Special Training By Hibooted

The day had gone by amazingly fast and now Dan was in the station tack
room polishing his saddle and reflecting on his first day of rookie
duty. Luck was with him - he had drawn park patrol duty that allowed him
to enjoy his love of riding and to wear the tight sexy gear associated
with it. With what seemed an even greater stroke of luck Dan was
assigned to Sergeant Mark Anderson's patrol with Mark as his training
officer. Mark had been his mentor since their first meeting at the Youth
Equestrian program and had even sponsored him for the Academy, knowing
fully that Dan was gay.

Dan's uniform was new and perfectly tailored. The breeches were dark
blue - almost black lycra blend with light blue stripes down the legs,
they seemed to form perfectly to his long slim legs above the high
shafts of the gleaming custom made black riding boots encasing his feet
and lower legs to the knees. Emulating Mark, Dan wore nothing under his
breeches and felt the lycra pressing against his tight buns and forming
over his partially erect cock. The smell of leather in the tack room was
strong and was exciting Dan, his cock was growing harder by the second
and pressing into the tight lycra of the breeches. His uniform shirt was
tailored skintight, cut short and held inside the waist of his breeches
with Velcro tabs, its sleeves ended at a pair of short, ultra-tight,
tissue thin black leather gloves. Ever since meeting Mark Dan had been
turned on by the uniforms worn by the park patrol and now he was wearing
one.

Dan began to pant softly as he held a soft cloth in his gloved hand and
worked leather dressing into his saddle. No longer able to ignore the
demands of his growing cock Dan dropped the cloth onto the saddle and
slipped a gloved hand between his wide spread booted legs. Dan's
erection throbbed at the touch of his tightly gloved fingers through the
lycra of his breeches. Dan began to rub myself. First with just his
fingers, then with a gloved hand, finally his other gloved hand dropped
and he began to rub and squeeze his nuts as well as his rigid shaft. The
soft panting turned to moans and Dan began to work his crotch back and
fourth - humping against his leathered hands fantasizing that he was
pushing his rigid cock against the bulging crotch of Mark's tight riding
breeches.

The click of the latch of the tack room door jolted Dan from his
masturbatory fantasy. He quickly picked up the cloth and resumed
polishing his saddle. The door creaked and then the latch clicked,
solidly this time as the dead bolt rammed into place. The click of metal
plated boot heels echoed through the tack room growing louder as they
approached Dan. The boot steps stopped a few feet behind Dan. "Well,
young hero did you bust any bad guys today?" It was Mark!

"No--only chased a couple of kids out of the duck pond. Not real
exciting." The boot heels again clicked and now Mark was directly behind
Dan. "I guess we need to find something else to do for excitement around
here!"

A gloved hand slipped onto Dan's tight round ass. "Maybe a little hands
on personal training!" A second hand now gripped Dan's buns. He couldn't
believe what was happening. Mark was coming on to him!

Dan responded, "Sounds real good to me I can always use extra training."
He felt the hands slide up to his hips and draw him backwards until
Mark's erect cock was bushing between his lycra clad buns.

"Why don't we start with teaching you how to use that tight ass to make
your training officer very happy!"

Dan moaned in approval, pushing himself against Mark--he had wanted this
from the first instant he had laid eyes on Mark and now it was
happening. Mark's lips touched Dan's neck kissing him softly while
tightly gloved hands slipped around onto the stiff rod inside his tight
breeches and began to fondle and rub it. "Yes! Oh Yeahhhh!" Dan began to
writhe and squirm against the hands caressing his hardness and tear at
the buttons of his shirt.

Mark's lips moved onto the side of Dan's neck and then his tongue began
to flick along Dan's jaw line. Dan could hear Mark's gasps - he was as
turned on as Dan! Turning his head Dan pressed his open mouth against
Mark's. Lips and tongues touched, probing and tasting each other. Mark
urged Dan to turn and face him with pressure against his hips. Now
facing each other they kissed again, this time writhing and thrusting
their bulging lycra clad crotches together.

Mark stepped back slightly and grasped Dan's gloved hand in his, drawing
it down and onto the precum wet outline of his swollen manhood. Dan
began to stroke Mark through the thin lycra--rubbing his leather encased
hands over the slick wetness of Mark's excitement. Mark bent and began
to kiss and lick Dan's throat, then continued moving down onto his pecs
sucking and licking Dan's excited nipples. Dan was groaning almost out
of control and Mark dropped lower until his mouth found Dan's navel and
then his hard, smooth belly just above his breeches.

"Do you want more?" Mark gasped, placing his gloved hand on Dan's zipper
and tugging it down. "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Yes! Oh Fuck! Yes!" Dan grasped Mark's head and drew it forward, "Eat
my fucking cock!" Mark's mouth slid onto the swollen head of Dan's rigid
member and he tasted thick salty precum as he began to suck.

Reaching to his own crotch Mark opened the zipper of his breeches
letting his stiff cock stand free of its lycra encumbrance. The glossy
black leather of Dan's boot shafts were inches from the drooling
cockhead. Mark grasped his hard cock and guided it onto a boot. The
lustrous leather felt cool and smooth on the slick sensitive skin of
Mark's precum oozing glans and instantly became glazed and wet. Mark
humped against Dan's gleaming boot rubbing his hardness over the leather
while he reached up to Dan's waist and tugged at his breeches.

The Velcro tabs holding Dan's shirt and breeches together made a ripping
sound as the two garments separated. Still sucking and licking Dan's
cock Mark pulled the tight, stretchy, calf length breeches down to Dan's
boot tops then tugged them out of the boots. At the same instant he
released Dan's cock and rose - grasping Dan's booted ankles in his
gloved hands and causing him to fall back to a semi-reclining position,
sideways, on his saddle with his back against the wall and his legs
sticking out. A quick tug and Dan's breeches were off and lying in a
heap on the floor.

"Raise your legs." Mark commanded. "Get those boot heels up here on my
shoulders." Dan raised his legs and Mark grasped his boots guiding them
up and onto his shoulders. Realizing that Mark was beginning to lick his
boots Dan reached to his cock and began to jack himself. He loved the
feeling of Mark's slick tongue sliding over the gleaming leather
encasing his legs and feet. Mark pushed down his breeches then pulled
them from his boot tops and stepped out of them. Now naked except for
his high boots, tight gauntlet length gloves and the wide leather
utility belt riding his hips Mark began to stroke his own rigid cock,
feeling its slickness through the thin leather of his tight gloves.

Mark began moving forward causing Dan's legs to rise higher as he licked
the heels and backs of his boots. The pressure on Dan's legs caused his
ass to thrust forward toward Mark's hard cock and he knew that soon he
would be filled with the hot throbbing prod being stroked to maximum
rigidity by Mark's gloved hand. Dan reached to the side and grasped the
saddle, steadying himself for Mark's thrust. One final step forward and
Mark's rod was at Dan's hole. "Yes!" Dan cried out, "Mount me! Fill me!"

Mark thrust his groin forward and the head of his cock penetrated Dan's
hole. Dan gasped, there was an instant of pain and then the feeling of
fullness as Mark pushed his slick swollen manhood into Dan's depths.
Mark felt a crushing tightness on his cock as his protégé clamped his
sphincter onto the intrusion and began to rotate his hips. Matching
Dan's rotation with his own thrusts, Mark worked himself deeper into the
younger cop's tight round ass. Dan's leather clad hands reached up to
Mark’s shoulders and drew him downward until their mouths were together.
They kissed, writhing in unison, letting their tongues dance and their
leathered hands move over each other’s taught smooth bodies.

"Oh yeah! Ride me! Ride me! Ride my hot butt!" Dan was groaning in near
climax as the pressure of Mark's hardness against his prostate made his
cock jerk and drool precum. Mark was also approaching orgasm, his ass
tightened, his nuts drew up and his panting gasps increased in
intensity.

Suddenly Mark drew back from Dan and stood with his booted legs spread
wide apart. His cock was twitching and dancing obviously at the edge of
ejaculation. Dan slid forward off of the saddle and stood facing Mark.
He was gasping and, like Mark, the erect cock between his booted legs
was throbbing with approaching climax. Their smooth bodies came
together; booted legs entwined, groins thrusting, leather-clad hands
feverishly moving over smooth, tensioned bodies. Hot wetness surged from
Dan's stiff cock drenching Mark's crotch. Mark cried out unintelligibly
and streams of jism spewed from his orgasmic jerking prod onto Dan's
balls and then began to trickle down his soft inner thighs.

Both stood writhing, yielding to the complete ecstasy of their climax,
letting their release spew over each other, smearing each other with
their steaming orgasmic juices. Then as the discharge began to stop Mark
gasped ‘clean me!’ and pushed Dan downward. Dan yielded and dropped to
his knees with his mouth at Mark's jism spattered crotch.

Gloved hands grasped Dan's head and drew him forward; his tongue flicked
out and onto Mark's smooth nuts lapping up the smeared juices of their
climax. The salty/bitter taste of cum and sweat filled Dan's mouth and
he licked eagerly as Mark guided him over every jizz-drenched crevice of
his crotch. By the time Mark indicated to Dan that he should lay back
his lips and face were glazed with cum. Dan dropped back onto his back
followed by Mark. Mark's open mouth touched Dan's lower lip and sucked
the smooth, soft, cum slick skin then his tongue traced the outline of
Dan's lips--probing into Dan's mouth tasking their ecstasy.

Both lay panting for a while then Mark managed to gasp, "You learn fast,
but I really think that more training is in order."

Dan responded, "I really think that we need to take the training to a
higher level!"

"Yeah." Mark agreed, "A bit of off duty evening tutoring is really going
to be necessary."

They looked at each other and smiled.

Equestrian Weekend . By Hibooted

 

Rob and I had been around each other all of our lives. All through high
school we shared classes and the same interests: horses, equestrian
competition and the high boots and glossy leather that went along with
it. I suppose that we each suspected that the other was gay for a long
time but we pretended to not notice. Which, for me, was extremely
difficult as I found Rob to be increasingly desirable. Especially when
he was wearing his tight riding breeches and long glossy black dressage
boots.

Now, in our second year of community college, we were both on the
varsity equestrian team and spent a lot of time at practice after school
at a local stable. With the rest of the team around I was only able to
admire Rob from a distance – watching him swing his long slim leather
booted leg over his saddle as he mounted, or perhaps helping him to
dismount and letting my gloved hand slip lightly over the smooth curve
of his beautiful firm butt. To my surprise Rob began to ride next to me
and when he dismounted his boot or gloved hand would occasionally graze
my leg or even my crotch – he was definitely sending signals.

At times I had to fight my desire to grab the bulging front of Rob’s
tight breeches and stroke him to climax. Almost every evening after
practice I would go home and strip to just my boots and gloves and
masturbate madly - fantasizing that Rob and I were making love clad in
black leather, kissing and stroking each other’s rigid cock until our
hot juices gushed into our gloved hands and over the glossy leather of
our high boots. But even in my wildest fantasies I had never thought
that Rob was at the same instant having the same thoughts about me.

Several weeks into the semester Rob suggested that we could get in some
extra practice on the weekend at his father’s riding stable. I couldn’t
believe what I was hearing! “What!” I stammered. “Let’s ride together
this weekend – you can even stay over Friday and Saturday night if you
like.” I agreed instantly.

“I stay in my own rooms off the tack room and you can bunk in with me
and share my clothes. That way we can get in all the riding we like.”
The kind of riding I would like was not done on horses and I was hoping
that Rob also had the same thing in mind. Well, I’d show up and find
out.

