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Bootboy Part #1
Keywords:
uniform, swat, boots, workwear, cops, bondage, hoods, breath control, piss, cum
control, TT
The
familiar sound of a Recon message pinged on my phone. It was early afternoon on a stormy October
day and it was my rest day. I’d already
filled my morning with the gym and a long walk, and now I was back home, horny
and doing nothing else than browsing the Internet. As is typical, it was most likely someone
miles away, but always worth checking out.
“Hi
Sir”
Always
a good start to a conversation.
Thankfully not another faceless timewaster and a face looked back at me
in the main profile picture dressed head to toe in full bike leathers and
boots. The profile reported mid 40s, 90%
passive, and the image showed a well kept beard and dark and grey hair. Attractive.
Geolocation reported 1.6 miles away, but I rarely ever trust the
accuracy of such systems.
The
standard conversation ensued and interests were discussed. There were enough mutual interests in boots,
uniform, breath play and heavy restraint for a meet to be suggested. He seemed even more interested when he
discovered that the geolocation was fairly accurate and that I was soon to be
driving past his holiday accommodation on another errand. He was especially turned on by riot uniform
and body armour, so I packed up a large kit bag with as much uniform and toys
as I could carry and decided to change into half uniform.
Pulling
on a blue Bike jock, I got into my tight black uniform combat trousers, which
showed off my butt without being too tight to work in and gave a pleasing bulge
at the crotch. With the combats went my
wicking polo shirt with epaulettes’ and embroidered POLICE logos across each
sleeve; tucked into the combats and fastened with a two inch black leather belt
(which could also be used for other purposes).
Trousers tucked into polished Magnum hi leg patrol boots, laced up and
ready for a tongue. My cock was already
starting to twitch with the anticipation of a potential meet and the abuse I
knew I’d be giving.
I
wasn’t in bad shape for my late 40s, a solid based 6’2”, 200lbs muscular frame
and shaven hair. I trained regularly to
keep that muscle mass, and for efficiency of my job, and my muscular torso
still got looks of admiration from younger guys in the gym.
Covering
uniform with a jacket, I grabbed my kit bag and headed out. Final arrangements had been made by WhatsApp
– a) there was one chance to meet with no excuses b) we could meet at a neutral
place we both knew c) there was no shame in neither of us being compatible and
walking away, but if he used the word Sir towards me then he consented to be
owned for everything we’d discussed until we parted company.
Arriving
at the rendezvous location, there was one other vehicle there, and a telecoms
van with occupant in the driver’s seat.
The driver looked similar to the profile but then I noticed the boy
walking down towards the car park. The
profile picture matched and there hadn’t been any misrepresentation going on,
so I exited the vehicle my boots crunching on the loose gravelled surface and
gave a nod of acknowledgement.
He
came over looking nervous and greetings were exchanged. Disappointingly not in full leathers but he’d
previously explained he was not a biker but had all the kit, but not with
him. The workwear he was instead wearing
showed an obvious bulge.
“Sir,
I’d love to serve you, clean your boots with my tongue especially…”
“Then
I’ll get my kit, and we can have some fun boy”
The
sight of one guy in obvious uniform of some form getting a kit bag out of his
car after meeting another guy and going off together must have given the
telecom guy some amusement – but nothing was said or done. There would have been enough cuffs for both
of them anyway…
Arriving
back in the holiday home, we were alone in the stone floored living area.
No
further pleasantries were exchanged, with one gaze and me pointing down he
instinctively dropped to his knees and dropped his head. Very submissive looking, and my cock
instantly responded in the confines of the jock.
“Wait
boy”
Opening
my kit bag, I took out my chest armour and strapped it on, then leg protection
and arm protectors, leather gloves and finally pulled the silk balaclava over
my head, and reached for the saddle leather restraints I’d packed. Made out of thick leather, although supple enough
to be used for longer term all point restraint, with a metal clasp which slides
through the leather and locks with a padlock.
I
made quick work of wrapping the thick leather collar around his neck, purposely
tight enough to be felt, before clicking a large heavy padlock into place. Lifting my knee onto the back of his head, I
applied some pressure with my leg armour which made him push his forehead down
towards the stone floor. Unsnapping my
quik-cuffs from my belt, I lifted one of his hands and closed a cuff around his
wrist and locked it shut, taking time to enjoy each click of the ratchet moving
through the hinge. Taking the other
wrist, I closed it into locked position.
