Boots on the Ground in Africa Chapter 6
I was sitting on my bed when I heard the key in the door. When the door opened I was surprised to see a pair of spit-shined Corcoran combat boots in the doorway. Immediately I fell to the floor but was wondering: why is the Captain coming to get me, when he has always sent Bob? "OK bootslut, get your ass down to the big room." As I crawled past him, he swung the belt in his right hand against my ass and said: "Get up and walk." As I stood up I felt another stroke of the belt on my ass.
When we got to the playroom, the Captain sat in his big chair and commanded me to kneel before him. I cast my eyes down to the floor and admired his powerful military Corcoran combat boots. I could see the reflection of myself in the toe cap which was as shiny as a mirror. "You're shipping out tonight, aren't you boot boy?"
I replied: "Sir, yes sir!"
"Well, that's too bad, because I was just beginning to see real progress in the training we are giving you. But if you are on the night flight to London, you'll just have to go. I thought a good way to start the afternoon is to give you that warm glow in your crotch which comes from having a bootmaster massage your balls. Come a little closer so that I can begin rubbing your cock and balls with my boot." I inched myself closer until his right boot was resting comfortably on my crotch.
The Captain began rubbing his boot against my leather shorts. Before long he had located my cock which had begun to harden. As he rubbed, I looked down at the scene as if in a trance. It was so exciting to see that powerful boot in my crotch and then feel the friction on my cock as the sole of the boot moved up and down. Soon he began digging a bit with the boot and moving it down so that it was under my balls and then kicking my balls lightly. Having engaged two of my senses (sight and feeling) he began working on my third sense: hearing. "You like that, boy? Of course you do, you fucking little bootlicker. You love the feel of a real man's powerful boots rubbing your cock. You can feel the power of his boots spreading through your cock, into your balls and throughout your body. There's nothing you would like to do more than to go down on those boots right now and lick them, right boot slut? I can feel your cock getting really hard, so I know you love to see my boot getting your little cock all hot and bothered." All I could do was just nod. "I know from your application that you like having an orgasm by having your engorged balls kicked when your cock is about ready to cum. We did that yesterday and I think you really were satisfied."
"Satisfied" was not the best word to describe it. I was ecstatic: the sudden pain as the Captain's boot smashed into my balls and then the massive pleasure as my cock released the pent up jizz. The Captain reached over to the table and took a condom and handed it to me and said: "Here, put this on." He moved his boot back so I could lower my shorts and roll the rubber over my stiff member. I then pulled my shorts back up. "OK bootboy. You know when the time in right to get the maximum pleasure, so when you feel you can't hold it any longer. Close your eyes and say: `Please sir, kick my balls.' Then continue to hold until you get your reward. Remember to keep your eyes closed otherwise when you see my boot heading toward its target your natural reaction would be to move or protect your balls."
"Sir, yes sir!" was my positive reply. The conditions for getting a boot fuck like this are difficult to manage, so when it all comes together, I have an air of expectation that is beyond description. The Captain got up from his chair and told me to move back a bit. I decided he needed the room for his backswing. He then resumed his massaging of my cock with his thick soled combat boot. I was mesmerized as I watched the shiny boot toe moving around and felt the pleasure on my cock. If that was not enough, the Captain began to speak to me in a provocative voice: "You really like the feel of my boot on your cock, don't you boy! You like to feel the power of that strong leather boot on your manhood. That boot is transferring power from me to you. You love to feel that fucking powerful boot, don't you?"
As he spoke I had all I could do to keep myself from cuming. Finally I knew I was about to climax, so I said: "Sir, give it to me." As I said that I closed my eyes. The rubbing stopped and then I felt some light tapping on my balls with the sharp command: "Not yet boy! Hold on." Again he tapped and my body twitched, expecting the full power of the boot. One more little kick. I didn't know how long I could hold back the flood and then it came. The Captain drew back his combat boot and then thrust it forward. The massive box toe shot right into my balls which were being held in position by the ballring. I heard the slap as the leather of the boot connected with the leather of my shorts and then a millisecond later I felt the shooting pain rise up through my crotch and into my stomach. I instinctively fell forward into a fetal position trying to protect my balls. For a half minute or so I writhed in pain on the floor and then the flood of release that comes when you have a good organism overtook me. I felt as if I had the most incredible fuck in the world. I let our a gasp: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." The exhilaration spread through my body. What a fuck!
"Get up, boy! There's still time for a second wave if you want it." The pain in my crotch was intense, but the pleasure in my gut and throughout my body was more intense. Slowly, I forced myself into the kneeling position and forced my knees apart. Was I crazy to expose myself to another kick of such force? I didn't have time to think much about that before that shiny, box toe of the Captain's huge black combat boot connected again with my balls. Once again pain shot through my crotch and I rolled over on to the floor. Once again, there was the feeling of ecstasy of a completed orgasm. I just lay on the floor and moaned and moaned. It felt so good, while the pain in my balls was so intense. I knew right then why I like to be a "sub" or subordinate – because when a dominate male punishes you, the pain heightens the pleasure of the sexual experience. The pain gives pleasure!
The Captain let me lie on the floor until the pain and pleasure had pretty well worn off. Then he said: "You know you want to complete this experience by servicing my boots with the fuck you collected in that condom. Take it off and service my boots with it." I got up on my knees and pulled down my leather shorts and carefully peeled the rubber off my shrinking cock. Then I moved forward and squeezed some of the milk on to the right boot toe and the remainder on the left. I began licking the warm fuck off the shiny leather. It was a bit tricky because the boot leather was so smooth and shiny, the fuck wanted to spread out. So I adopted a sort of kissing action in which I would suck up the fuck and then lick the smooth surface. I finished up by broad licks all over the boot toe and up the shafts.
I was just finishing when Bob came into the room. The Captain asked: "Did you find him alright?"
Bob replied: "Yes sir! He's in his room prepping for his first session."
"Good! This boot slut has just finished servicing my boots, but I would really like to have two boot sluts groveling before me: one licking my right boot and the other my left. Bring in the new client and we'll put him right to work."
I heard the steps of Bob's combat boots on the floor as he left. Bob was still in his safari outfit of khaki shirt and pants and black combat boots, indicating he had just returned from the airport.
As I kept licking the left boot, I heard the door open and Bob's command: "Alright you piece of shit, down on all fours and crawl to your master's throne." I heard the sound of a boot kicking something soft and decided that Bob was giving guidance with his boots so the new client would get to the desired location. Then I saw a head beside mine. I shifted my head to the back of the boot I was licking so I could get a better look at the new client. He was in his mid thirties, good build and about six feet tall. "Lick your master's boot, like that other boot slut." Immediately the newcomer began licking. I paused to get a better look at his face. I was rewarded by a hard kick by Bob who said: "You don't have to stop your work, bootboy. Keep licking the master's boots. He wants to feel both of your tongues pressing in on his feet through the leather.
After about ten minutes of licking the same boot, the Captain said: "Well, John, I guess you'll have to stop and go to your room. Prepare yourself for your departure. Bob will come and collect you at 5:00 p.m. to go to the airport. You've been a good bootboy. I hope we have not disappointed you in delivering your treatment. Come again."
I stood up slowly and said: "Thank you, sir! It has been an honor to be trained by your boots and to have Bob discipline me with his boots. I hope to return again." With that, Bob grabbed my arm and led me out of the room and down to my cell.
When we got to the room Bob said: "Get a good shower and then change into your civilian clothes. I'll be back to get you in about an hour."
As I stood in the shower with the nice warm water massaging my aching crotch and ass, a feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction spread across my body. Yes! These experiences were certainly worth it. I would return again some day.
The End
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