Boot Service and More – Chapter 10
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Tuesday ended up being different than what I was expecting, not because I enjoyed it – I assumed that I would enjoy making this man lick my butt, but because I really enjoyed this man licking my ass. I really got off on making him do and then enjoyed feeling him stick his tongue in my bung hole.
Wednesday was a normal day at work. We all were framing an overly complicated roof on a custom house. Most people don't think about how all of those crazy roofs are built but it takes a lot of planning and measuring.
I was wondering if I would get an email on Wednesday night, and I did. "Dear Booted Sir, due to other life responsibilities I will be out of town on Thursday. If it pleases you, I would like to contact you over the weekend to discuss my next opportunity to serve you boots and anything else that you would enjoy. Your Boot Boy."
I sent back an email with my thoughts on the matter, "Okay."
The rest of my week was uneventful, and Bubba came over for a beer after work on Friday. His visit was no big deal, but me not cleaning up my deck was a big deal.
He saw it first because I had been ignoring it for the last several days.
"What the hell is a toilet seat doing stuck to a chair frame doing out here? Is that some kind of old person shitter?" Bubba exclaimed.
He has never been subtle, and I can't think fast when pressed so I hemmed and hawed and tried to give some explanation.
"You are full of shit, Big Dawg! That is some type of sex things that you used with the boot licker guy, isn't it?'" Bubba continued.
I had no good way to change the subject. I was also processing what had happened, and more importantly, what was happening to me. I started to get to the story of the evening, but most of the conversation centered over my getting off on punishing this guy; punishing him with spit and piss, pain and abuse, and more. I did tell Bubba that the contraption was for ass licking – they called it a rim seat and women or men sit on it over the face of another person.
"Did ya' like getting a tongue in your ass?" Bubba asked in a nonjudgemental way which surprised me.
"Ya, I did enjoy having my butt licked. I never felt something like that before." I sheepishly said.
"Well, I guess it makes sense because chicks like to have their pussies licked." Bubba added. With that comment, the ass licking discussion turned back to me abusing this guy.
"I think I would get off on pushing some guy I didn't know around. I used to enjoy getting in fights when I was a dumb young buck. I will only tell you and you better not tell anyone or I'll beat the shit out of ya', but I know I got hard a few times when I was sitting on a guy's chest and punching him in the face." Bubba told me.
"Hmm, I can see that. I think I might have had the same response in the past." I added.
"So, when can I grind my muddy boots into this guy's face? I need some money for poker nights." Bubba asked. And I think he was serious in the question.
I didn't know how to answer so I just laughed it off with, "Your wife won't give you enough chain in your leash to do that."
"I would find a way to get away from home if I got paid to hurt him." Bubba stared me in the eye when he said that. He wasn't kidding about wanting to hurt Boot Boy.
"I don't "hurt" him. I use him. I never left any marks that I know of, but I also want him to know his place." I explained.
"Oh, I don't want to give him a black eye or anything. I just want to watch him squirm." Bubba unknowingly rubbed his dick when he said that.
"I don't know. I never talked to him about anyone but me using him. So, I'm not saying you will get your chance to meet him, but I will ask him about it someday." I responded.
"Fuckin' A. Yeah, you do that and let me know. I think I would enjoy using him with you." Bubba excitedly said. I got stuck on him say, "using him with you." I didn't even think about using this boot licker with another man. I guess I won't say yes to that now, but I wouldn't say no to tag teaming abusing my cash cow.
My poker game was Saturday night, and I was able to take a truck load of beer: case and a half of Bud Light, and lots of fancy beer singles, nearly a case of them. My poker buddies had stopped asking where the beer came from, but were just excited to see if I had anything new in the fancy beer category. I was having a hard time storing up all of the beer in my fridge.
I hadn't really given Boot Boy much of a thought until I was watching TV on my deck on Sunday night and my phone pinged. Shit, that will be him, I thought. And it was.
"Dear Booted Sir, I have returned from my trip and apologize for my absence from my service duties to you. I respectfully beg your forgiveness. I also respectfully ask that I may serve you again, from the bottom of your boots to the sweat of your sacred balls. Please let me know if that is acceptable. Your Boot Boy."
Ahh fuck, he upped the ante! And just reading he write, "to the sweat of your balls" made me hard. Not just chubbed up, but full hard-on that required me to stand up and re-arrange my cock and nuts. How do I respond to that one!