On Friday I showed up at practice carrying a boot bag with my best
dressage boots and a duffel with necessities for the weekend. I had worn
my practice boots, short black kid gloves, a very revealing pair of
stretch Lycra-denim breeches (without underwear) and a tight black polo
shirt that displayed my nipples through the thin material.

Rob showed up wearing a pair of glossy black over the knee custom riding
boots with tall chunky heels and hidden back zippers over skin-tight
black stretch breeches, a white dress shirt and very tight black gloves.
I could have fallen to my knees right in front of the team and the coach
and licked those beautiful boots from toe to top.

Rob rode the entire practice session wearing those magnificent boots and
I spent the entire session with a hard-on. As soon as practice was over
we jumped into Rob’s car and I pulled off my regular riding boots
exchanging them for my high, gleaming, black dressage boots. As we
headed towards his father’s place I thought that this could turn out to
be an incredible weekend or, if I was reading Rob’s signals wrong, a
disaster.

As we arrived, Rob’s father was in front of the stable with several
other men in tight black motorcycle leathers with bulging crotches and
long glossy boots. He greeted us and Rob introduced me to him; he then
wished us a great weekend and rode off for his own weekend with his
leathered, obviously gay, companions. Things were beginning to look up.
Rob and I would have the place to ourselves for the entire weekend. “You
know that my dad is gay!” Rob commented.

“Really” I teased, “then how did you get here?” “He didn’t come out
until after I was born.” I looked at Rob and then asked the question
that had been on my mind for some time: “Are you gay, too?” “Believe
it!” was his response. “Just like you.” Rob reached out with a gloved
hand and drew me forward. Our mouths touched just as I gasped, “Oh God!
Yes!”

We were standing out in the open kissing passionately, thrusting our
tongues into each other’s open mouth and sliding our leather clad hands
over each other feeling all of the places that we both had been desiring
for so long. “Let’s go inside” Rob panted as we broke our kiss, “I
really want you!”

I also wanted Rob; I wanted to stroke and suck the hard cock I had been
feeling through his tight breeches and kiss his smooth body and cum on
him and his high glossy boots. I picked up my boot bag and Rob grabbed
my duffel then slipped his gloved hand onto mine and led me inside. We
passed through the tack room on the way to Rob’s quarters and the strong
erotic scent of the leather almost overwhelmed me. Rob set down my
duffel and opened the door between his rooms and the tack room – we
stepped inside and, again, began to kiss and grope each other.

Groaning, we pulled at buckles and buttons and zippers opening and
pulling off our clothes. Stripping each other of everything but our
boots gloves and, now open, breeches. Falling onto the leather-covered
bed I stretched my glossy booted legs out to Rob. He tugged the stretchy
legs of my breeches out of my boot tops and then pulled the breeches
down from my waist and over my boots until they were lying inside out on
the floor. I could feel the soft cool leather of the bedspread against
my nakedness and my cock began to stand straight up.

Rob stood in front of me with his leather ringed cock stiffly protruding
from his open breeches; reaching down he grabbed the stretchy material
and pulled - the short legs came out of his boot tops, he pushed down,
the breeches came to rest around the glossy black leather of his booted
ankles and Rob stepped out of them. Next Rob slipped off his gloves and
reached into a dresser drawer bringing out a pair of tissue thin, black
kid, shoulder-length gloves. He looked directly at me as he worked the
long gloves onto his arms and hands, wiggling his fingers into the tight
leather until the gloves fit without the slightest hint of a wrinkle
below his wrists.

By now Rob had become even more excited and his swollen cockhead was
drooling thick strings of clear precum. I had already begun to jack
myself and my own precum was glazing my cockhead and shaft. “Open your
legs,” Rob groaned as he dropped to his knees on the bed. I raised my
booted legs and spread them wide apart, Rob leaned forward and I felt
the smooth leather of his gloved hands slide over my hardness and
groaned as he started to lightly stroke me. After a few moments of
fondling me Rob’s wet lips slid onto the head of my cock. “Unnn! Yesss!”
I managed to groan as he began to suck my stiff cock.

“Eat me,” Rob gasped as he raised his head from my cock for a breath.
“69 with me!” I mumbled an affirmative between gasping breaths and
slowly turned my body until my face was between Rob’s leather booted
legs and my mouth was at his smooth hairless balls. I began to softly
kiss Rob’s scrotum and drag my tongue over its smooth skin. Then my lips
found his shaft and I began to nibble lightly on it.

I felt gloved hands on the side of my head, “Suck me! Now!” Rob cried
and pulled my head upward until my lips slid over the precum slick head
of his cock. My tongue was flicking Rob’s corona and I tasted the
saltiness of his excitement as I began, for the first time, to suck his
beautiful cock.

We must have spent a half hour kissing, licking and sucking each other –
experimenting with our mouths and tongues and cocks. Stopping only when
we approached climax and only long enough to allow the urge to ejaculate
to subside. Rob finally pulled away from my cock and rotated until he
was facing me. “Let me taste my cock,” he panted and pressed his mouth
to mine. We kissed long and deep with a lot of tongue, smearing our
precum slicked lips together.

“I thought we were going to go riding,” Rob finally panted as he broke
our kiss and rose from the bed. I lay on my back with my legs open and
my cock standing stiffly vertical. “Why don’t you ride this?” I gasped
holding my rigid cock in a gloved hand and stroking it slightly.

“Not a bad idea!” Rob responded. “But I’ll need some more riding gear!”

Turning to the dresser Rob opened a couple of drawers and then turned
back to face me holding a studded black leather harness, a pair of
glossy black chaps and two black leather half masks. “If I’m going to
ride, I’m going to need something to hold on to.”

“Are you afraid that I’ll buck?”

“Oh! I’m going to want you to buck and I want to stay on for the ride.”
I rose and faced Rob. Our hard cocks were touching as I stood and let
him mask me then place the straps and chrome rings of the harness on my
upper body. “Where did you get this stuff?” I panted, wildly turned on
by the studded leather straps encircling my body.

“I borrowed it from my dad’s collection: he has so much that he’ll never
miss it!” Rob masked himself and fastened the chaps around his waist; I
knelt in front of him pulling down the hidden zippers of his boots then
zipping the chaps closed - forming them to his legs like smooth, shiny,
black, second skin before closing the boots over them. I grasped one of
Rob’s glossy boots in my gloved hands and held it as I brought my mouth
to its toe. “Oh fuck! Yes, yes!” Rob cried as I began to suck and lick
the glossy black leather encasing his legs. My mouth moved upward from
boot to boot and then onto the tight, shiny, black leather of the chaps
at Rob’s thighs. Rob groaned and began to roll his own nipples with his
gloved fingers as my mouth again found his cock. “Oh Shit!” he gasped,
“I’ve watched my dad and his friends but I never imagined it could be
this good!”

My mouth was filling with his precum and my own juices were now smearing
over Rob’s gleaming boots as I pushed my cock against them. I moved a
gloved finger to Rob’s boots and slid it into the slick smear of my ooze
then pulled back from his cock and brought the same finger to my mouth
allowing his slick juices to empty onto it. Rob’s butt crack was tight
but my slick gloved finger slipped between his buns with only a little
effort.

When Rob realized what I was doing he thrust backward and spread his
legs slightly. My finger pushed into his hole and he cried out in
delight, squirming as I worked it around inside of him. “Now, babe!” I
groaned, “Ride me! Take my hot cock up your ass.” I stepped back to the
bed and lay on my back. Rob reached into the drawer behind him and
pulled out a handful of condoms and a tube of lubricant. “Yes, Oh Fuck!
Yes!” Rob gasped now following me onto the bed and lying next to me.

Rob tore the foil from one of the rubbers and placed it onto the head of
my cock then rolled it delicately down my hard shaft with two leather-
clad fingers. I gasped as the tight latex encased my rigid member, its
pressure making me become even harder. Rob began to kiss my nipples and
at the same time open the tube of lubricant. I felt the coolness of the
lubricant as he smeared it from the tube onto my sheathed cock. I
whispered, “Yes! Make it slick so you can take it all.” Spreading his
leathered legs and straddling my crotch Rob slipped the tube of
lubricant between his buns and squeezed the slick gel into his ass. I
grasped the base of my cock and held it against his hole; Rob dropped
down and ever so slowly impaled his tight, slick anus on my hardness.
Once the full length of my cock was in Rob’s hole he held onto my
harness straps and began to slowly writhe and rotate his hips as though
he were riding me.

I had never felt anything like Rob’s tight ass clamping onto my cock.
Now lying with my head back and my mouth open gasping and thrusting my
hips up and down – I bucked violently as Rob rode me. Our motion became
quicker and quicker, Rob dropped forward and began to squeeze my tits
with his gloved hands then brought his masked face to mine; our open
mouths came together. His tongue slid nearly into my throat, I began to
suck it. My leather-encased hand slid over the smooth leather of his
chaps and then down between Rob’s legs and onto his balls. I squeezed
and rubbed the orbs hanging at Rob’s crotch and felt juices from his
rigid cock smearing against my wrist, my other hand dropped to Rob’s
crotch and I began to stroke his wet prod and roll its head with my
gloved fingers.

My cock felt as though it was about to burst and I could feel Rob’s
balls begin to draw up as spasms began in his groin. He drew in his
breath sharply and clamped his ass tight to my cock then cried out “Oh!
Motherfucker! I’m going to cumm…..Unnnnn!” Hot orgasmic juices gushed
from Rob’s cock into my gloved hand and over my belly. He rose up and I
could see his cock dancing and jerking, spewing more jets of thick spunk
that spattered my leather harnessed chest and masked face. The orgasmic
shudders of Rob’s body caused him to slide off of my cock and the motion
brought me over the edge. I screamed, “I’m creaming! Yeeeaaahhh!” and
grabbed the latex sheath encasing my cock - pulling it off just as my
eruption began. Hot cream squirted from my twitching member into the
crack of Rob’s still quivering ass and then over his balls, cock and
belly as our writhing brought us back together. I wrapped my booted legs
around his, the leather of my boots creaking as it rubbed over his
chaps. My gloved hands clasped his anal mounds and pulled Rob down so
that the last of my jism smeared with his onto both of our wet crotches.

We both sort of collapsed our bodies heaving from the exertion of our
climax. I moved my gloved hands to the back of Rob’s head and drew his
mouth to my chest – he began to lick the spatters of jizz from my tits
and leather harness straps, then worked upward over my neck to my face
and lapped his juices from my leather mask. His cum laden mouth moved to
mine and we kissed again pressing our groins and now softening cocks
together writhing slightly and feeling our bodies slide against the
slick wetness left by our orgasms. As our kiss ended Rob smiled and
panted, “Damn! Stud! That was a wild ride!” I slid my gloved hands over
his smooth body feeling his tight ass and the smooth leather of his
chaps then kissed his masked face lightly and replied, “You’d better
stay leathered up – this isn’t going to be your last!”

Rob’s father didn’t return until early Monday morning, so we managed to
get in a lot of riding over the weekend. Both kinds!

Bootlicker's Vacation. By Roger

Unfortunately, real bootlickers who are exclusively into boot fetishism are few and far between. A great number of them do not have the guts to carry on with their desires to fulfill their erotic compulsions ; others, are simply not true and genuine boot fetishists, and use the practice of licking boots just for a few seconds in order to gain access to the cocks of their so-called Boot Masters.

