Authoritarian Boot At Folsom Street East - Historical

Let's be honest, Pete is a boot pig. He loves boots: his boots and the boots worn by other bootmen. He's also a bottom, feeling that his place in the world is on the ground servicing other men's boots. He's your average guy, 5' 10" about 180 pounds, short cropped hair, seven inch cock and in his 40's. He's also a member of several boot groups on the internet.

In early June there was a short post on his favorite boot fetish site: "Looking to meet a good bootslave at Folsom Street East for boot action. Lars." Since Pete lives in New Jersey and was planning on going to Folsom East, he replied to the email and asked if he could hook up. He got an affirmative reply, so emailed to ask where to find Lars. He got this reply: "Don't worry about finding me, pig, I'll find you. I want you to wear black combat boots, leather shorts with a harness on top and a T shirt that says "Boot Slut". Wear a leather baseball cap and don't forget to wear a double cock ring so your package will show under your shorts. I'll be wearing leather pants and high shine Chippewa engineer boots. You just circulate and you'll know me when we meet in mid afternoon."

The message excited Pete. He fantasized what Lars might look like as he rubbed his crotch. Before long he was hard. He pulled out his cock and stroked it until he came. He couldn't wait for June 20th.

Sunday afternoon at Folsom Street East was a blast. Pete walked slowly through the crowds with his eyes on the ground looking at the many beautiful pairs of boots. Whenever he saw a pair he really liked he would stop and just stare, wishing he could go down and lick them right there. However, he knew he had to keep moving so he could spot Lars. He passed a place where some bootblacks were hard at work. Pete stopped and watched one guy polishing a leatherman's Wesco Jobmasters. Pete's cock made an involuntary throb. He wanted to rub his crotch so badly, but knew he must save himself for meeting Lars, so suppressed the urge. He continued to cruise the area. He came to a place where there was a St. Andrew's cross and a tough looking leathermaster was shackling a willing sub to the cross. The leather man stepped back with his flogger and began twirling it back and forth as he started to whip the man's back. Pete was transfixed by the 6 foot leather man's crotch high Wesco engineer boots and studded codpiece. He looked so hot and powerful as he began whipping the helpless tied man.

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Pete had to force himself to move on, because the clock was ticking. As he walked along he spotted a man leaning against a building. He was wearing leather pants, shiny engineer boots, harness and a motorcycle officers black leather cap. Pete walked slowly toward him. The man turned and their eyes connected. Pete's heart beat faster: was this Lars? He continued to walk toward the man -- their eyes were locked. When he was just 4 feet away the man raised his right arm from his side, snapped his fingers and pointed at this boots. Pete looked at the powerful highshine Engineer boots that he had seen on so many motorcycle cops. He looked up again. Lars snapped his fingers again and said: "Lick'em now!"

Pete dropped to the sidewalk and began sliding his tongue over the warm surface of the smooth leather. He loved the sensation that he got when his tongue connected with real leather. He licked the toe until he could see his face in the shine and then began working his tongue around the strap and buckle. As he was starting on the shaft, he looked up to see Lars taking out a cigarette and lighting it. As he licked the boots, Lars smoked and observed the crowd. Pete hadn't been licking very long when a couple of people stopped to watch the guy with the bootslut T shirt licking the boots of the really hot looking leather stud.

A guy from the crowd who was wearing 30 hold black Ranger boots stepped up to Lars and asked: "Is this your bootslave?" Lars replied: "I haven't collared him yet, but if he does a good job on my boots, he will be. Hey, the slut seems to be slowing down. Would you mind kicking his arse a few times with those heavy duty Rangers?" With that the man took two steps back and kicked Pete's ass with his powerful right boot. The force of the kick sent Pete's face flat against Lar's boot shaft. "Harder!" Lars commanded the onlooker, who then let fly with a powerful kick that made Pete grunt. A few guys in the crowd shouted encouragement as he kicked poor Pete three more times. Everyone had a good laugh as Pete intensified his bootlicking.