"Hey, if you want even a chance at licking my balls it will cost you $75 plus the fancy beer and a handful of cigars. You can pass on the case of beer because my fridge is too full to hold it." I typed back.
"Dear Booted Sir, your generosity is more than appreciated and your requests are fully understood and will be met. Your Boot Boy."
"Okay, be here Tuesday – 7 sharp." I know he was never late but I liked to type that.
I stayed up late watching baseball on the deck TV so I was rushed to get to work on Monday and left the deck a mess. But when I got home the deck was organized and cleaned up. If I got robbed, this was the neatest robbery ever. The mud was still on the deck boards, but the furniture had been moved around in a better arrangement than I had placed them. The empty beer cans had been removed and ashtrays emptied which was great because those would pile up high if I was left to my own devices. More surprisingly, the eating / poker table had been moved.
I walked around the new wall separating the sitting and eating areas, making sure that the big TV was still there (it was) and then I saw it. There was a big new fridge on the deck and it was plugged in and running. I guess these robbers felt sorry for me and left me stuff instead of taking stuff.
This fridge was worth more than every appliance in my single wide. I know that isn't saying much, but it's true. When I opened fridge side of the double door, I saw that it was filled with a couple of cases of Bud Light, plus a half dozen six packs of fancy beer. There was even some non-alcoholic stuff root beers and ginger beer (whatever that was). The freezer had a couple of bags of ice, and a bottle of fancy vodka and something called limoncello (got to look that one up later).
That boot licker gave me a fridge full of booze. Was he trying to buy my sweaty nuts or was this a gift? I really wanted to be mad at him, but I appreciated that he did it without asking for it. I only asked for no more cases of Bud Light for a while. I didn't tell him that he couldn't lick my `nads, I just said it would cost him more.
Tuesday morning arrived and we confirmed his visit. I didn't even mention the fridge or anything else.
That evening, I had worn my work jeans and worn-out boxer briefs that I had been sweating in all day. I had worn these work wranglers and underwear on Monday as well so they were extra rank even for me. To do something different, I tucked my jeans into my worst pair of pull-on work boots and wore the socks had two days of sweat in them as well. After receiving the fridge, I decided that if he want to lick my nuts, then he would need to work for it. I even marched around the outside of my trailer to get extra dust all of my boots and the bottom of my jeans. I had worn a shredded hi-vis t-shirt – you know, ones there the sleeves had been cut off way down nearly to the waist band. I liked shredded t-shirts because by this point of the summer my winter fat had burned off and I could show off some tummy definition without getting too burned by the sun.
As usual, I was sprawled out in my deck chair watching a game, having one of the fancy beers and a cigar left over for the last visit. I was needing my new pack of cigars that he would be bringing tonight. And the extra cash would be nice too.
Boot Boy arrived, he crawled to me with his head down, placed the money and cigars on my table, and took his position on the deck at my boots. His forehead rested on the deck with his arms spread like a man being held up by a robber. His fancy white shirt and suit pants soaking up the dust on my porch. When I saw the cash and the cigars, I knew how this evening would go.
"You have disappointed me and I am not pleased!" I tried to sound angry in the most macho voice I could muster, and using the most formal words that I could think of.
"You have not completed your task for the privilege of servicing me." I watch his body just tense up because I know he had no clue what I was talking about.
"I had simple requests for a worthless lump of shit. I told you to bring three things: cash, cigars, and beers with you this evening. You only brought two of those! Where is the six pack of beer? Can you not count to three?" I added with a sneer.
"I should send your ass packin' and never allow you to return, you shit bag! I have no use for a boot licker who can't follow orders ..." I just let it trail off.
I think I almost heard him say something, but I shouted back immediately, "Shout the fuck up. I have never given you permission to talk to me, I ain't gonna give it now. Whatever lame ass excuse you might have, doesn't matter to me. Just shut the fuck up and don't move until I decide what to do." I sort of spit those words out. No really, I was spitting all over the back of his head while I was yelling at him. I nearly laughed after I got all of the said because it had to have looked stupid to someone who knew me.
I let Boot Boy just lay on the deck for nearly 20-30 minutes. I don't think his body had un-tensed since the beginning of my outburst. I finished my beer and needed a new one. I sort of wanted to make him get it, but that almost seemed like I was rewarding him. I also wanted to keep him wondering what was going to happen this evening.
