boots a secret from friends and co-workers. Although today with gay leather bars and what's available on the internet, he can easily meet up with other men who share his interest.
He grabbed a quick supper and then sat down at his computer and checked his alternative email account: "Bootslut4service". There were a couple of men with whom he kept in fairly close contact, so he always enjoyed reading their messages. Quite often they would tell about a new boot contact they had made or an experience they had in the backroom of a gay leather bar in their city. Sometimes Monty wondered if they reported on things as they happened or if they embellished the story just to make him jealous.
After checking his email he would then skip over to some internet web-pages. He was a member of several sites that related to leather or boots. One of his favorites was Xtube, a site with the largest number of amateur video clips on the web. He would select the gay part of the site and see what was new. If he wanted to take a short cut he would just type "boots" into the search box. There were more than 6,000 clips that featured boots. Some he found more appealing than others, but still he never tired of watching certain clips that featured what he liked to do in boots. One man who had contributed more than a dozen clips went by the screen name NYbootstud. He looked like a 30 year old guy who had well developed muscles that suited his six foot frame. He usually wore a black shirt, black leather pants with a two inch wide belt and 18" Wesco Boss double buckle engineer boots. The boots were well broken in but obviously well maintained. No doubt many a boot slut had licked them to their present shine. Monty couldn't really see his face, as he usually wore a black hood.
About a week before he had decided to contact him through the website. He had sent him his email address and asked about meeting up for a session. Tonight as he skimmed over the contents of his in-box he saw a message from the NYBootstud. The message read: "Glad you like my video clips. Yes, I'd be glad to meet you for an afternoon session some weekend." Since Monty lived in New Jersey, he hoped it would not be too difficult to link up. He hit the reply button on his email and suggested they meet two weeks from now.
The following night there was a reply agreeing to the date and then asking what Monty wanted to do. Since Monty's profile clearly stated that he was a sub and the Bootstud's profile said he was dominate, there was no confusion as to the roles. Monty responded by referring to several of the clips he had seen in which the Bootstud had kicked and whipped the boot slave and then allowed him to worship his boots by licking them to a smooth shine before giving him a hard fucking. An afternoon session like that would be perfect.
It was agreed that they would meet at a certain railroad station in Jamaica Queens. The stud gave specific instructions that Monty was to wear normal casual clothes and carry his harness, boots and leather shorts in a sports bag.
All too soon the appointed day came and Monty took the train into Manhattan and changed to the Long Island Railroad that was going to Jamaica. He got off the train and lingered on the platform until all the passengers had filed out. Then he noticed a man walking toward him. As he passed he said: "Follow me". They went outside the station and into a nearby car. Soon they were at Bootstud's two bedroom place. He led him to the second bedroom which was almost empty except for a chair and a leather covered gym bench at about the right height to fuck someone. "Change into your harness, leather shorts and combat boots while I go change," came the order. Monty quickly responded.
About five minutes later the door opened and there he stood like a Greek god. Monty's eyes dropped to the floor and there were his awesome big black Boss engineer boots. They had a nice shine to them, like someone had applied boot polish and then buffed them to a soft shine. The 18" shafts were topped out by two silver buckles. Tucked into the boots were leather pants which were held up by a two inch wide heavy black belt. He wore a leather shirt that had epaulets on the shoulder. He took a few steps into the room and then said: "On the floor bootfag, start worshipping and licking my boots."
Upon that command Monty dropped to his stomach and pushed himself across the floor until he reached the right boot. He slowly caressed the toe and then the shaft of the right boot and then the left, then brought his tongue into contact with the right boot. Monty's tongue slid across the smooth surface. He stuck his tongue out so that it could cover as much leather as possible in a single pass. The taste of boot leather and his prone position began to make his cock hard. Bootstud shifted his position and soon Monty felt his left boot on the back of his head pressing his face deeper on to his right boot. This made it very difficult to lick, but he tried his best until Bootstud released his boot. Then Monty ran his tongue up the long straight barrel shaft of that powerful boot. His cock was hard by the time he finished the right boot. As he worked on the left boot, he was careful not to rub his cock on the floor to much in fear that he might cum.