Transferring
to a standing position in front of him, looking down I could already see he was
hard inside his workwear, and there was a stain of precum already starting to
show. Pushing a Magnum boot onto his
hard cock, I pushed down hard and he grunted in pleasure.
“See
those nice tall black leather boots boy?”
“SIR,
Yes”
I
kicked into his cock and balls harder.
“You
fucking boy, you’ll learn. How is it we
talk to our boss?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
“Far
fucking better you fucking slave. You
see those tall black leather boots boy?
Do you think that black leather is going to smell good boy?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
I
rubbed my leather gloved hand all the way down one side of my boot, across the
toe cap, and back up the other side.
Placing it next to his nose, I wanted to raise his expectations to their
highest before this tongue would be allowed a reward. Sliding my leather glove down over his mouth,
I pushed a finger against his lips, and pushed the leather gloved finger into
his mouth. I felt his tongue tasting
right round the invading object. When
wet with spit, I removed the finger and applied pressure to his mouth and nose
and clamped it shut.
When
I could feel him beginning to struggle for breath, I unclamped my hand and put
pressure on the collar.
“Want
to taste that boot boy, feel your tongue across that shiny leather?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
“Think
you should be allowed to service that boot and make it nice and wet and shiny
like it should be?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
“Then
down on the ground and get that fucking tongue to work slave”
Still
with wrists in quik-cuffs behind his back, it’s always a challenge for a boy in
such a position to leverage into a good boot licking position unless he’s very
flexible. Quik-cuffs don’t allow flexion
in the wrists because of the rigid centre piece. But he managed admirably to drop his lips to
the toecap of my outstretched leg.
The
tongue extended, and pushed against the boot and started taking long sweeping
motions across it. I swear I could feel the pressure of his tongue through the
toecap. Long, wet strokes across the beautiful pungent shiny black
leather. It looked just beautiful. Whilst he worked his way across the toecap, I
straddled over him, and fastened the saddle leather wrist restraints around his
wrists and padlocked closed. His tongue
moved from the toecap to the edge of the sole, where he continued pushing his
tongue hard into the stitching line with every movement. This was a well trained bootboy and my cock
was straining against the uniform.
“Taste
good boy?”
“SIR
YES SIR” without missing an inch of the boot leather. Every inch was getting worked. The toecap was shining was spit, and his
tongue traced from the stitching up the ankle to the top of the calf.
“Please
soles too SIR”
Applying
the key to the rigid handcuffs, I released his wrists to allow better
positioning to continue his boot service.
I took a seat on a plain chair and extended my boot to his new position
crouched on his haunches. His hands
extended out to support my boot and the tongue once again extended this time onto
the sole of my boot. Again I could feel the pressure of his tongue covering
every inch of the grass and dirt covered soles, even paying attention to the
ridges between the moulded sole.
“Shirt
off boy, show me some tits I can abuse”
Dutifully
he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing an in shape chest with two pert
little tits sticking out ready for my abuse.
As he went about this boot service, I leaned back and enjoyed the
moment. My cock was swollen inside the
jock, and I slowly stroked it through my uniform. He kept giving tongue service to my boot but
looked up at my crotch clearly wanting the rewards within.
He
worked down the sole covering every inch from the toe to the mid section and
heel, and then again onto the toecap over the course of a full fifteen
minutes. This boy liked his boots, and
this was a fucking hot scene. I jerked
my meat through my uniform but didn’t want to go too far too quickly. There was now a large stain of precum on his
crotch which was spreading more with each moment.
One
boot had been serviced, it was time for a change of scene.
Briefly
standing I once again clipped a padlock to the wrist restraints and clipped
them together behind his back. Returning
to a seated position, I took my toecap and stomped and lightly kicked his
obviously hard cock through his trousers.
“Enjoying
serving this cop’s boot leather boy?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
“What
do you say boy for being allowed to get hard and spit shine that delicious boot
leather?”
“SIR?” the penny dropped “SIR THANK YOU SIR”
“That’s
how every boy should respond.”