I stood up and walked to the new fridge and got myself a fancy beer and walked back to him. I lightly kicked his taint, just slide my boot between his legs and gave his ass a kick. Then, I popped off the beer cap so that it fell next to his face. I sat down hard on the deck chair and gave a big disgusted sigh. I nearly laughed again. I placed my left boot fully on his right hand and then stepped my right boot next to his face and swipped the bottle cap under the chair with my boot toe. I know he saw that. I then stepped on the back of his head with my right boot.
I bent down closer to his head and in a near whisper, I said, "Thanks for the fridge." And with that I ground my boot into the back of his head and the other boot into his hand. Not super hard but firmly. I felt his moan tremor move off of him and into my boots. I think he knew that we were all good tonight.
I decided to give him at least some of what he asked for so I told him to roll onto your back and assume the position. I lift my boots off his hand and head and he flipped over. As soon as he was situated, I placed my left foot on his left hand, and the right boot I placed over his face – about one inch above this nose.
"Lick my boot sole!" I said while leaning over to see if he was doing it. He looked at the boot hovering over his face, and raised his head up to place his tongue on the sole.
"Get that tongue in the grove of that boot, you piece of shit!" I barked. He started drilling his tongue into the grove of my boot sole. He then started just trailing his tongue through the groves and following the pattern of them slowly. With his tongue still moving around the sole, I slowing dropped my boot down until I had pushed his head into the deck boards and his tongue was tight against my sole.
With some pressure, I moved the boot around his face so that he could clean more groves in the sole. I stopped and with a little greater pressure just pushed into his face. His moan escaped from around me boot loud enough that I could hear it.
"Time to change boots," I calmly said and moved my licked-up right boot onto his right palm and my left foot onto his face. This time I placed the toe on his forehead and slowly and with moderate pressure, slip the boot over his nose and to his tongue.
"Start lickin'," I instructed while continuing my sliding motion over his face. Soon the heal was over his mouth and I just pressed the heal into his mouth so that it stretched around the worn out heal. His mouth was sealed around the rubber heal and I could see his jaw and cheeks move as his tongue did his job on it.
"Stop!, Rollover and assume the position." I commanded and lifted my boots off his face and right hand. He flipped over and I place a boot on the back of each hand.
"I'm gonna raise my boots of your fuckin' hands and I want you to start lick the toe of my right boot and work your way over the toe, along the uppers and over my jeans until you are licking the dirt off my knee cap." I instructed him and lifted up my boots.
He started licking at the point where the leather met the top of the sole and then proceeded licking over the top of the top, over the uppers, changed to my dust jeans and ended at my knee cap – just like ordered. I ordered him to repeat it two more times and when he ended at my knee the last time, I stretched my leg out so that my boot was near his crotch area.
"Suck the dirt out of my wrangler knee cap!" I ordered him. "And lower your hips." I added.
He started licking and I felt him drop his hips down so that I could start pressing my boot into his crotch. I just pressed and moved my right boot around so I was surely bumping into his nuts and dick. I lifted up my left leg and dropped that boot onto his back to add some weight to my boot grinding.
With all of that below the belt action, his mouth opened wide in awe and he took to his licking like a champ. Soon my wrangler knee area was spit soaking wet probably well cleaned too.
"Stop! Back off and get on my left boot, lick from my heal to my balls." I commanded and immediately had some regret. What did I just commit myself too! I lifted up my legs and relaxed my left leg so that he could get to the heal of my boot and flexed my right leg after smashing his nuts.
Boot Boy moved a bit to be between my legs so he could start licking the side of my boot heal. I thought he might just rush his tongue up my leg to get to my `nads,' but no, he started a slow progression over my heal, then uppers, and to my jeans. I don't know if he was doing it slow because he thought I wanted him to do it or he was doing it to prevent his enjoyment of sniffing my nuts or maybe he was teasing me with the slow tongue massage up my leg to my balls.
No matter what the reason was, I was getting anxious to feel his tongue on my nuts. I had a hard on, and was getting harder as his tongue was drug up my leg. Finally, he was at my upper thigh and then his nose was at the spot where my thigh meets my crotch. I know he had to being smelling the sweat from my crotch – skin, balls, and cock.
