THE BAR - A Gay Erotic Short Story

It’s “Boot Day” at the Leather Vest. Lester is booted up and ready for some action.

After an encounter with a sadistic bartender, he finds even more excitement in the bar’s basement, and meets two huge muscle bears who are more than willing to give him what he wants.

But the bar’s angry bouncer is determined to ruin Lester’s good time.

This 5,600 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT:

The bartender on this floor is a burly muscle bear in a leather vest and jeans.  He is almost as tall and wide as the massive bouncer out front.  I approach the bar and linger a bit before ordering so I can check out his beefy arms and bulging chest.

He acknowledges me with a quick nod.  “What can I get you?”  He leans in so he can hear me over the loud music.  I take a discreet whiff of his leather vest.

“A Heineken.  Thanks.”

I watch him dig around the cooler and pop the top off before sliding the glistening green bottle towards me with his meaty, wet hand.  I try to peer over the bar to see what boots he’s wearing, but it’s too dark.  As he slides my change across the bar, I tell him to keep it.  Then I go in for the kill.

“What kind of boots you wearin tonight?”

He backs away and for a second I think I’ve offended him.  His leg rises up and drops his huge black logger boot onto the bar with enough force to rattle all the nearby bottles and glasses.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a logger boot that big and wide.  The treads are deep and dripping wet from walking behind the bar.  He moves the boot around so I can examine all sides.

“Very hot, man.  Very hot.  What size are they?”

“Thanks, buddy.  Fourteen.  Wide.”

The boot and the massive leg disappear behind the bar and I feel cheated.  I need more than a quick glance.

I motion for him to come closer so I can ask him something.

“Those are beautiful.  I want you to walk on me in those.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.  I wouldn’t mind lying on the floor behind the bar.”

“Think you can handle it?”

“Yeah.  Yeah.  I can.”  I’m getting short of breath now.

He looks around to make sure the coast is clear. 

“Come on.”

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THE TRAILER - A Gay Erotic Short Story

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.”

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CELL MATE - A Gay Erotic Short Story

After a few too many drinks, Lester finds himself in jail.  As if that weren’t bad enough, his temporary cell mate is a monstrous, sadistic bouncer who can’t go a day without hurting someone.

Now, Lester must find a way to survive the night as Steve has his way with him.

This 5,000 word erotic story includes gay themes, mild violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT

I wake up to feel an intense pressure on my neck.  I open my eyes to see Steve’s dirty work boot pressing down on my neck.  I try to push it off, feeling the lug soles with my hands.

I struggle to breathe.  “Please…get off.”

“Sssh!  I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I…can’t…”

He pulls the boot away and drops it on the cell floor.

“…breathe!”  I grab my neck and cough.

“You’re such a wimp.”

“What did you do that for?”

“Just for kicks.  Once you get a guy under your boots, it’s like you can’t get enough.”

“Well, you scared the fuck out of me.”

He turns away, shrugs his broad, muscular shoulders.  “Sorry.”

It’s an empty sorry.  He’s not sorry.  Not in the least.  Now what?

“You almost broke my neck.”

“Almost doesn’t count.  You’re lucky that’s all I did.”

“I don’t understand.  I didn’t fuck with you.  I didn’t do a thing.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“What?  I’m lost – do you get a thrill out of hurting guys or something?”

He turns around and points at me.  “Bingo.”  There’s a big smile on his face.

“So…when you get into bar fights…”

“It’s like heaven, but I get annoyed when I don’t get to beat someone up.”

For a few seconds, everything is quiet as he stares at me.  I can see the hunger in his eyes.

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Timberland Boots Stomp Cream Filled Cakes

If you love boots and chocolate, you will enjoy this video of me stomping 12 cream filled chocolate cakes.

THE PIT - A Gay Erotic Short Story

This has long been one of my fantasies, so I'm glad to share it with all of you.

Lester’s innocent inquiry ends up giving him the opportunity of a lifetime – to be trampled by a group of construction workers on site.

Will Lester be able to survive the onslaught of 50 brutish construction workers as they walk on him without care?

This 4,500 word erotic boot fetish story includes boot-related violence, sexual language and profanity.

EXCERPT

One of the guys yells from a distance. “Hey Mark, that your buddy?”
“Yep!”
“Alright!” He does a little dance. “Time to blow off some steam.”

The big guy follows behind us, and as we get closer, more guys drop what they’re doing and follow. We exit the building in the back where there is a big, wide dirt pit. A crowd of burly construction workers has already gathered. We are surrounded by stark, unfinished concrete buildings, so it has the feel of a prison yard.

“Here he is!” yells Mark. They cheer and clap like I’m a celebrity. I nod at them and smile a bit. I get nervous again.

It’s a vast cross section of manly, blue collar men. There are white men, black men, and Latin men just for starters. They are all relatively young, muscular and dirty. I glance down at their boots and see Timberlands, PRO Timberlands, Caterpillars, loggers, combats, steel toe boots and some I don’t recognize. I see every color of boot: tan, black, gray, and brown. Some boots are so caked with mud, I can’t even tell what they are.

“So, how do you want to do this, Lester?” asks Mark.

“Well, there’s a lot of guys here. Maybe they should, I dunno…get in line?”

“You heard him, guys! Get in line!”

They scramble to get in line as I lay down on the ground. They push and shove each other, yelling and threatening each other until they calm down.

“You ready, Lester?”

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Pound Cake Stomp Photos

Some pics I took after I stomped that stale pound cake back to raw dough. Click to enlarge.

Pound Cake Gets Stomped by Timberlands

I got this stale pound cake and decided that it would be more fun to stomp it flat than just throw it out.