In this highly charged sequel to The Pit, Lester finds
himself back at the construction site where he endured a brutal 50 man
trampling a few months prior.
This time he’s spending the day, and the guys have lots more
sadistic ideas to implement as they use him for their own pleasure. As the day wears on and he struggles to
survive their abuse, he’ll meet an unlikely ally who will change everything.
This 5,600 word erotic boot fetish story includes
boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT:
He
catches me staring. “You like my boots,
huh? Get a better look!” He steps right onto my face and presses down
hard, not moving. The lugs dig in, and I
feel like my skull is going to shatter against the hard dirt floor. He pulls the boot off and hovers over
me. “Ooh, nice boot print.”
The
boot comes down on my face again and he leans in with all his weight, lifting
the other one in the air. I see stars
under his 250 lb weight. He walks off
and disappears.
I
now realize that this is going to be a long day. I wipe the dirt away from my eyes and look up
at the other workers who are watching me, like hungry beasts. I avert my eyes, hoping they will spare me.
A
burly Latino man walks up to me and I brace for impact as steps over me and
straddles my chest. He doesn’t say a
word as he pours his lukewarm coffee onto my head. The cup falls onto my face and bounces
off. He lifts his massive logger boot
high over my face as I wonder how many of my teeth he’s about to shatter.
The
boot falls, and crushes the paper cup next to my head. I can’t help but watch as he takes his time
to grind it into the dirt with his filthy, steel-toed boot.
“You
got lucky, bitch. That coulda been you.”