I personally do not suck cocks. I do not fuck, or get fucked. My entire world is BOOTS!…Male and Macho booted feet are my whole Universe. The smell, the feel, the pressure of boot leather on me is a feeling of delight and ecstasy. I was created and born to service Boots. To be dominated by Boots. To lick and suck, chew on and eat Boots worn on the hot , big and brawny feet of Boot Masters who can find erotic satisfaction from their position of superiority and domination. Men whose sexual urges lead them to dominate, control and trample the faces of other men. Men wearing uniforms that are symbolic of such powers and urges, uniforms that include riding breeches and knee-high riding boots such as those worn by motorcycle cops or by bikers from all walks of life usually used to dominate, order and command other ordinary humans like they dominate their powerful machines. Such boot-wearing men know and feel the power of boots. Their boots are the boots of the Law…They know that they are wearing Law Boots, and that they wear them to enforce Boot Law!….And they demand worship and respect for their boots from all low life, ordinary citizens. Both the motorcycle and mounted Cops along with groups of powerfully booted bikers present the perfect image of such power and domination .

Several years ago, I spent a holiday in Mexico City. Observing the cycle Cops there wearing the most sexy tan riding breeches and high brown leather riding boots with spurs!…brass spurs gleaming like gold!….It was the first time I was seeing motorcycle Cops wearing spurs with their motorcycle boots!….I was so turned on by the sight of those motor officers that my heart started to beat out of control!….I wanted to touch those boots, caress, kiss, lick and eat them!….So, I decided that I would work out some sort of contrivance to get to those irresistibly attractive and erotic riding boots!….

My Hotel offered the services of personal guides. So, I hired one to drive me all along everywhere I wanted to go, and also to serve as an interpreter since I did not speak fluent Spanish, although I could understand it quite well. I hired that guide for the entire length of my stay in Mexico City picking me up every morning at eight a.m. and staying with me for as late in the day as I wanted.

I explained to the guide that I had a vow to fulfill, a pledge, a promise that I had made to God for some favor. And that vow was to clean and polish the long riding boots worn by the Police or the Army Officers, or the cavalry cadets of the Military Academy.
Knowing that Mexicans are very religious and particularly superstitious, I was certain that my explanation would not raise too many eyebrows. I asked my guide to drive me to the best suitable place to fulfill my vow. So, he drove me to the central motorcycle police station in Mexico City, a big place swarming with motor officers and their machines. There were three boot shine chairs for the cops, manned by three bootblacks. The bootblacks were in constant demand and were paid one peso for the shine. In addition to them, an old, toothless woman was sitting on the floor next to the boot shine chairs polishing spurs while the boots were turned shiny.
I made a deal through my guide-interpreter with one of the bootblacks to take his place, and I offered double the money he would earn during the day to let me do his work. I also made a deal with the cops that my services would be free of charge since all this was my pledge. They nodded and understood.
For seven days, eight hours a day, I cleaned and polished the boots and the spurs of the cycle Cops ( the old lady was paid off by me as well ). I enjoyed myself as never before!… For me, this was not work. It was an erotic caressing of the Cops' boots and spurs!….
But this was not all of it!…On the second day, I went a step further. And, with the help of my guide, I explained to the cops that I had to use my tongue and my mouth on their boots; this, being a part of the vow. And the cops were most cooperative. They really wanted me to fulfill the vow thoroughly and completely. They stopped reading the sports section of the paper while in the boot shine chairs, and took an active part in the procedures. Whenever I did not use my mouth or my tongue long enough on the boots, the cops would command me to do a better job. Whenever my fervor abated, they would order me to work harder, and get into the bottom of the leather folds and creases formed at the ankles of the boots,…. To lick well around the edges of the soles and the heel,… to lick and suck the spurs clean before polishing them with the cloth.
Observing me at work that way, some other cops, while laughing, jokingly told the other two regular bootblacks at work at the two neighboring boot-shine chairs: con la lingua, con la lingua !… meaning to use their tongues on the boots they were actually polishing. One of the bootblacks responded to the cops request by jokingly stroking his tongue over the boot leather a few times provoking the laughter and applause of everybody.
Mira!….Mira!….the cop whose boots I was licking while feeling the pressure of my tongue through the leather would exclaim , drawing his fellow cops' attention to how I was working with my tongue and my mouth on his boots. A group of cops gathered around the chair to enjoy watching the new bootblack at work. And, whenever I did not use my mouth or my tongue with enough pressure and like I really meant it, the cops would command me to do a better job, pointing at several spots on the boots that I had to do over again.
Day by day I grew bolder and asked more and more from the cops. For instance, to place a booted foot on top of my shoulders while I serviced the other boot and to make
it painful and punishing. And since there were always several cops around watching me licking the boots, I asked them to place a booted foot on each one of my thighs and also apply some painful pressure with the sole, the heel and the spur of their boots while I worked to make it meritorious for me. I also begged them to give orders and commands on how to do the job well and to be very demanding. All the cops thoroughly cooperated and more.
But, however happy I was, there was one more unfulfilled desire in my mind while licking and sucking the leather of those magnificent riding boots and spurs. I deplored the fact that I could not crown the trip with licking and sucking the naked feet of a few cops after a day's work on their bikes! I mentioned this to my guide, of course, on the formerly used religious pretext. My guide told me: "that can be arranged easily". And, he turned out to be a man of his word.
The following evening he took me to the home of one of the cycle cops where, with the master of the house, four more of his cop companions were waiting in full uniforms, boots, spurs and all, having a beer…. There, I really had a treat!… For four full hours, I was allowed to smell, lick and suck their dirty and sweaty boot socks right out of their boots on their feet, and then, lick and suck their dirty and sweaty bare feet while they laughed and made all sorts of remarks about such a life style: " to have this service every day." And thinking aloud further, they would say: " the State should provide such services automatically to every cop by sentencing prisoners to do that type of work" etc. etc. The cops kept pushing, cramming and twisting their bare sweaty feet inside my mouth entering with all five toes as far as their high insteps and ordering me to suck and slurp loudly on each foot, to swallow it, to eat it for several minutes. They insisted to really hear the sucking and the slurping sounds that I could make with their foot in my mouth. They all had a big thrill watching me eat their sweaty toes one by one and then all five of them at once and seeing as well as feeling my tongue exploring in between each toe to give that foot a complete and thorough cleansing. No one pulled his foot out of my mouth of his own volition. I had to do it when I felt that there was no longer anything to clean; no foot sweat nor toe jam to eat and taste.
I experienced heavenly delight during those four hours while the cops alternated in treading, crushing , kneading and trampling all over my face and especially my mouth with their bare and socked feet and the soles and heels of their spurred riding boots favoring in particular the arch area of the sole right under the instep between the sole and the heel where the spur strap passes under the boot.
I have licked and sucked many pairs of boots in my bootlicking life. But, I have never tasted nor smelled such delightful boot leather. What irresistible boot leather aroma!. It must be due to the boot leather tanning process used in Mexico. The odor, and I should say the perfume of Mexican boot leather acts as a strong aphrodisiac and a powerful erotic stimulus. It can drive a boot fetishist to sexual ecstasy!….
The remaining two days of my vow were spent in this way. During business hours, I cleaned the boots and spurs at the Police Station. During the evenings, I did the double cleaning at the cop's home with a fresh group of cops.
If there is a Heaven, this must be it!…I have never been so ecstatically happy in my entire life!…Those Mexican cops were my absolute Gods!…generous, good-hearted and sympathetic!. And I have never worshipped or loved any gods more in my life!.. After I die, I ask for nothing more ( or less ) !…That is how I would love to spend my entire eternity!
When I left them the last day, three of the cops gave me three pairs of their old riding boots complete with spurs and an old pair of their much worn and sweaty socks stuffed inside the boots for me to remember them after I got back home in my Country . I still have the spurs, but I had to throw away the boots after they had been involved in a flood I had in my basement where I kept the boots and that they developed mildew all over them after. But, I still keep the spurs as memorabilia to remind me of those godly Mexican Cops whom I worshipped so deeply while I had the privilege and the honor of being in contact with their boots for 7 whole days as their bootblack and boot lackey.

O Captain, My captain!

