Lester’s car breaks down and he gets a tow from a friendly auto mechanic who takes pity on him and his unreliable car.
But when the cost of repairs begins to skyrocket, he tries to reason with the two hulking men who work at the garage who aren’t so friendly after all.
This 5,800 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot related violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT:
“Bruno, you got a call on line 3!” yells a disembodied voice.
“Will you excuse me for a second?” He’s so well mannered I can’t take it.
I step aside, but quickly realize the space between the car and the wall is a bit too narrow for us both. Bruno squeezes by, pressing me up against the fender of my car. Interestingly, he doesn’t seem to react. It’s as if he’s so big he doesn’t notice, like stepping on an ant. Or maybe this just happens all the time.
As he talks on the phone, I pretend to look under the hood. I decide that if I can’t see him coming back, he can squeeze by me again. I touch random engine parts, as if I’m checking things out.
Sure enough, I feel a slow push as he walks by. “Sorry about that.”
“No problem.”
As a matter of fact, I’d like you to do it again.
He shows me a few other things and I notice his thick, meaty hands and forearms. I need to leave before my hard on gets me in trouble.
I nod as he finishes up the little lesson. Incredibly he rushes past me, squishing me against the car. It’s as if he wants to push up against me yet again. I follow close behind, hoping for more time here at the garage. Suddenly, Bruno stops and turns around, remembering something else he wanted to say. We collide and his huge boot stomps onto my foot.
“Whoa! Sorry buddy! Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “Any faster and you’d be standing on my chest, big guy.”