After about twenty minutes of boot licking, Bootstud said: "OK bootslut, it's time for a little workout. I want you to do 10 pushups. When you go down, my boot will be right in front of your face, so you can kiss my boot. To make it more interesting, I am going to whip your ass, so you can keep up the speed. Also I want you to count." Monty assumed a prone position for doing his first push up, while Bootstud pulled his two inch belt out of the loops on his pants. As Monty lifted himself Bootstud stuck his boot where Monty's head had been. Monty lowered himself, kissed his boot and said: "One, sir!" For that he was rewarded with a good whack on the ass by the two inch belt. As he went down for the second, Bootstud belted him again. "Two, sir!" Monty pumped his arms up and down as quickly as he could, but Bootstud managed to get two strokes of the belt on to his ass for every kiss to his boot. Finally Monty reached ten.
Bootstud moved over and sat down in the straight back chair. "Come over here and lick my boots while on all fours," he commanded. Monty crawled over and began licking his boots. As his tongue went over the smooth leather he could feel the power of this bootmaster. It was then that Bootstud began some verbal abuse: "Lick the instep of my boot harder, faggot. I can't feel your tongue on my foot." With that Bootstud landed a blow of the belt on his back. "Pick up the pace, asshole, or I'll whip the shit out of you. Move your tongue in long steady strokes, asshole," etc.
When Monty had coated both boots with an ample amount of saliva Bootstud got up and walked over to the wall and came back with a cock ring and rubber ball stretcher. He commanded Monty to get up and to put on the cock ring and then the rubber ball stretcher. Monty pulled his leather shorts down, revealing his semi hard cock. It took a bit of work, but he managed to get the cock ring into place. Next he pulled his ball sack until he could manipulate the rubber ball stretcher until it was holding his balls out from his body by about an inch or inch and a half. While he was doing that Bootstud threaded his two inch belt through the belt loops on his leather pants. "Pull up your shorts!" was the next order. Bootstud then loosened his two inch belt and unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his eight inch cut cock. He sat in his chair and said: "On your knees, bootslut and get over here and suck my cock." Monty sucked until he was hard and he could taste a little pre-cum.
He pulled his engorged member out of Monty's mouth and said: "I'm not ready to cum yet. I want to see if I can make you cum. Did you watch my clip on XTube called: `Kicking Muscle Slave's Nuts'?"
"Sir, yes Sir! I really liked that," was Monty's reply.
"You know from my profile that I like to kick men in the balls. Do you want to feel the power of my boot on your balls?
"Sir, yes Sir! I hope I am worthy of your boots, sir, and will not collapse too soon."
"Good boy! That's what I like to hear," came Bootstud's reply. He then sat down in his chair and said: "Come over here and kneel in front of me." When Monty complied Bootstud then began rubbing his cock and balls with his shiny right boot. Monty looked down and saw his massive boot making slow circular motions on his crotch. As he massaged, Monty felt his cock begin to get hard. "Do you like that, boy?"
Monty quickly replied: "Sir, yes sir! It feels so good, sir."
"OK boy. But you mustn't cum. When you feel you are getting close, tell me." With that he continued to rub his cock.
After about five minutes of watching his strong engineer boot gently caressing his cock, Monty said: "Sir, please stop, as I think I'm about to cum."
With that Bootstud got up and said: "In order for you to get the greatest sexual high, you've got to let me kick your balls three times or at least two. Now close your eyes and get ready for the most rewarding fuck you've ever had." Monty did as instructed and once again he felt the boot rubbing his cock. "Hold back as long as you can. When you are sure you can't hold back any longer just say: `Give it to me sir!' Remember to keep your eyes tightly closed."