On days like this, when he was weary and feeling older than his years, the
captain wondered what the heck he and his little post of half a dozen men
were doing out here any more.  The Indian wars--in this part of Montana at
least--were long over, and the big ranchers around either resented him and
his men or ignored them.  It seemed as if the coming year would end the
century and would put an end to men like him as well.  People were saying
it was going to be a different world, with all these new-fangled machines
and such, but so far, the twentieth century looked as if it would be just
like the nineteenth, at least for all he could see.  Maybe 1900 would be
different from 1899, or maybe he would just feel better after a bath and a
night's sleep.  Or so he was brooding to himself as he walked into his
cabin and took off his broad-brimmed hat.  He had bent down a little as he
passed under the door jam--he was a tall man--and when he looked up, he saw
Bill, his orderly, standing to attention beside his desk.
 The captain smiled tiredly at the other man.  "At ease, sergeant,"
he said.  Bill relaxed slightly, but still stood expectantly.  He was a man
in his mid thirties, dark-haired, dark-eyed, with fair skin a little burnt
by constant days on duty at the small outpost, with its half a dozen
cabins, stockade to keep the horses in, and not much else.  The man was not
as tall as his captain, and not so largely framed, but he was sturdy
looking, with handsome, clear-cut features, a soft-looking, sandy mustache,
and a good chin.  He was half out of uniform, in tall boots and sky blue
kersey trousers held up by braces over his shoulders.  He wore no tunic, as
was usual for all the men around their cabins, but simply had the upper
half of his longjohns showing and wore a large, blue and white bandanna
sagging from his throat in a soft triangle.  The captain turned to hang his
hat on its accustomed peg by the door.
 "Anything on your mind, sergeant?" he asked genially.  He was
tired, but he was fond of the man standing opposite.  Surprised when he
received no answer, he turned and looked at the other man, who stood still,
without looking at him.  Puzzled, the captain glanced down, and then he
smiled slowly at what he saw and cocked an eyebrow at his orderly.
 "So, son," he said quietly, "something is on your mind, eh?"  He
gestured at his desk and looked expectantly at the other man.  On his desk
were a hank of soft but strong-looking rope and a stack of his own big
bandanna handkerchiefs.
 "Yes, sir," Bill said, still standing almost at attention and
looking straight ahead.  "I . I thought you might ."  He hesitated, and
then went on.  "That you might be tired, sir, and need some quiet time just
with me."  He glanced slowly sidewise now to meet his superior officer's
amused blue gaze.
 "Did you, son?"  his captain said lightly.  He took a long-legged
step or two over to his desk and reached to pick up the hank of rope.
Hefting it with a slow smile, he said, "Somehow, I sense you're
contemplating a change from the other days when we've spent some quiet
time, as you call it, together, yes, sergeant?  I think that this time you
mean for your captain to, uh, how shall we say, be the 'silent' partner?
Is that it?"
 His orderly nodded.  "Yes, sir."
 The captain nodded in return.  For a moment, he simply stood there
without saying anything more.  A big man as well as a tall one, he was long
in the arm and leg, deep-chested, with a thick head of graying, light
brown, curly hair, intelligent blue eyes deepset under thick brows, and a
heavy, gray-brown mustache framing ruddy lips.  Rather older than his
sergeant, about fifty, he was still a nice-looking man.  He was dressed
more formally than his orderly, in similar boots and kersey trousers, but
with a collarless white shirt beneath his unbuttoned tunic.  Around his
neck he wore a yellow silk kerchief knotted behind and hanging down in a
big soft triangle in front.  At the moment, just returned from a long
session in town spent trying to persuade reluctant merchants to supply his
tiny outpost at fair prices, he was looking a bit worn and tired.  He
stripped off his tunic and tossed it onto his cot, and then he gave a small
sigh and, almost abruptly, sat down in the hard wooden chair in front of
his desk.
 "That sounds awfully good, son," he said quietly, holding out the
hank of rope.
 His orderly stirred suddenly from his rigid pose of respectful
attention into quick life.  He grinned, showing strong white teeth under
his mustache.  Taking the rope, he loosened the twist that held it neat and
played it out, separating the hank into its several lengths.  Keeping one,
he laid the rest on his officer's desk, and then he knelt down on one knee
behind the older man.  He drew first one and then the other of his
captain's arms behind the chair and used the length of rope to bind his
hands together at the wrists.  He pulled the rope firmly but not painfully
snug, leaving a length at the knot that he pulled down and tied off on the
back rung of the chair.  The other man submitted to this docilely, a faint
smile showing beneath his thick mustache.
 Standing up, Bill took another length of rope and bound the older
man's arms to his sides, lashing his upper arms to the side rails of the
chair back and coiling the rope in tight loops around his big chest.  He
pulled the rope tight and knotted it off hard behind the other man.  Taking
up more rope, he came around in front of his captain and knelt down.  The
older man watched his sergeant with a smile that could only be called fond
as he tied his legs tightly together at the knees and the ankles and then
bound them securely to the front rungs of the chair.
 "You really are a good-looking boy, sergeant," the captain said
softly.  His orderly looked up from binding the other man's ankles for a
moment, a shy smile on his lips.  Then he went back to his task, securing
the older man tightly into the sturdy wooden chair.  Pulling the last knot
firm, he got to his feet and stood looking down at his superior officer for
a moment.  The man was tightly and effectively bound.  His obvious
helplessness seemed in odd contrast both to his looks, which were strong
and masculine, and to his expression, which was calm and mildly expectant.
 "You're a handsome old coot yourself, sir," the younger man said
with a sly grin.
 The older man lifted his eyebrows slightly and allowed himself a
half smile.  Then his expression softened as he sat looking up at his
companion.  He shook his head slightly and his smile widened.
 The other man stared down at him.  He was breathing a little more
heavily than usual, and his dark eyes looked almost anxious.
 "Geez, sir, you look so fine all tied up like that.  I've wanted to
see you trussed and helpless this way for--for a long time, sir."
 "Well, you've got me that way now, don't you, son?" the other man
said softly.
  "Almost, sir."  Bill grinned suddenly.  "But you need a gag.  A
big gag."
 His captain chuckled.  "Yes, son, you're right about that.  I need
a gag, and definitely a big one.  And you're gonna gag me, aren't you, son?
Stuff a couple of my bandanna handkerchiefs in my mouth and shut me up good
and proper?"
 Bill swallowed hard and nodded.  "Yes, sir," he said in a husky
voice.  "Yes, sir, I am gonna gag you.  I'm gonna gag you just as good as I
can manage."  He bent over the desk and took up the bandannas lying there.
The handkerchiefs were clean, worn but still strong, made of heavy blue and
white patterned cotton and a good two feet square.  He shook open first
one, then another, and then, with a quick sidelong glance at the other man
where he sat bound and watching, yet another.  He laid the three big
bandannas one on the other to form a triple thick square, which he then
gathered in upon itself, making an enormous puffy wad of soft cloth, as big
as a man's two fists.  Laying that aside, he shook open another bandanna
and folded that on the diagonal into a thick, wide bandage.  He stuffed the
folded bandanna into the waistband of his trousers and took up the huge wad
once more.
 As his orderly bent over him, the immense gag in his hand, the
captain looked up.  Bill stared down into his captain's blue eyes for a
moment.  Then, shyly, with an almost frightened expression on his handsome
face, he leaned close and kissed the other man on the lips.  For a long
moment, he pressed his mouth hard against the other man's, holding the kiss
and finally probing lightly with his tongue.  With a sharply intaken
breath, the other man let him in, and the two men explored each other's
tongues and teeth.  Bill held the back of his captain's skull cupped firmly
in his free hand, steadying the man's head as he kissed him so fiercely.
Then, abruptly, he broke the kiss, and while the older man still looked up
at him, his lips parted, a dazed, almost wild look in his wide eyes, he
thrust the huge wad of the gag into the man's mouth, shoving it in deep.
 "MMMMulugggummmmph!"  The captain's half-startled cry was
immediately stifled into a muffled grunt.  The younger man pushed in the
big gag, allowing no resistance.
 "Mmmmmph!  Mmugummmph!"  The older man moaned faintly as his
orderly crammed his mouth full with the immense ball of cloth.  His jaws
were forced wide open, and the soft wad filled the gape between them from
far back between his teeth to beyond his mustached lips.
 Bill took the folded bandanna from his waistband and jammed the
middle between his captain's teeth.  Pressing hard, he forced the thick
roll deep, and then he wrapped the long ends around the older man's head to
pull them into as tight a knot as he could manage at the base of the
fellow's skull.
 "Mmmmmmmph.  Mmmmmmph."  The captain grunted helplessly into the
huge gag.  His mouth was solidly packed with the soft cloth, and the tight
cinch prevented him from forcing it out.
 His orderly now turned back to the desk.  Taking up the two big
bandannas that remained, he shook open one and laid it out flat.  Then he
placed the other, still folded into a pad, at the center of the first.  He
folded the spread bandanna over the pad, enclosing it and forming a wide
bandage with a very thick middle.  Bending over his captain again, he bound
the bandage over the man's already stuffed and tied mouth.  He fitted the
thick middle of the bandage carefully between the man's nose and his strong
chin, and then he wrapped its wide wings over the man's faintly stubbled
cheeks, drawing the two ends into a knot at the base of his skull.  He
pulled the binding as tight as he could, ignoring the older man's muffled
grunts, and he tied the knot as hard as he could manage.  When he was done,
the lower half of his captain's face was enveloped in the thick swath of
soft cloth, his mouth tightly sealed up around the huge wad of his gag.
Above the taut band of blue and white cloth, the older man's eyes were wide
and a little strained.
 Bill held his captain's head gently in his hands and looked down
into the gagged man's face with an expression that mingled triumph,
arousal, and anxiety in a strange fashion.
 "Geez, I've wanted to do that, sir, to gag you, sir, really gag
you, with your own bandannas, for a long, long time."  He swallowed.  "You
look so good, sir, so handsome and strong and yet so helpless and-- and
vulnerable, sir."  Suddenly he sat down in the bound man's lap, straddling
him face to face and wrapping his arms around him and holding him close,
the other man's head turned aside and clasped against his chest.  He didn't
speak.  He simply held the other man tightly, crushing him in a tight
embrace.  The older man submitted. His eyes closed, and an expression of
relaxed contentment spread over his handsome features.
  After several moments, Bill eased himself back and looked down at
his captain.
 "Mmmmmmph.  Mmmmmph."  The older man struggled with his immense
gag.
 Bill smiled widely now, studying the man's face so close to his
own.
 "You're pretty helpless, aren't you, sir?"  he said softly.  "All
tied up and gagged up and helpless?"
 The older man nodded.  "Mmmm hmmmumph!"
 Bill nodded in return.  Then with a wicked smile, he dragged his
bandanna from his hip pocket and quickly folded it into a wide bandage.
 "Mmmmmmm.  Mmmmmmph."  His captain gave a few small whimpering
grunts into his huge gag and shook his head, plainly trying to resist, as
the younger man tied the bandanna over his eyes, effectively blindfolding
him.
 "It's all right, sir, I'll take it off in a minute."  He stroked
the soft bandage on the other man's eyes gently.  "I like to see those nice
blue eyes of yours.  But I want to look at something, and you watching me
makes me feel shy."
 Bill stood up and gazed down at the other man.  His captain was
utterly helpless now, completely at his mercy.  He was tightly and securely
bound into the chair, he was thoroughly, even cruelly gagged, and he was
blindfolded.
 Bill slowly knelt down in front of the older man and reached into
the crotch of his uniform trousers.  The man moaned into his gag as his
orderly unbuttoned the fly first of his pants and then of his longjohns.
With an almost scared expression, the younger man drew out his officer's
sex.  The man's dick was painfully stiff.  It stood upright in his groin,
the skin of the shaft stretched taut, the rounded tip swollen and deep
pink, a drop of precum oozing from the slit.
 "Mmmmmmmmugulummmph."  The older man groaned into his huge gag as
Bill gently stroked that hard cock.  He ran his long fingers slowly up and
down the stiff shaft, paddling the swollen tip lightly at each pass.  He
smiled to himself as he watched his captain's dick swell even harder
beneath his touch and the man himself strain uselessly at the ropes that
bound him so tightly.
 "Mmmmmmph!  Mmmmmmmmm!  Mmmmmmmmph!"  The older man moaned and
whimpered into his gag as his orderly continued his gentle assault.  At
last, with a sly upward look at the blindfolded man, Bill bent close and
took the other man's cock into his mouth.
 "Mmmmmmmmph!"  The captain grunted into his gag and shuddered in
the ropes that held him helpless.
 Bill sucked the swollen tip of the older man's dick tenderly,
prodding at the slit and savoring the sweet-salt taste of the man's precum
and swirling his tongue around the ridge beneath the swollen knob.  He
sucked slowly for a few moments just on the thick tip, teasing the man, who
whimpered into his huge and muffling gag.  Then he began to draw the man's
cock in deeper, sliding his mouth down and squeezing the tip and shaft with
his warm tongue.  He slowly pumped the man's dick for several minutes,
keeping the motion of his tongue and lips under close control, enjoying the
way his actions aroused the older man and yet did not give him the release
he wanted so desperately.  Above his slowly moving head, the older man
writhed in his bonds and moaned into his gag.
 After a few moments, Bill eased his mouth off his captain's cock
and slowly stood up.  In front of him, the older man mumbled into his gag
and pulled uselessly at his ropes.  He turned his head from side to side,
blinded by the bandanna bound over his eyes.
 "Geez, sir," Bill said softly, "you look so handsome like that, so
helpless and handsome."  With a strained expression, he reached down and
unbuttoned his flies.  He pulled out his cock, which was stiff with arousal
and wet at the tip with his precum.  Swallowing hard, the younger man
slowly stroked his own dick, sighing softly as his fingers caressed the
hard shaft and swollen tip.  His strokes grew more rapid, and then yet more
rapid, and then suddenly he stopped, and took a deep breath.
 "That was close," he murmured, "but I don't want to cum yet, sir,
I'm enjoying how you look too much, sir, `cause you look so good, sir,
