Boot Service and More – Chapter 16
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After we all had come back to our sense, we moved back into the sitting area of my deck. When Boot Boy (BB) sat down on the floor with his legs crossed, I noticed that he had a big wet spot in his jeans crotch. It was at least sweat but probably cum too. I looked over at Jimmy when he plopped down in his chair and saw that he had the same issue – a wet jock soaked with sweat and some cum seeping through the ribbed fabric. Bubba, Danny, and I just stayed naked from head to toe.
Just like the first time with Jimmy, nothing was said about what had happened. We watched the big screen TV, drank beer, and smoked cigars. At some point, BB was commanded to lick feet, pits, balls, and cocks. We even got out the rim chair so that Danny could feel a tongue in his ass for the first time – I think he liked it a lot because he rained cum all over BB shirt and my deck. Finally, it was getting late so we all called it a night.
For the rest of July, I had BB come over every Tuesday and Thursday. Sometimes he would service me by myself; sometimes I would invite one of the guys to join us. The guys figured out the schedule and sometime they would show up uninvited which usually wasn't an issue – more the merry or more likely more dick for holes.
Jimmy knew that BB was there two days a week and I invited him a few times to join us, but Jimmy also started to appear on the weekends. A couple of times I woke up in the middle of the night with a drunk state trooper sucking my dick or riding my cock. Other times, he would invite himself over for a "beer" which usually meant my cum would be inside one hole or the other before we fell asleep in my big bed.
It was really a good summer – never would have guess that this would be how I would be spending it. Work on the other hand was getting hectic. We had started a new custom house and there was lots of pressure to get it done before the end of the year which is nearly impossible to do – 5 months just isn't long enough. The buyer was really pushing for the house to be done and luckily was willing to pay a premium, but also wasn't going to get ripped off either. Our crew chief had us fill out lots of extra documents regarding overtime and last-minute materials and such. This home buyer was some type of finance guy – broker or hedge fund manager – some such shit. The money was good but it all was getting to be a pain in the ass. Sometime extra money only goes so far when your life gets messed up in the process. No one likes to get pushed around at work.
We had never saw this mystery house buyer while we were on-site, but I guess he came after work to check things out because we would find a list of change orders lots of mornings.
One Friday we were all getting ready to leave after working two hours of overtime on insulating the attic. I hate insulation; it itches no matter how well you cover up; and it finds its way into your truck on the way home. I was standing by my truck talking to Bubba and some of the other guys. I was complaining about insulation when a fancy car pulled up to the job site. It looked expensive but I really didn't see what make it was.
We watched the crew chief run over to the car and the occupant got out of the car wearing a full suit in this heat. The crew chief and the suited man started to walk around the outside of the partially built house and then inside. Both of them came out of the house and walked over to me, Bubba and the rest of the guys. I knew who the house buyer was – it was Boot Boy.
Boot Boy (BB) was the task master for this rush build. I knew the buyer had to be rich and money was no object, but I never thought I would run into BB somewhere other than him kneeling on my deck. Huh, this changes thing in unexpected ways.
The crew chief said that he wanted us to meet the buyer and the buyer wanted to thank us for the hard work. Given that Bubba and I were on the far end of the group and the sun was behind our backs, I don't think BB realized that we were there until he made his way around the circle shaking hands and giving small talk. Boot Boy reached for Bubba's hand before looking up and the color fell from his face – BB's face – while Bubba and I turned a bright red and were smiling from ear to ear.
"Great to meet you!" Bubba exclaimed while shaking BB's hand. I saw BB wince and start sweating like a fiend. I knew that Bubba was not just shaking his hand but actually squeezing the hell out of it. We all just stood there smiling and laughing and Bubba kept up shaking BB's hand for a really long uncomfortable time.
When Bubba released BB's hand, I grabbed it as quickly as I could so that I could continue the throbbing pain in BB's hand. I gave BB all of my pleasant greetings while doing my best to turn his hand into mush.
"Thanks for the privilege of working on this house. It is great to serve your building needs this summer," I said trying to throw in some of the lingo that BB had used on me during our first email exchanges. I stared BB in the eye, but he was looking toward my face, but won't look me in the eye.
"Today has been a hard day with the insulation. I might just have to use my garden house and wash the fibers off myself in the yard tonight – don't want to mess up my shower." I said and all of the guys laughed.
Bubba added, "Heck my wife will be pissed if I go home and get insulation fibers in the house. I just might come over and clean up at your place. You willing to hose me down. I'll hose you down." Everybody but BB laughed at the double meaning of Bubba's comments.
"Call your wife and come over – you can sleep on the couch if you get too drunk," I added to Bubba. Boot Boy just stood there trying to smiling and rubbing his squashed right hand.
"Sounds like a plan – I'll follow you home," Bubba said while staring at BB. The crew chief gave us some more happy talk and then escorted BB back to the fancy car. The rest of us said our goodbyes and headed home. Bubba was following my truck.
