Boot Master
By Booted
As I approach the clubhouse I think of my duties.
Tonight I am to be the Bootmaster; I am to sit in the master’s leather throne and
control the attending slaves while administering the lesson of boot-worship to the new
initiate. My cock grows hard and presses against the tight black leather of my jeans,
causing the outline of my erection to become obvious.
I turn my motor into the gate and stop at the guard shack, tilting the visor of my helmet
back for recognition, and straddling the bike with my leather-encased legs spread wide. I
notice that the leather-clad guard smiles and slowly licks his lips, while he looks at my
invitation. “Going to be the
master tonight!” he comments. “I’d sure like be getting initiated
again!” I remember initiating him and how he spewed multiple streams of jism onto my
glossy, tall-heeled boots as he rode them while sucking my cock. “It’ll be even
better next time we get together!” I call out as I start my bike toward the
clubhouse.
Inside the clubhouse, I am met by two almost identical, leather-gloved, tall- booted and
masked boy-slaves and am accompanied to the master’s dressing room. I shed my helmet
and leather riding gear, finally standing stripped in front of the two smooth young boys.
My body is shaved totally smooth and
the two boys begin running their tightly gloved hands and soft lips over me, verifying the
smoothness. Smooth leather-clad hands slide over my anal mounds and between my wide spread
legs. I begin to pant as they fondle my erect hairless cock and lick my smooth breasts and
hard nipples. One of the boys is now kneeling in front
I sit on a tall leather-seated stool and extend my legs. The second nylon hose is rolled
up my other leg while I am presented with several pair of tall, glossy, black leather
boots. I select a pair of boot/chaps with high chunky stacked heels and long tapered
squared toes. The boys slip the boots onto my outstretched feet, then tug the back zippers
closed, until I am encased from toe to waist in glossy black leather, with my crotch and
ass open and exposed.
Several pouches are laid before me. I select a glossy black leather thong with Velcro side
closures. Again, the two attendants place the garment on me. My cock fills the smooth
leather-lined pouch, pushing it to smooth tautness as the side tabs are pulled beneath the
leather hips of my boot/chaps and closed. I hold my arms out and the two boy-slaves slide
long black gloves made of tissue-thin kid on to them and then work the tight leather on to
my fingers. I am beginning to pant, and the inside of my pouch is becoming slick with my
precum. Finally, the boy-slaves place a studded body harness onto my upper body and slip a
black leather demi-hood over
my head.
I stand. I am ready. I am dominant: I am the Master! The boys move back and make room for
the Master to move to his throne.
I stand before the large, black leather chair on the low platform and can see the
assemblage before me. There are a dozen
or so booted and gloved
leathermen assembled on leather mats below the master’s platform to observe the
ritual. The scent of leather and manhood is strong. Spreading my booted legs wide, I cup
the leather-encased bulge between them and begin to writhe as I massage my rigid cock. My
excitement increases and I gasp, “Bring the initiate!”
The boy-slaves appear from the side of the platform leading you. You are wearing only
glossy, black, over-the-knee bitch boots with pointed toes and high rectangular heels;
tight elbow-length black leather gloves; and a black leather half-mask. Studded leather
cuffs connected by chrome chains encircle your wrists and booted ankles, restricting your
movements. The slaves push you to your booted knees in front of my leather-clad legs. You
are panting; your boy cock is rigidly erect and glazed with the juices of your excitement.
“Lick them, Bitch!” I command, "Worship those fucking boots.”
Eagerly you fall forward until your mouth is at the glossy square toes of my boot/chaps.
You kiss the smooth leather of my toes and then begin to slide your tongue upward and onto
the instep of my left boot. My cock is so hard it seems to be trying to puncture the
smooth leather pouch encasing it. Your tongue moves further up my glossy boot, stopping at
my ankle, where you trace the folds of the “crush” of the boot before moving on
to the tight leather encasing my calf. The slave-boys are beginning to masturbate as they
watch you slide your slick tongue over my glossy boot and the assembled members have begun
to rub and fondle each other’s bulges or
to expose their rigid cocks and join the boy-slaves in
masturbation. The leather of my boot is becoming
glossy with your saliva and you grasp my ankle with tightly gloved, chained hands holding
my boot as your tongue continues its probing trek upward over my knee and onto my
leather-encased thigh.
Your lips are now close to my crotch and your cock is pressing against the tight leather
at my calf. You are moaning and humping against my boot, smearing the glossy black leather
with your drooling precum. Your tongue slithers from the leather of my boot onto the soft,
smooth skin of my inner thigh.
"No!" I gasp, "You have another boot to service!"
The boy-slaves grab you and push you back away from my throbbing pouch. I fall back onto
the leather chair and raise my right leg, placing my boot heel on your shoulder. You begin
to lick my second boot as you straddle the first continuing to writhe and push your stiff
cock against it.
Inch by inch, you slide your tongue upward over the smooth leather encasing my leg. You
now have only one goal in mind: The throbbing leather bulge between my booted legs. This
time, as your tongue comes to the soft skin of my inner thigh, I grasp your head in my
gloved hands and pull you upward and forward. Your open mouth finds my pouch and you
instantly begin to suck it. I hold you tightly to my bulge and begin to squirm and writhe,
pressing my erect cock against the smooth, precum-soaked leather of my pouch and the
wetness of your mouth. I can feel your suction through the leather and am beginning to
gasp as climax approaches.
I slip my gloved hands from
your head and grab the Velcro tabs of my thong. I
pull and the tiny leather garment comes open, its pouch falling away from my genitals.
Your mouth is on my smooth balls. I feel your tongue working upward onto my shaft and I
lean back in the chair letting you slide your mouth onto my throbbing cockhead.
The boy slaves are now kneeling on either side of me, kissing and licking my tits and
sucking on my bullet-like nipples while they continue to masturbate. The smell of spunk
now joins the leather smell in the room as the leathermen below begin to reach climax. I
am thrusting my groin up and down, humping your mouth as you suck my rigid, drooling cock.
Your writhing is almost out of control and my boot is becoming glazed with the juices of
your excitement.
“Spunk it!” I groan, “spunk that fucking boot!”
I know I am about to cum and that feeling your hot jiz jetting onto my boot will bring me
over.
Suddenly, one of the boy-slaves jerks upright, gasping and clutching the base of his
dancing cock. Semen gushes from the twitching member and spatters your naked back and anal
mounds. You moan and I feel your cock begin to twitch against my boot. The second
boy-slave now begins to spew his juices, this time over the glossy black leather encasing
my upper thigh and over your head.
You grunt and ram your cock hard against my boot as your entire body
shudders in orgasm. “Yes!” I scream, “Shoot it! Shoot that fucking
load!” Hot jiz floods my booted leg and I begin to writhe in ecstasy, releasing my
hot cream into your mouth.
You can’t contain all of the jism I am pumping into you and, gasping and choking, you
draw your masked face back from my jerking, spewing cock.
The final surges of my climax spatter your masked face and hair. You fall back to a
sitting position in front of me, panting and covered with spunk but in total ecstasy.
“Finish it!” I command you, “Clean up those boots and feed me.”
You submissively fall forward and your mouth comes to my cum-smeared boot, lapping and
sucking in the thick white juices that are running down the glossy black shaft. I groan,
“Oh yes, you’ve been trained well!” as I stretch out my booted legs to you
for their final cleansing, and then the cum-sharing kiss that will end the ritual and
bring you into our booted brotherhood.
“Yes! You’ll make an excellent member,” I moan, drawing you upward with
gloved hands until I can lick my spunk from your leather-masked face and guide your
jiz-laden mouth to mine.