geez, you look good."
 With a soft grunt, he released his own cock and bent over the older
man to loosen and remove the bandanna blindfolding him.  As the soft band
of cloth fell away, the captain searched for and found his orderly's gaze.
The older man's blue eyes were filled with tears, and he moaned into his
gag.
 "Mmmmmmmph.  Mugulummmmmmmph.  Mmmmmmmph."
 Bill smiled.  "I love that sound, sir.  I knew I would, and I do,
sir, that sound of you grunting into that big gag I put on you, of you
trying to speak, and not being able to.  I love hearing you moan and
whimper into that gag and knowing that you can't speak or yell or anything
because you're all gagged and I'm the man who gagged you."  As he spoke, he
took the bandanna he had used to blindfold his captain, and he bound it
tightly over the other man's mouth, fitting it snugly into a second seal
between his nose and chin and knotting it as tightly as he could behind his
head.  The older man moaned once more into his gag.
 Bill straightened up and smiled down at his helpless companion.  "I
need some more bandannas, sir."
 The captain nodded and looked over at the small chest at the foot
of his cot, where both men knew Bill kept his officer's clothing neatly
stacked and ready.  Bill grinned and crossed to the chest and opened it.
He took out a handful of the big squares of soft cloth and returned to lay
them on the desk.  He had noticed when he first came to serve under him
that his captain had more bandannas and more silk kerchiefs than any of the
several other men he had been orderly to before.  He had soon learned why.
 Working quickly, the younger man shook open and folded into wide
bandages two of the big bandanna handkerchiefs, forming thick swaths of
blue and white cloth.  He tucked one into his waistband and then, holding
the other, he once more sat down on the bigger man's lap.  Neither his cock
nor his captain's had lost any of their rigid arousal.  His captain's stood
up stiff, swollen, slightly curved, with its tip slick with precum and the
orderly's spit, from the older man's lap.  His own stood out at a steeply
upright angle from his crotch, stiff and painful with excitement.  Bill
pressed up close to his bound and gagged superior officer, a sly grin on
his handsome face.  He pushed his own stiff cock against his captain's
equally rigid member and then used the bandanna to bind their privates
together, wrapping the wide, soft bandage around them twice and tying it
off firmly.
 "Mmmmmmph.  Mugummmmmmph."  The captain moaned into his thick gag
as the younger man bound their cocks together and the soft cloth of the
bandanna and the soft skin of his orderly's dick rubbed against his
painfully swollen member.  As he finished knotting the bandanna, Bill took
his and his captain's dicks into his hands and gently began to massage
them, rolling them lightly against each other and stroking his palms one
moment, his fingers the next up and down their lengths.  He smiled as he
did so, looking down into his captain's muffled face, gazing into the man's
tear-filled blue eyes.  The older man strained uselessly at the tight ropes
that held him and moaned and whimpered into his gag, helpless to speed or
slow or in anyway control the way his younger companion forced his
excitement.
 After a little while, Bill found he could gently stimulate his
captain and himself simply by lifting himself up and down an inch or two
from the other man's lap and letting the binding bandanna rub their two
cocks together.  As he did this, he took the bandanna bandage from his
waistband and made as if to bind it over his captain's eyes.  The older man
shook his head slightly, in a hopeless way, knowing he could not prevent
the younger man blindfolding him if he wanted, but Bill smiled at him
tenderly.
 "You like looking, don't you, sir?"
 The other man nodded.  "Umm hmmmmph."  He grunted his agreement
softly into his thick gag.
 Bill nodded in return.  "Me, too.  I like looking at you, sir,
seeing you, really seeing how you're all tied up and gagged up and
helpless.  A big, strong man like you, sir, an officer, and a good one,
sir, you know that, sir, that I think that, sir, and I like that, sir, but
geez, I like having you all tied up like this and gagged, sir," and as he
said the word "gagged" he stressed the word specially.
 "Mmmmmmmm.  Mmmmmmmmmpht.  Mummmmmmmmmph."  The older man whimpered
into his gag, staring up at his orderly, who looked down at him with an
avid and triumphant expression in his dark eyes.  The younger man clasped
himself close against his captain, pressing the man's head against his
chest and bending to kiss the thick gray hair.
 "Migod, sir," he murmured, "migod, I can't tell you how good it
feels to have my captain as my captive, all tied and gagged and helpless."
He pulled back a little and looked into the older man's eyes.  With a sly
smile he said softly, "I'm gonna make you fuck me, sir.  You're all tied
and helpless and gagged, and I know now how much that excites you.  I'm
beginning to think it excites you even more than tying and gagging me did,
and I know how much that got you hot.  So you won't be able to stop me, and
I'm gonna keep you tied and gagged and make you put that sweet dick of
yours up my ass, and pump you till you cum and I cum.  Maybe I'll let you
loose then, but I'll have to give that some thought, sir.  Having you tied
and gagged, sir, all bound up with ropes like this and gagged like this
with your own bandannas, sir, well, I like that so much, I'm not sure I'll
ever be able to let you go.  But we'll worry about that later, sir.  Now
I'm gonna make you fuck me, sort of rape you in reverse, you might say." He
grinned down at the other man, who looked up at him, his eyes wide and
serious above the thick seal of his gag.  A tear spilled from one eye and
ran down his cheek to soak into the tight band of cloth that swathed and
covered the lower half of his handsome face.  Bill bent down and licked the
damp trail the tear had left, tasting the saltiness of it.  Then he
tenderly patted the older man's bandanna-swathed cheek.  "It'll be good,
sir, you'll see."  And he gave their bound cocks, both still stiff and
swollen, a gentle squeeze.
 After a moment more, Bill reached down and carefully unfastened the
bandanna that held their two cocks together.  He used that bandanna to bind
of up his own privates, looping the soft roll around the base of his cock
and balls and knotting it off snugly.  He used the second bandanna from his
waistband to bind his captain's privates in the same way.  Then he slowly
got up and stood looking down at the other man for a little while, gently
stoking the length of his stiff cock.
 The captain stared up at his orderly, completely helpless.  The
rope lashed him tightly into the sturdy chair, tight coils holding his
chest, and arms, and wrists, and thighs, and knees, and ankles.  He looked
as utterly unable to escape as he was, thoroughly and securely bound up.
The wide swath of the bandannas gagging him enveloped the man's strong
jaws, forming a thick, soft swath of blue and white cloth over the whole
lower half of his face and sealing in the huge wad that stuffed his mouth
to overflowing.  No matter how he tried, all the man could do was make low
moans and meaningless grunts into that smothering gag.
 As his captain watched him, wide-eyed above the tight gag, Bill sat
down on the captain's cot and pulled off his boots and socks.  Slipping his
braces off his shoulders, he took off his pants and laid them neatly on the
cot's lower end.  With a grin, he stripped off his longjohns as well, and
they joined his trousers in a neat pile.  Stripped except for his
neckerchief, he stood up and crossed over to where his captain sat bound,
gagged, and helpless.  Immediately he went down on the man, taking the
older officer's stiff prick into his mouth and wetting it heavily with his
spit.  Then he grinned at the other man as he straddled him where he sat
and pressed his backside over the captain's stiff cock.
 "You're gonna fuck me, Captain," he said hoarsely, starring down at
the older man.  The muscles in his thighs strained and bulged with the
effort of holding himself over the other man's lap.
 "Mmmmmmmmph.  Mugummmmmmmmph."  His captain moaned into his huge
gag, looking up at him with anxious eyes.
 Slowly, Bill eased the head of the older man's stiff prick into his
ass, allowing just the slick and swollen tip to penetrate.  Then he placed
his hands on either shoulder of the bound man, holding himself steady above
the other man's lap, allowing the muscles of his hole to get used to the
feel.  The captain moaned behind his gag and strained at his ropes.
 "Feel good, does it, sir?" his orderly whispered.  He was grinning,
but the strain showed in his expression nonetheless, and his voice sounded
hard and unnatural.
 The older man nodded and moaned once more.
 Slowly then, very slowly, Bill eased himself down onto his
officer's prick, allowing the man's cock to penetrate him gradually,
savoring the sensation as the swollen organ filled him up.  Beneath him,
the older man writhed in his bonds, unable to resist trying to push his
cock in more swiftly, but completely unable to do so because he was so
tightly bound.  He moaned again and again into his muffling gag, and
twisted his head from side to side.  At last Bill had taken in as much of
the other man's prick as his position allowed, and he let himself relax a
bit onto the other man's lap.  He slid his hands behind the older man's
back and he leant close to look into his captain's face.
 "Try and fuck me, Captain," he said softly.  The other man stared
at him for a moment, and then he tried to pump his cock in the younger
man's ass.  Bound so tightly into the chair as he was, and pressed down by
the other man's weight as well, he could not move.  He strained and grunted
and strained again, and then slumped down in his ropes, looking up at his
orderly, defeated and helpless.
 Bill nodded, a sly and yet tender smile on his lips.  "See now,
Captain, I'm in command here, aren't I, sir?"
 The older man nodded.
 Bill nodded in return.  Slowly, his eyes on the other man's the
while, he lifted himself up an inch or two, and then he squeezed the man's
swollen dick with the muscles of his asshole.
 "MMMMMPH!"  The captain groaned into his huge gag.
 "See, Captain?"  The orderly smiled wickedly at his superior
office.  "I'm in command.  I've got you all tied up, so you can't move.
And I've got you all gagged up, so you can't talk or yell or give me any
orders.  Not that I mind, usual times.  But now, I'm in command, aren't I?"
He looked down into the older man's blue eyes.  "Aren't I?" he said
harshly, and gave the man's cock a further squeeze.
 "Mmmmmmph!!!"  The older man threw back his head in pleasure and
nodded quickly.
 "And now I'm gonna rape you, Captain."  As he spoke, Bill slowly
began to pump himself up and down on the older man's rigid cock, squeezing
and contracting his muscles as he lifted himself slowly up and down on the
man's lap.  Sweat beaded his brow and the smile on his handsome face was
strained, but he also began to moan in pleasure as he felt his captain's
hard dick rub more and more intensely inside him.  Beneath him, helpless,
tied, and gagged, the older man groaned and whimpered as his rigid cock
grew more and more swollen inside his younger orderly.  His head went back,
and his breath whistled through his nostrils, and he kept up a constant
moan into his tight gag.
 As he maintained the steady pumping on the other man's cock, Bill
watched with bright eyes as his captain grew more and more aroused,
twisting desperately in the ropes that held him tight to his chair and
groaning through his huge gag.  He increased the speed of his movements,
and the older man moaned loudly despite the huge gag, and his eyes went
back in his head.  With a final effort, Bill pumped rapidly up and down
once, twice, three times, four times, and he was rewarded as the older man
suddenly went stiff and then shuddered uncontrollably, moaning frantically
into his gag as he shot his hot jism into the other man's tightly squeezed
ass.  The older man strained at the ropes and practically screamed into his
gag as his climax pumped through him, heightened and concentrated into the
trembling intensity of his spasming cock by his inability to move or yell
aloud.
 As the older man slowly relaxed, Bill shoved himself down onto his
still rigid cock.  With hasty fingers he untied the big bandanna from
around his neck and wrapped it around his own stiff prick and frantically
stroked his cock.  He was already aroused to the very brink by the
sensations of being fucked by his captain and of taking his commanding
officer so forcefully, of having the older man so helpless, so bound and
gagged into utter submission even as he made love to him.  He stared down
at the older man beneath him, who sat exhausted, tied and gagged, and he
jerked off desperately, strangling his cry behind his teeth and pumping his
hot cum into the soft bandanna in blinding climax.  He moaned and grunted
and pumped, twitching on the older man's lap, and almost thrashing himself
off.  With a long, intaken breath, he collapsed against the other man's
broad chest.  For several moments, too drained by his ecstatic climax and
by the sheer strain of his efforts to move, he simply lay there, trying to
bring his breathing under control.  Then he slowly eased himself up,
resting his arms heavily on the other man's wide shoulders.  He found his
captain looking up at him, his eyes moist, his expression tender above the
cruel gag.
 Clumsily, Bill loosened the knot in the outer bandanna and used it
to wipe his captain's sweaty forehead and cheeks.  Then he loosened the
next bandanna, the one with the second handkerchief folded into its middle,
and let it fall away.  There remained the cinch, tied so tightly around the
older man's head, and he loosened that and pulled it from between his
captain's teeth.  With gentle fingers, he reached inside and drew the huge
wad of the gag from the man's mouth.  His captain swallowed, and worked his
jaws, and swallowed again.  He tried to speak, but his mouth was too dry.
Bill bent down and kissed him, working his own saliva into the older man's
mouth and swishing his tongue gently over the man's lips, his teeth, the
inside of his cheeks.  He drew back, and let the man work his jaws once
more, and then he kissed the man again, pressing his lips hard against the
other man's mouth.  Finally he broke the kiss and looked down at his
superior officer.
 "Bill ," the older man said, and then he stopped.  He swallowed and
seemed unable to go on.
 "Are you all right, sir?" his orderly asked softly.
 The older man looked up to meet his anxious gaze.  He nodded, but
even as he did so, tears spilled slowly from his eyes.  He shook his head
in a bewildered way.  "I've never, I mean, no man's ever--" Again he
stopped.  He took a deep breath.  "No man's ever done that to me, son,
never."
 Bill stroked the other man's disheveled gray hair gently.  "Are you
all right, sir?" he asked again.
 The captain looked up at him.  "I dunno, son.  I just dunno.  Oh
yes, oh yes, I do know.  It's just--" He gave a strangled chuckle as he
spoke and looked sidelong at his orderly.  "I mean, I think --I think I'm
getting--real attached to you, son.  Real attached."
 Bill tightened his arms around the other man.  "What's so wrong
about that, sir?" He smiled as he bent and kissed the top of the other
man's head.  "I've been real attached to you for a long time now.  It's not
so bad, I promise you."  He stroked the older man's hair.  "Don't you
worry, sir.  You and me will work it out, I promise you."
 