When we got to my house, we did use the garden hose to wash the fibers off ourselves. Bubba scrubbed my back and I did his. After some air drying, Bubba and I pulled on our boots over our bare feet, and he went to his truck and grabbed a tool bag. I didn't question him – maybe it was a change of clothes. He and I moved up to the deck, grabbed some beers, a couple of cigars, and sat down on the fancy Yeti camping chairs that BB had given me earlier in the summer. It was actually nice to have a buddy that you can just be naked with – seems more natural that way.
We were nearly done with our first beer when we heard a car drive up the driveway. Bubba and I looked at each other but didn't look back to see who it was – we knew who it was.
We heard the foot falls on the deck steps and I said without turning around, "Bring us two more beers." Bubba and I raised our empties so that BB would know what flavor we wanted. The foot falls changed to shuffling and soon there was a suited figure crawling on the deck towards us holding two beers in one hand. The three-legged dog figure stopped in front of us and lifted the beers up towards us without raising his head.
I quietly said, "I guess our paths have crossed in a new way."
BB just stayed on all fours in his full suit, and then there was a faint, "Let me explain ..."
Bubba jumped up and reached under BB's suit coat and grabbed his belt and lifted BB off the deck. Bubba is 6'2" and BB is 6' but Bubba pick BB up into the air and yelled, "Did he give you permission to talk you ass wipe!"
I was wrong - Bubba wasn't holding BB up by the belt, but by the waist band of his underwear. With his feet dangling off the deck BB's underwear started to rip and Bubba was left with a fist full of elastic. I'm guess that BB was left with mashed potatoes instead of balls. Boot Boy half landed on his feet when the fabric ripped and collapsed onto the deck.
While BB was catching his breathe from the pain of his balls being smashed, Bubba walked over to the tool bag and pulled out some rope – some coarse rope that I have seen him tie shit down in the back of his truck. In a flash, BB was fully hogtied. This time Bubba did pick BB up by the belt and carried him over to our chairs and dropped him on the deck in front of where we were sitting. I was sort of surprised with Bubba's response – it seemed a bit over the top given the situation. Well, very over the top.
Bubba grabbed his beer, took a big swig, and then spit showered it all over BB. Bubba looked at me, smiled, and winked. He mouthed the words `Let's keep this rolling and scary the shit out of him.' I smiled back and gave a silent laugh. Boot Boy laid there on the deck with his arms pulled back and tied to his legs. It had to be uncomfortable. There were also parts of ripped underwear showing from back of his fancy suit pants.
I reached down to BB face and fished his necktie out from under him. With a firm grip, I pulled his face up towards mine and slowly said, "I guess our paths have crossed in a new way."
Boot Boy looked at my face and then away, but I pulled harder on the necktie and he looked me in the eye again and didn't leave my gaze. I could see all of the color leave his face. Okay, I was holding the necktie tight, but I don't think I was choking him – yet.
"We might just need to change our relationship, might we?" I slowly said with some spit drops hitting him on the face.
"Answer him, dip shit!" Bubba bellowed with a booted foot kicked into BB's thigh.
"Yes Sir," Boot Boy said in a quivering voice.
"I have been really nice to you. I have let you give me money and beer and cigars. I allowed you to give me extra gifts on top of those. I even have introduced you to some of my friends. We all have been really nice to you this summer." I spoke directly into BB's wincing face.
"Do you think that just because I let you lick my boots you have earned the honor of being our boss? Do you think you can now just control what me and Bubba do every day of the week. You need to learn that is not how things work around here. You have a lot more to provide us before you are anything more than a boot licking slug." I slowly whispered into BB's ear with more spit drops hitting his face. I turned to Bubba and he was smiling and nodding at me. Bubba was also stroking his cock – he gets hard on abusing this guy. I don't know who the bigger freak is – Boot Boy or Bubba.
Me: "I think he needs to be a little nicer to the job site crew, doncha think Bubba?"
Bubba: "Being ungrateful ain't nice." Bubba added another thigh kick right where the first one had landed.
Me: "I think we all would like some breakfast delivered every morning. Something to get the guys motivated. You don't want one of us fall to off that stupid roof and getting hurt – we might just sue your ass."
Bubba: "We might just forget how to nail the floor together and your sorry ass might just fall through it when we are long gone."
Me: "Have coffee and breakfast sandwiches delivered every day from now on. Get a lot of them incase we have delivery guys to feed." Bubba and I looked at each other and he smiled and mouthed, `Sounds nice.'
Bubba: "Cold lunches aren't any fun – I'm tired of the sandwiches that my wife makes. Shouldn't a roach coach stop by every day at noon and make us something hot?"
Me: "I think you are right, Bubba. A good lunch would help me too. But there better a variety, I get bored eating the same thing every day."
Bubba: "I would agree – there lots of good food out there and some of it should come to the job site every day. I need a beer. You need a beer?"
Me: "Yep."
Bubba stood up and stepped right on BB's suit covered ass and walked over him. When he got back, Bubba handed me a beer, but still had two beers in his hands.
