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:
I lay at down at the living room doorway to see how I
can make this work. If my body is
parallel to the opening, with my head and legs behind the wall, then only my
vulnerable torso and ass will be displayed when they turn the corner. What will happen when they see me laying
there, blocking the only way in? They’ll
either step over me or onto me. At the
minimum, I know they’ll step on me, but will they seize the opportunity to make
me their own personal doormat?
Satisfied with my little plan, I sit by the window and
peek through the blinds until I spot them, walking down the block. They both have that hot, confident swagger
that makes blue collar men irresistible to me.
I throw myself on the floor and lay face down. Or should I lie face up? Shit, I might have just one shot at this and
I want to make the best of it. I decide
that they’ve already stepped on my back, so I might as well continue in that
position.
My heart pounds in my chest while waiting for that
damn front door to open, but at last, I hear the wonderful sound of their heavy
boots stomping down the short hallway.
Just as I realize that I never heard them use the flimsy welcome mat
outside my house, they are upon me.
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