Copyright 1999 David W. Brown

Boot Patrol

Men in uniform have always been in my dreams. And the uniforms that
turned me on the most always seemed to include a show of highly polished
boot leather. I can’t count how many times I beat off thinking of
certain young men who patrolled our town on big white motorcycles in
snug blue uniforms, armoured up in leather jackets and boots to their
knees.

As a former surfer and weekend rugby player, my high school buddies were
all surprised, even pissed off at me when I told them I had applied to
the police academy. They were even more pissed off when I volunteered to
become what most of the kids (well, the boys, anyhow) feared and
despised the most, a “FuckWad Motor Cop.”

I knew instinctively that I had to be alone the first time I put on my
motor squad uniform. The tight riding breeches were quite a change from
the baggy jeans I’d always worn. I liked the change. I liked the way
they showed off my rugby player muscular legs. When I pulled on my tall
patrol boots and I stood in front of a full length mirror, I grew the
biggest instant hard-on of my life. For the first time in my life, I
beat off thinking of and lookin’ at ME!

There was, of course, no training in Motor School on how to control all
that . It required a form of super self discipline, and I had to learn
that on my own...... which I did...more or less.



During my first few months on patrol, I stopped lots of young guys for
speeding, and was surprised at how many of them seemed to be checking
out my boots. Or was it all my imagination? A few of them even started
to get a woody as they did so. Or was that my imagination too? When
dealing with these boys, I always ended up clinging to the safe role of
the super straight cop. Such a cop wouldn’t think of asking a young man
if he was hot for cop boots. So I chickened out, played it straight, and
I was getting pretty disgusted with myself.



That all changed when one day, out of the horny blue, I pulled over this
little sports car that was going way too fast. I dismounted my bike,
swingin’ a boot over the saddle in my usual calculated slow motion. I
unbuckled my helmet as I walked slowly up to the driver's window. What
was waiting for me there, stopped me in my tracks. He was a darkly
handsome Latino boy, and as I was walking toward him, he never took his
eyes off my boots! When he did finally look up into my mirrored shades,
I saw he was pretty scared.
"Officer, please! You can't give me a ticket - my parents are going take
away my car for sure. Please....!?"
"Your PARENTS!?!?", I said in my most sarcastic tone, purposely not
looking at him but down at his driver's license. I read his name, Juan
Modina. He was 23 years old. And even his picture on the license was
sexy as hell!
“So your parents don’t like you speeding either, huh!”
"Yeah, I mean YES SIR. They bought me this car. I kinda had a need for
speed but I’m really working ’ on controllin’ that. Problem is I already
got written up once. I'm so-o-o dead meat if I get another ticket."
As I looked into Juan’s ’s pleading dark brown eyes, I thought I noticed
something more than the usual whining' of a dumb kid trying to beat a
ticket. What I saw--or thought I saw-- caused my meat to bulge on the
spot. As Juan begged, he kept sneaking glances over the side of the car
back down at my boots. He tried to be real discreet about it, but it
sure seemed he couldn't keep his eyes off them.

But hold on. maybe he was just trying to show me how repentant he was.
Two things I knew for sure. This kid was desperate to beat that ticket,
and I was getting desperate to stop playing it safe.

" Look here," I said, " you were way out of line going so fast. But you
seem like a nice kid. Maybe I could give you a break. Suppose I were to
rip up this ticket. Would you be willng to show your thanks by doing
something special for me? ” As I said that, I looked down at my boots,
then up at him. . I could see his interest and curiosity was growing.

Juan looked down at my boots before he answered my question.

“I’ll do anything you say, sir. Really! Anything!”

So I took the biggest risk of my life. Instead of handing him the
ticket, I scribbled my home address on a slip of paper. As he took it, I
said, “The thing is, at home I got four pairs of boots just like the
ones I’m wearin’ now. They’re all gonna need your attention . And I may
need some personal attention from you too. If you're not on doorstep at
7 sharp, I will turn in this ticket. And one other thing-
“
Do you own a pair of boots?”

“Yes sir.”