Bubba: "I know how to be nice. I know how to share." And with that Bubba took a big swig from one beer and poured the other one onto the back of BB's head. Boot Boy nearly jumped off the deck with the cold suds hit him. It wasn't a big jump given the hog tie. With that spasm, I noticed that BB's fingers were getting a little off color from the binding rope.
Me: "So I think we have a better understanding of what might make things right with us. Don't you agree?" I bend down and whispered into BB's ear again.
Before BB could even answer, Bubba shouted, "Answer him ass licker!" Bubba give him a kick in the same spot on his thigh.
"Yes, Sir!" Boot Boy replied.
Bubba and I nearly laughed that we have this rich ass broker or whatever buying us sausage biscuits and coordinating taco trucks to feed us.
Me: "I'm gonna get you out of the hog tie. You will stand up with your eyes closed and we will give you your next directions."
I untied the rope and sort of helped BB stand up given that he had his eyes closed. I threw the rope over the deck rafter and tied BB's hands up in the air. I didn't go too tight - I wanted to just keep him in place for a while. I looked over to Bubba and mouthed, `Give me a knife' which Bubba pulled out of the tool bag. I firmly help BB's necktie and used the knife to cut it off near BB's neck. I gave back the knife and used the fat part of tie as a blindfold and the thin part as a gag.
Boot Boy was just standing fully dressed with ripped underwear hanging out of his pants, a cut tie at his neck, and beer splatter all over him. Bubba stood up next to me and BB with a putty knife in his hand.
Bubba: "You know, perhaps we should be asking for more than job site snacks." As he said that Bubba drug the blade of a putty knife down the front of BB's nice white shirt. Boot Boy gave a shudder thinking that there was a knife being racked across his clothes.
Me: "I bet nobody knows that this boot licker is here tonight If he disappeared this would be the last place on earth that anyone would look. I bet even Jimmy the cop would help us get rid of the body if we cut him in on the cash."
Bubba: "Are you thinking what I'm thinking? We can just sell parts off his imported car and make a good bit of easy cash."
Me: "Yeah that would work. And we can sell his body parts – I bet someone would pay for a liver or kidney or something."
With that, Bubba drug the putty knife across BB's stomach which reflexively pulled tight from the blade sensation. BB had no idea that it was a dull tool blade running across the fabric of his shirt.
Bubba: "I'm gutted lots of fish and deer over the years. How hard can it be to cut out a kidney. You got this big Yeti cooler now. I bet it would store lots of body parts."
Boot Boy grimaced at that statement - his own gift being used against him.
Bubba: "Lets get him out of these duds so I can gut this pig."
Bubba moved behind BB and grabbed the two flaps at the bottom of his jacket and just gave a quick tug. The seam up the back of the jacket ripped right up and through the jacket collar. I was in the front and grab his shirt with both hands and gave a yank. The shirt buttons flew off everywhere. Bubba grabbed his knife again and carefully slide it between BB's waist and belt. With a small cut, BB's belt was cut and Bubba gave a pull on the fancy wool pants which ripped open down his ass. Bubba released them and the pants dropped to BB's ankles. BB's underwear was still wedged up his ass, and the front was packed full with a very deflated cock and balls.
Bubba: "You still got that big butcher knife in the kitchen?"
I wasn't sure what he was talking about and actually wasn't sure if he was going to far with this goofing around stuff. I gave a hesitant, "Sure?" trying not to sound like it was a question.
Bubba walked into my single wide while I pushed BB's shirt up and over his shoulders. With the knife that Bubba had left with me I cut off all of the clothes so that he was buck naked except for black socks and some expensive shoes. The only other thing was the black bruise on BB's thigh where Bubba had kicked him about 3-4 times.
When Bubba returned, he had a pitcher full of hot water in his hand. I gave him a questioning look and Bubba mouthed, `go with it.' Bubba picked up the dull-bladed putty knife and stood in front of BB.
Bubba: "I think I will just gut him from one side to the other. We can pull out of him what parts we want to sell."
Bubba placed the putty knife against BB's skin. Boot Boy started whimper and tried to pull back.
Bubba: "Hold him still. I don't want to damaged any of the organs."
I moved behind BB and held is waist firmly. Bubba took the putty knife in one hand and the pitcher of hot water (it had cooled some by now) in the other hand. In a quick move, Bubba drug the putty knife across BB's quivering tummy while pour hot water on the blade. Before Bubba got his "cut" finished, BB was going into spasms.
Even through the gag, we could tell Boot Boy was yelling, "AAAHHH! AAAHHH! AAH! AAH! Aah. Aah. Aah. aah aah ahh ahh?"
Bubba and I just started laughing our heads off. Bubba got laughing so hard he had to bend over to keep from passing out. I was smart enough to sit down in a chair to laugh my head off. Boot Boy finally stopped making any noise and I could tell that he was trying to get his head around what had happened. Obviously, there was no pain coming from his stomach other than the skin was warm from the hot water.
When Bubba stood up from his bent over position, his cock as hard as a rock. He gave it a couple of strokes. Bubba reached up and untied BB's hands from the rope.
Bubba: "Get on your knees and give yourself a rest. I want you ready for some cock sucking and ass fucking."