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.

The Corn Muffin Stomp Video

I stomped this corn muffin into a doughy paste under my Timberland boots.  

Here are some stills from the video.  

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THE SHAFTS

This story was told to me by a friend who no longer works in the industry.

WARNING: Contains disturbing imagery.

A friend of mine was working in a high end boutique that sold men’s and women’s clothes.  The women’s line was very popular, but as the men’s line grew, the designer was nominated for a prestigious award.

To celebrate this milestone, the store would throw a big, lavish party.  A caterer was brought in and the main floor was completely re-done.  Eight white male mannequins would be dressed up and displayed on the floor during the party.

Because the store did not yet have its own dedicated men’s shoes, eight pairs of brand new boots were delivered.  These were no ordinary boots.  These were black Wesco Boss engineer boots with lug soles.  

As the interns opened the boxes, the powerful smell of new leather filled the room.  My friend wondered if he might be able to get a pair of these hot boots when the whole affair was over.  One of the boots dropped onto the floor and made the kind of loud, masculine thud only a boot can make.  He had to turn away because he was getting an erection.  

One of the girls assigned to dress the mannequins yelled out “Oh, no.  We have a problem!”  It turned out that the metal bases for these mannequins had poles that stuck upward and were inserted into matching holes in the right ankle of each mannequin.  This meant that the boots could not be used while still allowing them to stand upright.  The boot shafts were in the way.  (The female mannequins had poles that were inserted into the butt cheeks of the mannequins, easily allowing for any type of shoe or boot - how sexist is that?)

With only a few hours before the start of the party and no time to seek out alternate footwear, the decision was made: cut the shafts of the boots down to the ankle to allow the metal support rod to be inserted.

My friend watched in horror as the mutilation began in earnest.  Armed with scissors and box cutters, the evil girls reduced eight beautiful pairs of new Wesco boots to unwearable garbage right before his eyes.

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