Spend a Night with the Corps

I really enjoy looking at men in tall spit shined riding boots. It's the combination of that totally masculine authority of boots and that wonderfully sensual look and smell of quality leather and boot wax combined with those beautifully undulating surfaces of well cared for boots. Motorcycle cops, RCMP's, police on horseback, English riding boots and polo boots that are well shined make me instantly hard. Having mutual sex with a horny guy in boots is always delicious but I guess there is nothing like remembering that first time with another guy in boots that still can set my cock tingling. There's a college in Texas that has a Corps of Cadets that predates the formal ROTC program in most colleges. The Corps of Cadets was started in the late 1890's and now comprises more than 2200 cadets from freshman (fish) to Senior cadets who wear the sexiest spit shined plain brown knee high riding boots with their uniforms. I've always preferred black spit shined boots but these brown boots are real sexy to me. The Corps has its own uniform that is similar to the army ROTC olive drab winter uniform but they wear light colored breeches and a drill instructor flat brimmed cover with it. In the summer they wear a light tan weight version to cope with the Texas heat. The Senior cadets wear riding breeches with their boots. Cadets other than Seniors wear standard issue uniform pants with spit shined black low quarters. Each spring there is a Corps of Cadets recruiting weekend for high school Seniors who are coming to this college to consider joining the Corps. It's called "Spend a Night with the Corps". My dick gets hard just hearing those words again!
Back in high school no one knew about my boot fetish much less my homosexuality. I was very careful to keep all those powerful urges to myself. I had a small and discrete collection of favorite boots and cordovan plain toe shoes that I'd fuck regularly but I had no boot buddies at that time to share my secrets with. In fact I was not sure there was anyone else on the face of the earth that had this powerful reaction to boots and the guys that wore them.
Anyway, I jumped at the chance to get a little closer to those wonderful Senior booted studs and signed up for the Corps weekend. I wore my new Justin black ropers which at that time were not so common a sight. I spit shinned them well and gave them a good funking before I left for the college campus that day. I especially like boots when they are just broken in, fit comfortably but still have that almost new leather smell. I thought it was a good idea to cum at least once before I arrived on campus and saw any of those sexy Senior boots. I thought having shot a load on my new Roper's that morning would make it easier to stay in control of my urges when I got to campus.
The Corps weekend activities were very well coordinated and I learned more than I cared to about all the history and traditions of the Corps of Cadets. Mostly I found reasons to stare at all those hot young men in their Senior Boots and breeches. Actually, by the time the weekend was over I became quite a connoisseur of spit shined tall brown riding boots noticing all the subtle differences in custom boot shapes, the different look of thin calves guys boots compared to heavy calves, the many styles of spurs worn, and finally the quality of the spit shine. My biggest problems were making sure I wiped the drool off my chin before it stained my shirt and disguising my raging hard on whenever possible! But now on to the good stuff.
The dorm room I was assigned belonged to a Senior named Keith Zimmerman. He was none too happy about my being assigned to his room. It seems Seniors do not have to participate in hosting roommates but his regular roommate was in the hospital and I got assigned the vacant bed. I was so damn excited to be in the same room with this guy I did not mind his attitude. Actually he calmed down after a while and we hit it off quite well. I played trumpet in High School Band and Keith played trombone in the Corps of Cadets Band. While Keith was telling me about all the fun he has in the Corps I was visually devouring him. He was about 5'10" 185 lbs. dirty blonde close-cropped hair and sparkling deep brown eyes you could get lost in. His body was well proportioned and he had a great firm well-shaped ass. I had to make believe I understood all he was saying while I lusted after this studly booted beauty strutting around the room. I was a little relieved when he finally sat down on the bed across from me. At least I could concentrate on his sparkling boots and not lust after his ass quite so much. I had to remind myself to stay in control of my urges and not give in to my desire to jump this guy, rip off his uniform and have my way with him and his sexy boots! I had to remind myself of this many times before the night was over.
After dinner in the dorm cafeteria Keith invited me to come along with him and a few of his Senior buddies to their local watering hole. We walked across the quad to the bar and on the way I was tantalized by the sound of these four Seniors in Boots with large horseshoe heel cleats and small toe cleats beating a rhythm on the pavement. It was great to be this close to four guys in boots but I was not ready for the erotic sound of those cleats as they hit the pavement. By the time we reached the bar I needed a cold beer to pour in my crotch to calm me down!
It seems Seniors are big beer drinkers but are not allowed to get drunk in uniform. Because this was the recruiting weekend all the cadets had to stay in uniform so I heard a lot of complaining about how much they could drink if only they were in civvies! I like beer; I've always liked it and can drink my fair share even at that young age. I made it a point to sit next to Keith as we all piled into the booth at the bar and my goal was to make sure his glass was never empty. I was beginning to think I had a real shot at bedding old Keith when he started to let his leg rest against mine in the crowded booth. I loved the feel of his leg against mine and wished I had a legitimate reason to slide under the table and give his boots a good cleaning with my tongue on my way up to burying my face in his crotch and while I was under the table, I should service those other three guys and their boots. But for right now, I had to deal with reality and settle for a nice leg lean while I poured as much beer into Keith as I could. By 11 PM those Cadets were feeling pretty good but unfortunately Keith seemed to be holding his beer pretty well although he was slurring some words which gave me some hope for later. We walked and staggered some on the way back to the dorms and saluted good night to the other three Seniors. Keith and I went to his room and before I closed and locked the door Keith fell on my bed fully clothed and seemed to be out of it. I decided not to rush things with him because I had no indication that he was interested in me in spite of the leg lean in the bar. Besides, I wanted to enjoy just looking at this handsome guy spread-eagled in my bed in the privacy of a locked room. It would have been too much to ask for Keith to be gay. I was pleased I had him to myself if only in a very limited way, but I'm not proud when it comes to spit shined boots on a masculine guy and there’s an opportunity to show my appreciation for his boots. I decided to just stand there by the door and watch Keith for a while and see what happens. In a few minutes Keith began to lightly snore and I knew it was time for me to inspect this hot cadet a little closer. I turned a desk light on across the room so I had some soft indirect light to drink in his wonderful body, uniform and boots. Keith was face up on my bed and he was lying slightly diagonally with his boots sticking straight off the end of the bed. I slowly got down on my knees between his legs and leaned over to his right boot. I put my nose close to the boot shaft and began to drink in the wonderful smells of leather, wax and sweat. My heart was pounding with anticipation of being able to explore every surface of his sexy boots with my tongue and lips. I decided to start my worshiping and cleaning with his right boot sole. I've never been one to get into cleaning mud off boots I prefer clean well shined boots but I couldn't help noticing he had a very thin full leather sole with those great spurs that were attached to a small silver linked chain crossing under the boot between the gap of the heel and the arch. He also had those studly horse shoe cleats on his heel pad and a small one on the toe. I remembered how hot the sound of those cleats made me earlier. I gently kissed his heel and felt the cold metal of the big cleat and the nice smell of the full leather soles and heel. Keith did not seem to notice my first contact so I got a little bolder and began to tongue wash his sole and heel. I'd never done this before with any of my boots. I mostly concentrate my tongue and lips on the beautiful spit shined surfaces but I was really enjoying the feel of the slightly rough leather sole and the smell of the leather now wet with my saliva and the taste of the dust from the campus. I cleaned every square inch of his boot sole. My cock was rock hard and needing some relief from my jeans so I unzipped my fly and released my rod so I could stroke it as I worked my tongue up the instep of Keith’s boot on to that wonderfully smooth well polished brown leather. At the first feel of that spit shined boot leather my cock twitched and I had to consciously stop for a minute to calm down so I wouldn't blow my load right then. I wanted to take all night to cum on Keith's boots over and over again. At 19 years old I could cum many times a night and this night would provide all the stimulus I ever dreamed of.
When my breathing slowed down again I resumed my exploration of his right heel cup, which was extremely well shined and felt spectacular on my lips. His spurs were cool to my touch and the small chain rattled a little when I licked it. Now my tongue began gliding around the outside of his right foot and as I moved up the length of his foot I could feel his little toe on the side of the boot. It was really stimulating to feel the firmness of the leather as it encased his warm foot in this custom made boot. I could hardly wait to get my mouth and lips on the beautifully polished toe box; this is one of my favorite parts of a boot. It was smooth as glass and filled my entire mouth as I opened my jaw wide to allow my tongue to wash and caress the entire surface of the toe box. I'm close to cumming again and make myself break the embrace with Keith's boot toe. My heart is really racing now and I have to will myself to calm down and not shoot my load on this spectacular boot. It takes me almost five minutes to calm down.
I decide it is time to take my clothes off so I can really appreciate Keith and his boots. Thankfully he is continuing to snore lightly and doesn't seem to notice my caressing of his boot. I'm so worked up by now that I'm not sure I would stop even if he did wake up, but luckily for me, he remained asleep. I put my new spit shined black ropers back on my bare feet. I love the feel of bare feet on the soft leather lining of a good boot. I could only imagine what it would feel like to wear Keith's boots but I had lots of love making to do before I would be pulling those beauties off his legs tonight. My cock was still dripping with pre-cum when I re-approach this sleeping booted beauty.
I got back down on my knees and gave the toe of his boot a nice long suck and caress with my tongue and then slowly slid my mouth back from the toe and up his arch enjoying the leather ripples that trace the shape of his foot in the boot. I next kissed the leather strap holding his spurs on and let my tongue slide between the strap and the boot surface underneath. I tell myself to slow down and really enjoy every inch of this boot but it is hard to go slowly when my heart is pounding from this beautiful boot. Now my tongue is exploring the sensuous folds of boot leather at his ankle where the boot shaft breaks down. My tongue follows the soft valleys around the side of his boot moving back to just above the heel cup. The spur glistens in the soft light. Now my lips begin the erotic climb of his spit shined boot shaft. The smell of the leather and wax is especially strong here and very satisfying to me. I let my tongue take long wide laps at this wonderfully smooth shaft. I turn my head sideways and open my mouth wide to let my lips slide over the gleaming surface. I slowly and systematically cover every inch of his boot shaft by gently lifting his leg up just enough to get my lips under the back seam of the boot. The well-shined leather now wet with my saliva glints in the light of the desk lamp. I pause and kiss some of the highlights reflecting off this spectacular boot shaft surface.
I finally reach the top of the shaft and my tongue finds the soft cloth of his breeches. I can smell Keith's sweat where his breeches meet the top of his boot. He smells so good to me that it pushes me over my limit. I can no longer deny myself the pleasure of orgasm so I stood up and straddled his boot and let my boiling cock come to rest on his boot shaft just above the ankle. I love the feel of the warm boot between my legs. That sensuous toe box rests wonderfully near my ass hole. My balls are resting gently on his instep and I begin to slowly and sensually hump this handsome guy’s sexy boot. I love the feel of his warm boot against me and I lean down to get as much of my stomach and chest in contact with the gleaming leather as possible. I wrap my hands and arms around his warm sexy boot as I press it into my body. I hear the light jingle of the spur chain as it hits the heel pad as I stroke his boot with my whole body. I work hard at keeping my humping rhythm as slow as possible so I can get as many strokes as possible from this embrace. My eyes course up Keith’s breeches as I imagine what his cock would feel like in my mouth. His uniform is surprisingly neat for having been worn all day. He is so handsome in his uniform with colored braids on the left shoulder and ribbons on his chest. His eyes are closed but I remember those deep brown orbs and enjoy being lost in making love to his wonderful boot. I hold my breath as I stroke Keith’s boot and I can hear soft leather creaks as my cock presses onto the boot shaft and I squeeze the foot of his boot between my legs moving his toe closer to my butt hole. It is the combination of all these wonderful sensations but especially the soft creaking of the leather under my cock thrusts that pushes me beyond description. My cock is throbbing with anticipation and my head is swimming as I drink in the feel, smell and warmth of this handsome cadet. It doesn't take long for my cock to explode. I grunt uncontrollably as I shoot ropes of cum all over his beautiful boot. I hear myself saying softly, Oh Keith!, Oh Keith!. I lean a little harder on Keith's leg and squeeze his boot between my legs as the last of my load oozes out of my cock head. It was a great orgasm, my knees feel weak but I can't break the embrace. I lean one knee on the bed and gently kiss Keith’s crotch to thank him for being such a cooperative, though unconscious partner in my boot lovemaking. I rest my face in his crotch and drink in his smell. I'm careful not to press too hard, though I would love to suck his tool and clean his balls with my tongue on my way to exploring his beautiful ass. But first things first. It's only about twelve thirty A.M. and I have a long and joyous night of boot sex ahead. I spend the next 15 minutes cleaning my cum from his boot as well as revisiting all those sensuous places on this wonderful boot now glistening with my saliva.
And that's just what his right boot was like. Wait till I tell you about his left boot and how I gently turned Keith over, pulled down those breeches and gave him a long gentle and very wet rim job while I was straddling and humping both his wonderful shiny brown boots together. This cadet has a wonderfully smooth tight ass that's almost as sensual as his boots. I didn't get much sleep that night as you can well imagine, but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face the next day either. Keith did not seem to remember any of my lovemaking the next morning. In fact he was a little embarrassed to have fallen asleep in his uniform on my bed. When I finally finished with him around 5 in the morning I put his uniform back on him as best I could and crawled into his bed and had a few hours of shut eye. I was absolutely exhausted from my almost non-stop humping, licking, sucking, and tongue fucking Keith. It was an additional bonus to fall asleep in his bed and enjoy his subtle body odor on the sheets. I enjoyed smelling my fingers too; especially the one I was able to gently force just a little ways up his tight butt hole. I'm not into shit but I'll never forget the heady aroma of his sweet firm clean ass. My secret exploration of Keith Zimmerman and his wonderful boots, body and ass remains my favorite fantasy memory.
Copyrighted 1997 Mike Sheridan

A Tale Of Nazi Domination

By a Master & his slave

NOTE: This story has no political or bigoted agenda whatsoever. It is intended solely for the enjoyment of those who turn on to the erotic image of hot Nazis in boots & uniform.

He was just a teen-age German kid back in the 30s. But even then he had the stunning good looks that would make him a knock-out when he later put on the uniform of the Nazi SS. But thats getting ahead of the story.

The story really begins on the day that Kurt and his Hitler Youth buddies stood near the Brandenburg Gate to watch a parade of the Nazi Black SS. Kurt stood there gazing, his eyes transfixed on these superb specimens of Aryan manhood, each one in skin-tight Nazi breeches and glistening black leather boots. Row upon row, they marched along the avenue, boots pounding. It was like the sound of thunder. The bright sun glistened off their shiny black helmets.

The sight of these fighting men, and the sound of their boots against the bricks, sent chills up and down Kurts spine. He wanted to march off with these magnificent fighters right then and there, to conquer and dominate. Kurt knew that these men of the SS were an elite, the finest example of German manhood and the bravest and most feared fighting force the world had ever seen.

As thousands of Nazi soldiers paraded by, Kurt shouted with the crowd: "Sieg Heil!" He wanted to be like them, he wanted to be one of them, march with them, and fight with them for the Fatherland! Kurt yearned for the day when he could lay aside the kid-shorts of his Hitler Youth uniform and put on the boots of a real Nazi SS Officer.

The excitement of viewing this display of military power created unfamiliar stirrings within the youth. Kurt was, as a matter of fact, experiencing his first real rock-hard erection. Everyone around him was wild with enthusiastic excitement and didn't notice the huge bulge in his short pants. The boys youthful cock was erect, hard, and throbbing. In fact, as the parade reached its climax, so did Kurt! The excitement of what he was witnessing produced his first real good load of man-cum!

Fortunately, Kurts academic and physical prowess put him on a fast track for admission to SS Officers; Training School. (Of course, his stunningly handsome Aryan physique didnt hurt either!) In the Academy he was at the top of his class in commitment to the ideology of the Master Race, as well as expert in hand-to-hand combat and shooting. But practice wasnt enough for him; Kurt yearned for real combat, fighting for the Third Reich!

Finally, the great day arrived when he was permitted to pull on a pair of skin-tight black SS breeches and snug-fitting Nazi Officer boots. The boots fit like a pair of gloves. They felt so fuckin good! As Kurt admired himself in the full-length mirror, he noticed a distinct bulge in the crotch of his uniform breeches. The very sight of his own hot German body in the uniform of a Nazi SS Officer excited him intensely. His cock throbbed!

Kurt gazed at the way those Black SS Officer boots encased his long muscled legs. The boots glistened and shone and reached almost to his knees. His SS Lieutenants uniform was tailored to fit snugly his strong, lean, youthful body. Every manly contour was defined and every muscle highlighted. His stunningly handsome black uniform fit him like a second skin, hugging every line of his muscle-ripped body. Over his blond hair Kurt put on his black SS helmet. The helmet shadowed his face and reminded him of an erect cockhead. Strands of golden blond hair protruded from the back of his helmet and contrasted with it, with the black uniform, and with his glistening black boots.

