Lester insults Sam, the intimidating, 265lb moving man at the furniture store where they work. After Sam demands money in exchange for forgiveness, Lester agrees, but only if Sam will walk on him in his Timberland work boots to “even things out.”
After some initial resistance, Sam agrees, but quickly turns the tables on Lester. What should have been a two minute session snowballs into a brutal stomping in Sam’s windowless basement.
This 4,500 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT
I lay on the cold tile floor as he approaches. I look up as he stands near my head. He brings the dirty boot over my face. I can see all sorts of crud and garbage stuck in the treads. This man does not watch where he is walking. He grunts as he happily steps on my face and balances all 265lbs on one boot. He bounces and grunts, adding even more weight. The other boot hovers in the air and then lands on my chest, digging in. I can hear him muttering to himself as he begins a slow, heavy grinding of both boots. My head and chest burn from the friction of his monstrous treads and there’s nothing I can do about it. The grinding intensifies as he twists his treads faster and harder. The low ceiling means he can add a ton more weight. He grunts and growls and I think he’s getting aroused by this.
Just when I think I’m going to pass out, he falls back onto the squeaky old couch and exhales. His boots lift up, then drop back down onto me.
“I love doin this.” He marches them on my gut and digs the heels in.
The boots find a comfortable spot on my chest and abdomen as he goes back to watching the basketball game. It gets quiet and I start to wonder if that’s it. The phone rings and big Sam stands up on me, the suddenness of the weight is awesome. I assume he’s going to step over my head, but he deliberately stomps in my face, heavy, all his weight, treads digging in and grinding me beneath on his way to answer the ringing phone in the kitchen. I try to listen to his phone call, but I can’t make out any words. He comes back and walks heavily onto my head and chest again. He plops down on the sofa and goes back to watching TV.
Awesome! No words. You always go one step beyond.
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