A leak in the Lester’s basement forces him to call a
plumber, prompting a return from Mike and Paul.
While they’re eager to get him under their boots, things
quickly take a sadistic and messy turn down in the basement.
This 5,800 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot related
violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT:
For a big man, Paul can really move, even while carrying the
heavy toolbox. He makes quick and heavy well-placed stomps on my crotch, chest
and head before jogging up the wood stairs that strain and creak loudly under the
immense punishment.
I crawl up the stairs to find them in the living room getting comfortable on the couch.
I crawl up the stairs to find them in the living room getting comfortable on the couch.
“So, how’s pizza sound?”
“That’s good.”
After I place the order, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
“I have to change my shirt. I can’t answer the door like this,” I say to my reflection.
Paul stands up. “Get on the floor. I’ll help you get out of it.”
He stands over me, holding his filthy boot over my face. He eases the big toe under the stretched t-shirt collar with the heel resting lightly on my cheek. He kicks, scraping my cheek and ripping the collar, but only slightly. He repeats, and it rips a little more. Finally, he kicks hard enough to tear the front of my shirt wide open. The momentum of the kick sends him forward, and his boot stomps down right into my crotch.
He steps over me and plops back down on the couch as I stand up. I feel a yank from behind and it’s Paul, grabbing what’s left of the shredded shirt and ripping it off of me. I turn around to see him using it as a rag to polish his boot while Mike grabs the remote and finds a baseball game.