For another two minutes Bootstud rubbed his boy's cock. The pleasure was intense and Monty used all his power not to cum. Finally he said: "Give it to me sir!" The massaging stopped and Bootstud drew back his right boot and kicked Monty's nuts with a fairly heavy kick. The pain was terrible...just like when you see an athlete get hit in the balls during a game. Monty felt the pain shoot through his crotch and into his stomach. Then he instinctively fell forward into a fetal position to protect his manhood as a loud scream came out of his mouth. Bootstud quickly got behind him and roughly pulled him back into a kneeling position. "On your knees, bootfag. You won't get the real high unless I have another shot. Keep your eyes closed." Monty wanted to bend over again, but decided that he wanted to get the experience that Bootstud promised would be so great. He hardly had time to run these thoughts through his mind when Bootstud landed a second boot squarely on his balls. Once again pain shot through his body and he let out a loud cry. As he doubled over into a ball, Monty began to feel it! There was some sort of a warm glow in his gut. The pleasure increased and as it was mixed with the pain he was feeling in his whole body he was overtaken by an ecstasy he had never felt before. As he lay there on the floor moaning, he thought: "Truly this has been the ultimate fuck!"
Bootstud sat in his chair watching Monty enjoy the moment. Finally he said: "Stand up and come over here." Monty stood and came to where he was sitting. Bootstud unbuttoned Monty's leather shorts and unzipped them. "Perfect," he said as he peeled the leather away from Monty's crotch. When he had kicked Monty's balls, his cock had exploded and shot cum all over the inside of his shorts. So the high Monty felt was his fuck being forced out of his balls by Bootstud's engineer boot. "Pull your shorts off and then get on your knees." Monty complied. Then with his right boot Bootstud began to rub his wet crotch. When his boot came into contact with Monty's balls he jerked back. However, when he could see Bootstud was gently rubbing them, he relaxed a bit. Soon Monty could see that he was coating the toe of his boot with his fuck that was on his cock, balls and in his crotch. Then Bootstud said: "Take those shorts and rub the wet inside part on my left boot. Get as much of your fuck on my boot as possible. I want you to give my boots a full service using your own fuck."
After rubbing his leather shorts on the left boot, Monty lowered his head and began carefully licking the right boot. The taste of warm cum and boot polish and the smell of thick boot leather gave him another rush, although his cock and balls were too sore to get hard again. Kneeling there before this powerful bootmaster and being able to service his boots was like a dream come true for Monty. Finally Bootstud spoke again and said: "Alright, I want you to bring your tongue up to my crotch and start licking my cock. It didn't take long for Monty to find the bulge in his pants and begin licking it. Then Bootstud undid his belt and unzipped so that his cock popped out. Monty quickly began licking it like a lollipop until Bootstud forced his mouth over his cock head and down on his shaft. Monty began giving him the best blowjob he could. Then he roughly pulled his head off and stood up. He grabbed a condom off the gym bench and rolled it on. At the same time he commanded: "Bend over and grab your ankles." As Monty did this he felt some lube being rubbed in his hole and then the feeling of something big trying to force its way into his body. Monty let out a gasp and then a heavy moan. But before he could process what was happening, Bootstud thrust his cock up his ass hole with one mighty push. Monty let out a loud cry as his body was violated. "Shut up, bootslut. You're getting what you deserve: a good fuck. Now be quiet so I can enjoy myself." With that he fell into a rapid rhythm as he slapped his hips against Monty's buttocks. As he plunged in and out, Monty moaned in cadence with his movements. Finally Monty felt Bootstud's body stiffen and then he let out a shout as he came. He collapsed into his chair and just sat there savoring the moment. Finally he began pulling off the condom. "Bootboy! Come here and clean up my cock and balls. Lick all that fuck off of them." Monty quickly complied with his order.
After he had licked for about five minutes Bootstud said: "Enough. Now move back so I can empty this condom on my boots. I want you to service my boots again, but this time using fuck from a real man. I know you will be able to taste the difference. Now get over here and start licking the fuck off my boots." Quickly Monty assumed the right position and began licking his boots again. Soon they began to shine with a warm sheen.
Finally Bootstud spoke: "Shit! We've been at this for three hours! I feel pretty good, so I guess we're finished. You know, Bootboy, you did a pretty good job. I wish you could have seen the look on your face when my first kick connected with your balls! Then the fact that you let me kick you again was great. A lot of guys just can't open their legs. But you followed orders. Now, get dressed and I'll take you back to the train."
Bootstud jumped up and left the room to get dressed while Monty slowly got to His feet. His body ached all over, but he had such a warm feeling of fulfillment that he did not take that much notice. He put his boots, shorts and harness into his sports bag, put on his street clothes and headed for the door. This is one afternoon Monty would not soon forget.