I enter the parking lot and circle once before choosing a spot in a far corner away from the entrance. It's late in the season, so the picnics and family reunions are done, but their still might be the occasional birders or hikers about, and I want to ensure we have some privacy. I give the throttle a quick turn and rev the engine as I glide to a stop and cut the engine. The low rumble from the pipes fills the still afternoon air with one of My favorite sounds. I am early, so I simply drop the kickstand, sit in the saddle and wait.
A car pulls in after only a few minutes, you're cutting it close, but you are on time and I smile to Myself as you park in the spot next to Me. There are no pleasantries, we've been through this before, and I like to get right to work. I stand fully next to My bike and My Leathers creak their familiar groan. you assume the position in front of Me, kneeling knees apart so I may access the goods. The steel toe of My Boss Boot makes contact with your cock and balls and I feel the familiar Lexan bouncing off the Boot Leather. It has been thirty days and you're still locked up.
"Any issues?", I ask. "Any unpleasant chafing or rubbing? Any accidental discoveries by co-workers in the bathroom or TSA agents at airport security?" "No Sir, no issues, Sir, airport security knows me by now and they don't need to ask anymore, Sir", is your quick reply. "Splendid!", I say. "Shall we go another thirty days then, or would you enjoy some release"? you look down at the toe of My Boot and almost whisper, "Release Sir, please." "Alright then, if that's your decision", I say.
I order you to strip and jumping to your feet, you readily comply and are quickly naked, presenting Me with your caged cock and balls in My familiar Holy Trainer. I confirm the lock number matches that of the number I have saved in My phone, and clip off the lock. Undoing the cage and sliding the ring off your cock and balls, My gloved hands inspect your member for any damage. I cup the weight of your full balls and gently roll them from My fingers to My palm, the feel of freedom, glove Leather and slight manipulation brings you to a speedy and full erection. I swiftly punch your balls up into your cock and that brings you back to your knees where you belong.
I set the timer and inform you that you may fuck My Boots for the next two minutes. If you cum, wonderful, if not, so be it. The cage goes back on, I ride off and you may try again in 30 days. Rather than argue the unfairness of it all, you set to work. The combination of unrestricted blood flow to your cock and My previous manual manipulations gets your cock hard and ready quickly. Not wasting a second you begin humping hard and fast. your enthusiasm for your task almost knocks Me off balance, but I hold you fast and recover. Soon you are humping away at My Boot Leather, your cock sawing back and forth in the warm pockets of the shafts of My knee high Boots."90 seconds!", I announce to the empty parking lot and your grunts are a mixture of desperation and need. "60 seconds!", and your breath is heavy and shallow. "30 seconds!", and your whimper lets Me know you're close, but doubtful that you'll make it. Desperate to cum, and looking at the real possibility that when I shout "15 seconds!", you're no closer than when you started, you look up into My eyes, pleading for a mixture of more time and unspoken inspiration. "5 seconds!", you slow, change rhythm, relax, a medium focus comes into your eyes, your pelvis still thrusting, knees pained and raw, cock rubbed even more raw. "3-2-1!", and your final thrust is the deepest and I feel your cock surge and spasm. your saved up boy cum begins to shoot out over My Boots. Spray after spray, your groan low and subdued, not at all loud and shouting, you cum and manage to follow the instructions set out on our first meeting to always cum on My Boots.
you breathe more deeply now, even, relaxed in recovery mode. your head rests against My Leathered thigh, your brow glistens with a light sheen of sweat. you rub your clock head against the toe of My Boot, making My dusty Boots slick with jizz. My gloved hand pats your head and that's the signal to get to work. Enthusiastically now, you begin to lick and clean My Boots. Starting with the bottom of the soles as I taught you, you take your time and work your way up both shafts cleaning off the road dirt and your cum until My Boots have a dark, dull shine better than any polish and brush can provide.
I'm very hard in My Leathers and as I reach for My crotch, your jaw slackens, and mouth opens to bite, lick and suck My cock through My Leathers. I allow you to do one of the tasks you're better qualified for and take a seat in the saddle of My Harley. your face never more than inches from My crotch as you devour My cock and work it to full erection. I bounce your head off My dick and thrust up and into your skull until I'm ready to shoot, then I hold your head fully down on My cock and enjoy the wonderful throat milking you give Me as I shoot deep into the back of your throat and down your gullet. you chew My foreskin, mostly gently, but not too gently, and I make sure you suck out all of My cum as I soften in your mouth and relax enough that I can piss. My flow starts with a trickle, and soon enough builds into a full stream. you're the one now holding onto Me for balance as you keep My dick buried in your mouth as I make you My urinal.
Emptied of cum and piss, I redress and so do you. I grab a fresh lock from one of My hard cases and begin the process of locking up your cock and balls for another month. I work quickly to get you locked up, but I did manage to insert a pin prick ring in your cage to deliver a more intense chastity experience for you. I make note of the lock number and record it in My phone. I pat you on the shoulder and you pull up your shorts. We hug briefly, but deeply and part ways. you return to your car, and I start up My bike and ride off. Another month and we will be together again.