Pete switched to the left boot and licked as best he could. The small crowd of people kept changing as people moved on to other things. When Pete was at the top of the left boot, he saw Lar's cigarette land near him. Lars moved his right boot over the smoke and crushed it. Then he said: "Take off your T shirt and then go back to licking." Pete removed his shirt and stuffed it in his back pocket. He made quite a site in his black leather shorts, harness and combat boots. Then Lars reached in his pocket and took out a leather dog collar. He bent down and put it around Pete's neck. Pete felt his cock twitch at the feeling of the collar being fitted. Lars reached into another pocked and took out a leather leash and attached it. He then tugged the leash and said: "Get up, bootbitch." Pete quickly obeyed.

They walked around looking at the different booths. They stopped at one vendor who was selling boots. Lars browsed the different boxes. He found a nice looking Carolina logger boot which he pulled out of the box to inspect. He then handed it to Pete and said: "Lick it! It's not shiny enough." Pete began running his tongue over the smooth, waxy leather. He was in boot heaven. They then moved on to other booths until they had pretty well covered the territory. Pete wondered if they were going to watch the stage show when Lars said: "Let's go to my hotel room. You said you wanted some boot action and now you're going to get it."

Fortunately the hotel was nearby and Pete did not have to walk past too many straight people being pulled by a leash around his neck. They went right to Lar's room. Once the door closed, Lars pulled Pete closer to him and began to grope his package in a rough way. It felt so good, especially when he squeezed his balls really hard. Lars went over to a chair and sat down. He snapped his fingers again and Pete dropped to his knees and started licking. Then Lars said: "Lick my crotch. I want to feel your tongue massaging my cock and balls through the leather." Pete buried his face in Lar's crotch and began licking as hard as he could. He found the cock and licked it hard and long.

After 5 minutes of having his balls and cock licked through his leather pants Lars said: "Good boi. Now just move back a little so I can reward you with a little boot action on your crotch. He then positioned his right boot at just the right angle to cover Pete's cock and balls and he began to rub his powerful engineer boot back and forth on Pete's limp cock which was beginning to firm up. As Pete stared at the size 13 boot massaging his cock he realized that his wildest fantasy was coming true. His cock got harder. Lar's said: "Feel good? Let me know when you can't hold it any longer and you have to cum." As the pleasure grew and grew Pete tried to contain himself. Finally he said: "Sir, I think I'm going to cum." With that Lars said: "OK. Close your eyes and enjoy this." Pete thought Lars boot was going to bring him to a climax, which it did, but not as he expected. As Pete closed his eyes, Lars stood silently to his feet, drew back his right boot and kicked Pete's crotch as hard as he could. In one moment Pete was waiting for that intense rub which would bring him the ultimate pleasure, and the next moment he felt a powerful blast on his swollen balls which were confined by ball stretchers. There was a flash of light in his mind as the force of the heavy boot hit its target. Then there was a shot of pain as the boot connected with the most tender part of his body. He was stunned and in that instant, Lars quickly drew back his shiny engineer boot and delivered another kick as a sort of coup-d-grace for Pete's poor cock and balls. With the second boot, Pete bent forward in pain. As he rocked back and forth, groaning he began to feel a new, powerful sensation which he had never felt before. He realized that his cock was throbbing and pumping out cum. He was having the most incredible orgasm he had ever felt. All over his body he felt warm and satisfied. It was better than any fuck he had ever had. He stopped rocking and remained frozen as he absorbed the wild sensation.

Lars settled into his chair again and watched the heaving body of the bootslave in front of him. He smiled as he saw the crumpled form on the floor, but knew that he was enjoying a new sexual high. He slowly unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his cock which was already hard from having his boots serviced and kicking Pete's balls. He stroked his cock and watched Pete.

When the pleasure of the forced organism had finally faded, Pete wanted to thank Lars. He bent over his boot and began licking it again and saying: "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" He would lick some more and then repeat his appreciation. Seeing his gratitude made Lar's cock even harder, or maybe it was just his stroking. Finally he said to Pete: "Get your lips up here and suck my cock. I want to feed you some real man seed."

As Pete carefully moved his face to Lar's crotch he knew that he wanted Lars to do it again. He wanted to feel that boot ecstasy one more time.

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