When he got his tongue in the fabric groove of my wranglers, I just couldn't help myself, and I pressed his face into lap. With both hands I move his face over my crotch both my dick and balls. I stopped his face over the zipper and pressed his licking tongue into my fabric. After a couple of deep pushes into my crotch, I released his face and pushed him away from body.
"Repeat it on my right leg," I barked sort of out of breath from my horniness.
Boot Boy started at the side of my right heal and with the same deliberate slowness moved over my boot, lower leg, bent knee, and then thigh. I just sat back with my erection pressing into my jeans while I waited for him to get to the top of my leg. I knew that I won't fall for the same jean crotch grinding need like the left leg.
When he got to the top of my thigh and before he got to the groove of my leg and crotch, I pulled his face away from my body with both hands. His eyes were closed and this tongue was still moving side to side as I held his head in my paws.
WTF! I scooted up to the front of my chair and barked at him, "Pull down my zipper with your teeth." He leaned into my crotch and pushed his tongue out to find my zipper pull. After a slow search, perhaps for his enjoyment or mine, he took the zipper in his teeth and pulled it down. I had to sort of stand up to allow him to get it all the way down.
With my fly open, I know his nose was stuck into the flaps of my jeans sniffing my ripe boxer briefs. This was another old pair of underwear that needed to be tossed given that he gifted me so many new ones. I released my right hand from his head and popped my belt open so that my wranglers could completely open. I moved both hands tightly on his head and drove his face into my sweaty underwear. Boot Boy was sniffing, licking, and sucking the cotton fabric that covered my cock and balls. I just drilled his head into my crotch for a few minutes and before I shot my load, I pushed him away again.
I sat back and was breathing hard and he leaned back on his head breathing hard as well.
"Okay, pull of both my boots with your hands." I breathlessly told him.
I backed up a little and took my left boot in his hands and slowly pulled it off my foot. When my foot was free, I raised my stocking foot and pushed it into his face. He just sat there holding my boot and sniffing my sock like he was breathing in his last breath. I pulled my foot away.
"Other boot"
I pulled off my right boot, and I again pressed my sock into his face and let him sniff away. I released his face and just rested my feet onto the deck boards.
"Pull off my socks with your mouth," I instructed him. Boot Boy stared at my stocking feet and slowly leaned into my left foot. He sucked the toe of my sock into his mouth and was able to pull the sock off while sucking the sweat from the sock. He repeated the same process on the right sock.
"Pull off my wranglers. You can use your hands." I instructed him. There might be away of pulling off my jeans without using my hands, but I couldn't think of a way and didn't have the patience for him to figure out that alternative way. He decided to just put one hand under each heal and grab the back of my jeans. I lifted my ass off my chair and he tugged the wranglers down my legs and off my feet. This placed him about 4 feet away from me and he just froze. He was looking down, somewhat, but was really looking at my nuts and hard dick in my sweat stained underwear.
"Throw the jeans to the side and crawl over here," I said it in a hoarse whisper. I really wasn't sure what I wanted to let him do, or more importantly, what I wanted myself to have him do to me. By this point from all of his visits, he would wait for the privilege of whatever I wanted him to do; he would lick anything I put in his mouth; he would clean any surface no matter how dirty it was and no matter what the dirt was from.
Boot Boy crawled over to my, and he never moved his gaze from my crotch and was nearly drooling – that made my cock only harder. But I also need to piss! There is nothing worse than having a hard on and needing to piss too.
"Seat back on your heals, shut your eyes, and open your mouth." I instructed him.
This position placed him at crotch level, and I was betting that he thought I was going to move forward and drill his face into my boxer brief crotch. Now that his eyes were closed, I was able to get my hard dick under control. I gave my cock some light slaps and the blood drained out somewhat.
"Keep your fucking eyes shut!" I commanded. With my dick softer, I pulled it out of my sweaty underwear and pointed the tip at him. After a couple of false starts, I started to piss and finally I was able to blast him in the face.
Boot Boy sort of bounced back with the force of the piss but didn't open his eyes and didn't close his mouth. The piss flowed over his face and down into his mouth. I got a better aim and shot the last blast into his mouth. It was freaking hot watching the piss pool in his mouth and run down his chin.
"Swish that around in your boot licking mouth. You need to clean that tongue before it gets close to me." I barked. He made a good show of gargling the piss, and I thought he would spit it out or let it drain over his chin, but nope, he swallowed it. Fuck, he is a weird one. And my cock got hard again!
