Walking around the mall, your new construction boots pounded against the hard tile floor - the sound lost in the crowds on the busy shoppers and cruising teens - the sound echoing in the quiet sections when the people were few and far between. Your calves were taking a beating as the hard rubber sole were stiff and unyielding, forcing your to slam down onto the floor with each step...the jarring was working its way up your thighs and making your cock hard in your levi's. The thought of the your sore sweating as they were being painfully tortured as you walked around in public, the thought of the clean tan leather and unworn soles of your new boots, the thought of going home and releasing your from their hot sweaty prison so that you could gently rub your the pain away - that you could massage and work the tensions away while you pressed the cruel boots against your thighs and stomach so they could dig their tred into your pale weak flesh...still radiating that damp musty heat which mixed with the smell of fresh new leather...those thoughts alone burned not only in your mind but in your cock and balls which ached to be released from your tight bluejeans. The denim was doing a great job at working your cock to a frenzy on its own, pinching and pulling, firmly pressing it down against your thigh - containing it, controling it, making it behave as if the denim had a cruel mind and sadistic soul of its own. Pulling your jeans on this morning, you almost wished you had worn a pair of underwear underneath them, as the cold zipper felt like it burned into your then soft cock and balls - but now...now was different - the zipper still felt as if it was clawing at your skin, but now it dug its teeth into the base of your stump... scraping and chewing at it fiercely until the tip of your dick began to grow wet with precum.
Occassionally, you would adjust your dick in your pants - the firmness of your hand on your cock sent shivers throughout your body as your pushed and pulled it into a move comfortable position...but only to have your levi's slowly slide it back down to where they could pinch and tug at it viciously, the denim chaffing at your inner thighs, scraping between your asscheeks as it mercilessly assulted your asshole. Your head in a daze from over-stimulation, you decided to sit down in the food court with a bite to eat - to try and keep from cuming in your jeans like you did last week...
Scarfing down the burger and most of your fries gave you time to come back from the verge of cuming in public again. You still vividly remember it happening, though, how you couldn't hold it back anymore so you bit into your lower lip and let your eyes follow the ass of the stud in front of you, how smooth and tight he looked through his faded jeans...and that was enough to send you over the edge, shot after shot fired in your pants making the fabric sticky and wet as it slowly ran down your leg - and you remember the disgusted look that lady gave you when her eyes mistakenly glanced there and she saw what you had done.
Reaching for your drink, your eyes dart around the tables to check out who it was that you were eating with today...hoping to find some stud to stare at while you rock your dick in your pants, kneeding and pulling at it through your jeans until you almost break. Across the room you spot an unsuspecting guy sitting by himself - not someone one would want to meet in a dark alley - dressed in black shirt and jeans, thick dark mustache bouncing up and down on his somewhat handsome face as he ate. Taking bites too big to chew easily, his cheeks bulge on one side as he chewed - giving him a very rogue-ish appearance. Your hand snakes down to your lap as you slowly work on the rest of your fries, raking your fingertips along the length of your shaft once it finds your confined meat. Pinching and pulling at its head, your jeans cut into your hardening cock - the pain is builds in your balls until they feel like they are on fire.
You imagine him knocking you down onto the ground and squashing your groin with his boot to prevent you from standing up. Resigned to stay where you are, he proceeds to taunt and degrade you - grinding his muddy boot on your jeans, the tred pulling at the cloth to slice folds of denim mercilessly into your cock....the wet ground dampening your ass as you lay there helpless.
"Pull down your jeans, boy; I want to grind that cock under my boot.." he growls, "DO it or you ain't getting back up."
Your tongue lays heavy in your dry mouth as you contemplate your position - trying not to seem so eager. Grudgingly you comply, stripping your jeans down to your knees...your cock slaps up against your stomach while your balls hang down low to almost touch the ground. The mud seeps coldly in the crack of your ass as he grinding his into the mud to recoat it; he lifts it up and brings his heavy boot back down again on top of your cock. Pebbles and twigs hidden in the mud cut into your cock as he twists his back and forth, the mud dripping down your inner thigh and caking up on your pubic hair.
"There... now isn't that better, dog?" he croons.
The mud dirtying your pale skin, cool and soothing...adjusting your position on the ground to allow him better access to the length of your cock by proping your torso up on your arms, brings him to plant his boot in the middle of your chest as he pushes you back down -
"I didn't tell you you could move, trash. If I wanted you to do something, I'll tell you to do it."
Precum flowing freely from your cock, mixing with the mud, makes him reconsider..
"Up on your knees, dog" he barks.
Flying to your knees you reach around and grasp your ankles, spreading your legs in subservience.
Looking up at him, you watch him stroke his cock in his jeans - running it up and down the shaft teasingly before slowly undoing his belt. Pulling your head to his waist, he jams your face into his crotch - forcing you to slide up and down the length of his concealled weapon. You chew and mouth his cock through his jeans hoping to let you suck it. Bringing his between your legs again, he kicks your bloated cock - making it painfully swing back and forth. Digging the toe of his boot into the mud, he hefts a mudcake up and slides it under your balls to your ass. Rocking his up and down, he smears the mud in your crack and hole - your balls bouncing up and down on the black leather and rough laces. Unbuttoning his jeans, he slowly unzips his zipper to release the pressure. His less-than-white jockeys smell of precum as he roughly handles your face, sliding his thumb across your cheek to your mouth...circling your lip, he dives it into your hot mouth. You suck at it momentarily before he pulls back your cheek and wedges his fat thumb in your open jaws behind your molars. With his free hand, he pulls his cock out and with your mouth wide open and defenseless, he mockingly slaps his meat against your face - thrusting it along side your nose to your eye, smushing your face once again into his groin.
The pubic hairs tickle your nose and chin as you breathe deeply at his scent - snaking your tongue out past your teeth, you lick his balls and the base of his cock. He rears his hips back letting his cock slide back down to your open mouth, and then thrust quickly forward back up your face to force a shot of precum across your face. Forcing your head back, he then plunges his cock into your mouth...the taste of him burns on your tongue as he slides his dick in and out of your helpless mouth. Had you been able to wrap your lips around him, or had been able to tilt your head to take him into your throat...he wouldn't have kept hitting the back of your throat. But not that he cared - he enjoyed the animalistic pleasure of forcing his meat the way he wanted to. With you at his mercy, his cock continued to slide across your tongue as he pumped his under your ass and balls - the pressure on your prostate and the jumbling of your ball brings you finally to climax, shooting stream after stream of milky into the mud and across his leg. Your visions blackens as you in the real world, filling your jeans with a hot stickiness.
Staining your jeans, the wetness trickles down your thigh as you continue to stare and stroke at the stranger across the foodcourt, milking the last drops from your cock - hoping that he would see what you were doing while gazing at him, hoping that he would take the hint and make your daydream come real.
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