Lester tries to reconnect with Sergeant Di Lorenzo after months of silence, only to get on his bad side when he shows up at his precinct.
After pleading with Di Lorenzo for a second chance, Lester finds himself captured and beaten by a group of gangsters who aren’t exactly happy to see him at their house in the middle of the night.
Will Lester survive the night and reunite with Di Lorenzo?
This 5,800 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT:
I force a smile, but it feels more like a
grimace. I follow him to the back of the
station, feeling like I’ve just picked up a stripper for a private show in the
back room of some seedy bar. He has to
be using steroids now, because he’s even larger than I remember. As I trail behind him, I get an incredible
view of his broad, muscular back, massive arms and trim waist. I see details that weren’t apparent in the
dim light of the crack house, but are on full display here under the
fluorescent lights.
His uniform bulges in all the right places. Even with his gun belt, cuffs and other accessories
on, I can see how nicely shaped his ass has become.
I glance down, only briefly, to see the wonderful size
14 Belleville tactical boots he’s wearing today. I think it’s the same pair he stomped me with
back in that deserted alley on that hot, rainy night.
His arms – oh my God his arms. If they were any tighter in his shirt
sleeves, he’d have to just sleep with his uniform on. I can imagine him flexing and ripping his
shirt to shreds.
He leads me down a long, dim hallway that gets darker
the further we go. I’m starting to think
that this isn’t where they keep the t-shirts.
At the end is a metal door, which leads to a staircase. His powerful boots clomp noisily as he leads
me down to the basement to another door at the end of yet another quiet
hallway. He doesn’t say a word.
He turns the handle and flicks on the fluorescent
lights in the empty room.
“Have a seat.” Look at that, he doesn’t sound pissed at
all. Maybe he’s had time to think about
things and has forgiven me?
I turn around and he closes the door with a slam.
Maybe not.
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