I sat back down in my chair and said, "Open your eyes, and crawl forward."
Boot Boy was back to staring at my underwear crotch which now had a stray piss drops showing. He crawled forward slowly, because I hadn't told him when to stop. When his nose was about one inch from touching my underwear covered balls, I shouted, "Stop!" He braked and just froze in that position.
"You ain't getting close to me - your face is covered in piss. Why would you think you can touch me – you're a fucking mess!" I barked at him.
I just sat back drinking and smoking and letting him stare at my hard cock and sweaty balls, just out of reach of his tongue. He could smell them, he could see them over when I shifted in my chair, and he could just stare while the piss dripped from his face.
I was smirking at least on the inside and probably a lot on the outside. I got this guy so worked up and he would not be able to act on it. I left him there for a while until I could tell that his position was getting uncomfortable.
"Seat back on your heals. Your piss stink is getting annoying." I instructed him. Boot Boy just dropped his butt onto his legs and rose up into a kneeling position. He was still staring at my wad of junk in my underwear.
I need a beer so I stood up and walked to the fridge and got one. When I came back, I straddle his legs and moved forward until my cock and balls were pushing into the back of his head.
"I think I found a dry spot." I softly said while looking down at him. I pushed the back of his head into my underwear which sent a tremor through his body. I grasped the sides of his head and pulled him harder into my crotch and started to move his head back and forth rubbing my covered cock in his hair.
I let go of Boot Boy's head and moved around in front of him. He slowly opened his eyes and my crotch was directly in front of his face. I reach down and grabbed his ears like handles. I pulled his face into my sweaty junk and just kept pushing until my nuts were wrapped around his nose. He was just snorting into my junk – trying to fill his nose with my scent and also trying to breath. When I saw his hands jump as if they wanted to push my away (but didn't attempt to), I pulled his face away from my underwear.
I let go of his head and instructed him to lay face up on the deck. While he was getting in position on the deck, I was contemplating if I should get the rim chair out. I decided not to – I decided that I was just going to smother him with my butt and junk. I just squatted down and kneeled with my legs on either side of Boot Boy's head.
He just laid there looking up as my ass dropped down over his face. I settled my asshole on his nose and my balls over his open mouth. "Lick `em!" I instructed.
He did what he was told, sniffing, licking, and sucking on my nuts. My `nads have never felt this well taken care of. Most chicks have no interest in a guy's nuts other than maybe when they bounce off their butts. My balls were starting to get a bit soggy and I really wanted my hairy hangers washed off. I lifted up a bit from his face and snaked my hand into my fly, pulling my balls out of the opening. I left my hard cock in my underwear. I ain't gonna show that off to him until I figure out the price for the privilege.
When I sat back down on his face, I pushed until his nose was deep in my asshole and my balls were completely covering his mouth. Quickly he figured out that he had the honor of sucking the furry skin of this working-man's sweat-soaked balls. While he was sucking and juggling my nuts with his tongue, I started a healthy wanking of my cock. The more that he licked and sucking; the more I rubbing the underwear fabric over my dick.
This evening of teasing Boot Boy was also a tease to myself. He licked my boot soles and now he was licking furry `nads. I looked down at him and just sat my ass down harder on his face. This pretty much cut off the air to his nose so I felt him snorting and sucking air around my nuts as he licked them.
I started wanking harder and as I got closer to shooting my load, I pressed down harder on his face and my balls almost completely covered his mouth which shut down that air flow as well. I felt him start to twitch and shake from the lack of air, and when his hands raised up off the deck (but he held back from touching me), I finally came in my shorts.
He felt my body shutter from my cuming which caused me to raise up some giving him a second of breathing ability. With my load soaking through my boxer briefs. I returned to sitting on his face, but with out so much force. Boot Boy could continue to breathe in my sweat scent and some oxygen too.
I had one great explosive cum and some of it started to run down my cock to the top of my balls. Before my juice traveled any farther, I told Boot Boy, "I gonna stand up and get a beer from the fridge. You better be driving away by the time I walk back to my chair."
I abruptly stood and walked over his body on the way to the fridge. As soon as my leg passed over his body, he was scampering across the deck to his imported car. When I got back to the deck sitting area, I saw his tires stirring up gravel as he drove away.
Huh, I wonder if Boot Boy came when I did?