As he gazed into the mirror, Kurt couldnt but recall that day when he had watched the SS troops parade through the Brandenburg Gate. The memory of his throbbing hard-on and the huge load he shot was still with him. Standing there before the mirror with booted legs spread, Kurt loved the image of himself. His dream had come true: he was now a Lieutenant in the elite SS. Once again Kurts cock gave a Nazi salute, bulging right through the crotch of his breeches. Kurts black-gloved hand massaged the growing protrusion. The image he saw in the mirror was breathtaking. He spread his booted legs and brought out his aching cock, pumping it furiously. It was only a moment before Kurts cock erupted. Huge globs of cum exploded from the young Germans rod and splattered all over the mirror.

By the time Kurt graduated from the SS Academy (first in his class, of course), the Nazis had already invaded and conquered France. The first combat assignment for Kurts SS Unit was as part of the Nazi Occupation of France. Their mission was to destroy any remaining will to resist. The French Army had surrendered, but the SS were now out to destroy the French Resistance Movement.

Kurt was more than ready to do his duty for the Third Reich. He was proud of the small SS Unit that he commanded. When his Unit moved into a French village and the locals saw the Black SS marching down their streets, fear and awe swept over them. Kurt was ready for this first enemy encounter. He craved the chance to fight, conquer, vanquish, and dominate. He would prove himself worthy of his SS uniform!

One day, while doing a house-to-house search for members of the French Resistance and their hidden weapons, Kurt opened a closet door and came face-to-face with a handsome young Resistance Fighter. Before Kurt could fire his German luger, the Frenchman lunged at him, knocking the gun across the room. Instantly, they came together like two wild animals, each intent on the total domination of his enemy. As they fell to the floor, wrestling and groping, the Nazi wrapped his boots around the Frenchmans legs, like a snake wrapping around its prey. The German managed to pin the Frenchmans arms and then thrust his knee up and right into his enemys cock and balls. When the Frenchman doubled up in pain, the vicious Nazi fighter seized the moment and came up over him, straddling his chest and arms tight between his booted legs. With that, he reached back to get an iron grip on his enemys defeated cock, only to discover that the Frenchman had a raging hard-on! All the easier for the Nazi to get a handful of French dick!

It was the Nazis fight; and both men knew it! Kurt gripped his enemys rock-hard cock tighter than ever and gave the ultimatum: "Surrender to me, Frenchman, surrender to the Nazi German Master Race or Ill rip your dick off!" When the struggling Frenchman shouted, "Nazi motherfucker!" the SS man spat in his face: "You fucking French faggot! Give in to me! Give in to a Nazi German -- or Ill kill your cock and balls!"

With that, the Frenchman gave in and surrendered. The victorious Nazi immediately brought one boot up beside his enemys face while wedging his other knee right between the prisoners legs: "You fucking French swine, lick my boot! Lick that Nazi SS boot or Ill smash your balls! Lick the boots that trampled your country! Lick the boots that crushed the fucking French Army! Lick;em or die!"

Slowly but surely, the Frenchmans tongue reached out and touched the glistening black leather of the Germans hot SS boots. He licked the toe of the Nazis boot, then slowly up the boot shaft, and then down again. Then the Nazi shifted and brought his other booted leg up for more of the same. Watching his defeated enemy lick his SS boots was enough to get the Nazis cock rock-hard. And much to the Nazis delight, the Frenchman there on the floor beneath him showed the clear outline of an ever longer and harder cock. Now Kurt knew for sure that he had completely conquered the Frenchman. Total domination and ultimate victory was his to enjoy!

This was more than Kurt had hoped for in his first taste of combat, but it was exactly what he craved. Even while the Frenchman was trying to protest ("You have no right to make me do this!"), Kurt was opening his breeches to release his throbbing cock. He ordered the prisoner to kneel before him . Then the young Germans hands gripped the Frenchmans head and forced his face toward his enormous cock: "Suck my cock, swine! Suck my Aryan cock while you hump that Nazi boot! Hump it;like the faggot dog you are! Do it now!"

The German neednt have demanded. The prisoner took the Germans tool while, at the same time, ramming his own lust-driven dick against the Germans fantastic SS boot! Both men were in the throes of animal lust. The German bent his booted legs as he thrust deeper and deeper down his enemys throat; and he could feel the Frenchman slamming his own rigid pole against the Germans black-booted leg. The Frenchman was wildly humping his rigid cock against the black leather of the Nazis booted leg, while at the same time servicing Kurts throbbing SS bayonet cock.

It didnt take long before both men exploded and shot their huge loads. Kurt exploded in the Frenchmans mouth. Load after load erupted from the Nazis cock. He held the Frenchmans head between his gloved hands, forcing him to take every fuckin drop of man-cum. The Frenchman, too, was so crazed with lust that he shot his hot load all over the SS Officers boots. The German moaned with delight as his prisoner tongued every drop of cum from his SS boots.

Kurt realized that he had more than a prisoner here; he had a fucking French sex slave! Why ruin all the fun, he told himself, by taking this hot French stud back to prison camp! Better to continue the "interrogation" right here in this abandoned house! That made eminent sense to Kurt; and it most certainly made sense to his rock-hard cock, already throbbing for more.

The young Nazi , with his still-oozing cock hanging out of his breeches, moved quickly to the corner of the room and picked up his luger from the floor. Then he sat down, stretched out his booted legs and smiled at his prisoner, kneeling there on the floor: "Whats your name, Frenchie?" The frightened prisoner looked into the barrel of his Nazi enemys gun and replied: "Pierre."

"Nice name for a nice French boy. Youve got a choice, Pierre. You can be smart and submit totally to a German Officers cock and boots; or you can be stupid and get yourself killed right now. I suggest you listen to your throbbing French cock and not your stupid French brain!"

The young Frenchman, still kneeling there on the floor, gazed at the incredibly hot Nazi German SS Officer. The Nazis boots glistened as he massaged his Aryan cock to a renewed hard-on. Pierre knew in his heart that he should choose to die for his country, but he also knew in his own hard-on that he wanted to serve this Nazis cock and boots forever!

Without uttering a word, Pierre went down on his knees and began to lick the black leather of the Nazis SS boots. He licked slowly and sensuously! His tongue glided over the warm leather, starting at the toe and working his way up and down the shaft of each boot. Kurt sat there, playing with his throbbing meat: "Ja, I knew youd listen to your dick! Ja, your cocks dying to serve the Master Race. Thats it, lick my fuckin boots!"

Kurt sat there, with the toe of one boot against Pierres lips and the other wedged between the Frenchmans legs. The Nazi was pawing his own throbbing tool, getting it ready to invade Pierres ass. Kurt wanted this defeated French faggot to experience blitzkrieg right up his tight little ass. Kurt longed to shoot his load in his defeated enemys ass and to make him a sex slave to the SS.

As Kurt watched Pierre service his boots, he was acutely aware that hed found himself an expert bootlicker;a real slave to Nazi black leather! But his throbbing SS cock wanted more&! So he stood and yanked Pierres pants down: "Now take it, Frenchie! Take it from a Nazi German! Ja, take it up your fuckin ass! Im gonna breed you for the service of the SS!"

Slowly, Pierre got on all fours, with his tight ass sticking up in the air. He tried to brace himself for the moment when that enormous SS cock would invade him. Pierre grimaced with pain as the Nazis rock-hard cock attacked;invaded and plundered his ass! But it hurt so fuckin good! The lust-crazed Nazi spread his booted legs as he slammed his hips harder and harder against his sex slaves ass, driving ever deeper. Shit, this was what war was meant to be: Total domination of your enemy -- and then fuck his brains out!

The impact of the SS Officers vicious entry and violent fucking nearly knocked Pierre off balance. The Frenchman had to use every ounce of strength to hold his position as the lust-crazed Nazi SS Officer relentlessly pounded his ass.

As Kurt and Pierre were going at it furiously, one of Kurts Nazi Sergeants (Manfred), slipped into the house and stood there watching the whole scene. Kurt was petrified that hed been discovered and that his kamerad might report him for sexual activity with another male and an enemy prisoner at that! Kurt felt sure his Sergeant would feel duty-bound to report him. Kurt had instant visions of being court-martialed and dismissed from the SS. He stopped plowing Pierres ass, but the Frenchman continued to lunge back and impale himself on the Nazis cock. Despite the fact that Kurt was no longer thrusting into the Frenchmans ass, his cock seemed drawn even deeper into it. Pierres ass and Kurts cock had become inseparable as the Frenchman lunged wildly back, impaling Kurts cock and taking his pole to even greater depths.

But there was no need to fear. In an instant Manfred was nursing a major bulge in his SS breeches. Kurt thought he detected a smile on his Sergeants face, but it was hidden in the shadow of the black SS helmet. In a flash Manfred moved closer and brought out his rock-hard Aryan cock, shoving it down Pierres throat. Now Pierre was getting face-fucked and ass-fucked by two hot Nazi SS studs. By now Pierre had given in so completely that there was nothing he wanted more than to serve his Nazi Masters lust! Every time Kurt thrust into the Frenchmans ass, he drove Pierre onto the massive cock of his kamerad. Every fuck-thrust that Kurt made just forced the Frenchman to take and suck the Nazi Sergeants cock deeper down his throat.

And thats just what he did until both Germans nuts exploded and their fully-loaded Nazi sex lugers fired shot after shot at point-blank range!

Finally, the two Nazis pulled their still-oozing cocks out and let Pierre collapse on the floor, his tongue now lapping at Kurts boot. It didnt take but a moment for Pierre to jack off and shoot his enormous load all over the Nazis boot. Once again, without a command being uttered, the Frenchman tongued every drop of his load from Kurts glistening Black SS Officer boots. Towering over their sex toy, the two Nazis smiled and stuffed their spent-dicks back in their SS breeches.

It was late that night when the two SS men finally reported back to camp with the French prisoner they had "just captured." Neither Nazi mentioned the "extended prisoner interrogation" that they had both conducted and neither did Pierre!

Pierre was later sent to a prison camp somewhere in France. Kurt tried to learn his whereabouts but, with the Normandy invasion, his elite SS unit was in constant combat. In his report Kurt had discretely omitted the fact that Pierre was a member of the French Resistance. That omission saved Pierres life, since the penalty was death by firing squad. Pierre knew this and often thought about the two young SS men who had spared his life and given him his first real taste of man-sex.

Postscript:

Manfred was killed in France a month later, but Kurt survived the war. He never forgot that the hottest sex he ever had was with that Frenchman, Pierre. Kurt wondered if Pierre made it through the war. The question so haunted him that he set out to find the answer.

He checked through prisoner records and finally found Pierres full name and home town too. Kurt managed to contact his former enemy by phone and asked to meet him at a local café. It was a very awkward moment when the two former enemies met again face to face, but there was also the re-kindled spark of desire that had ignited both men when they first encountered each other. After a couple glasses of wine Kurt invited Pierre to meet him at his hotel that night.

When Pierre knocked at Kurts hotel room, he wasnt sure exactly what to expect, but he sure did know what he was hoping for. When the door opened, there was Kurt, hotter than ever in his full Nazi SS uniform. Pierres eyes went instantly to Kurts glistening Black SS Officer boots and he said: "Oh yah, Nazi, do it to me! Dominate the fuck out of me! Make me serve your Nazi cock and boots forever!"

So once again Kurt, the stunningly handsome Nazi German, wrapped his boots around Pierre, the Frenchman, but this time it was such sweet surrender to the Nazis boots to the Nazis cock and to every inch of his irresistibly sexy body! Pierre was indeed a servant of the Black SS and their boots forever!

THE END