I
increased the pressure on my stomping and kicking to his crotch, but he didn’t
pull away.
“Bootboy
nice and turned on like the fucking pig he is then?”
“SIR
YES SIR THANK YOU SIR”
With
my gloved hand, I reached down and took rough hold of his swollen cock inside
the blue workwear, now with a beautiful precum patch which had spread to a few
centimetres. Unable to play with himself
due to the wrist restraints, I slowly started jerking him off still clothed, gradually
enjoying increasing the pace. His moans
and increase in breathing showed he was enjoying this forced milking, but I
wasn’t going to let him get any release yet.
“That
swollen cop crotch look good to you boy?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
“Think
it will smell of hot cop cock?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
“…
and taste just as good as those black leather boots?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
“…then
use your mouth and tongue and suck me through my uniform boy like a good slave”
He leant forward, and buried his face in my
crotch. I could see him taking in the
scent of my uniform and the cock inside.
With his talented mouth, he identified my cock inside the uniform and
started chewing on it, trying to sweep from the base to the tip inside the riot
kit. With my still leather gloved hand,
I put pressure on the back of his head like I was face fucking him still fully
clothed. Again his tongue extended and starting tasting and licking the uniform
fabric and following the line of my cock.
He got his head right in there and tried to chew on my balls, and took
in the scents.
I
could feel his spit wetting the front of my uniform, and my cock was fully
aroused by this well trained mouth.
He
made an attempt to take the zip in his mouth to get to the rewards inside, but
I wanted to keep his anticipation going even more before he would taste me.
I
brought my leather riot gloved hand across his face in a light slap.
“You
haven’t worked hard enough for that reward yet boy”. There was a look of momentary disappointment
but he understood.
Still
seated, I reached for my kit bag, and took out a rubber S10 gasmask with
attached hood and breathing hose.
Purposely unzipping it and attaching the breath hose in front of his
face, I dropped it right on his crotch, took off my gloves, and used the
leather as a temporary gag by pushing it into his mouth.
“You
think you’re gonna enjoy being strapped and locked into this rubber hood boy?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
“Think
it’s gonna smell nice in there, with the smell of rubber and sweat from
previous bootboys?”
“SIR
YES SIR”
Taking
the keys from my belt, I unclipped the existing padlock of his collar, and took
it off. It was pleasing to see a red
mark where the tight collar had been worn.
Pulling the gas mask up and onto his face, I made sure it was in the
right position, and pulled the rest of the hood over the back of his head. I knew the pungent smell of the rubber and
coolness as it strapped on would have turned this boy on even more, and I could
see his hardon. Pulling the back zip
shut, I fastened the collar, and put a padlock through the buckle.
Reaching
down with one hand, I took one of his tits in my hands and squeezed hard.
“This
boy like his tits being tortured too then?”
“SIR
YES SIR” from inside the hood.
I
applied various pressure, twisting and squeezing to his tit, gradually
increasing the intensity to see when he flinched. To my surprise, he didn’t, so I kept in
adding the pressure and roughness. It was standing erect, and reddened by my
abuse. With my increasing pressure, he
was moaning inside the hood, and the precum was again spreading. I put the heel of my boot on the top of his
cock and scraped across it whilst switching to the other tit.
Whilst
distracting him this time abusing the other tit, I clamped my hand over the
breathing tube hard to cut his air flow.
He lasted a good number of seconds before the panic reflex started
kicking in and the begging for air started.
With both tits now swollen and red, I let them recover for a while. I let the air rush into the hood, and
received a “SIR THANK YOU SIR” in appreciation.
Over the next ten minutes, I controlled his breathing and had him
gasping into the hood.
Allowing
him time to recover, I quietly soaked a cotton wool pad in poppers, and then
covered the breathing tube with it and screwed in a filter. He had no option in his restrained state but
to take in the vapours and get the high that came along with it. At the same time, I returned to working his
tits more, which this time was met by plenty of moaning.
Allowing
him fresh air once again, I worked his tits even more, and I could see his cock
straining against his workwear. Jerking
him off, he was harder than ever, and moaning for release. I could feel his cock pulsating inside the
workwear, and I gradually increased the pressure and speed of my strokes. But just when I could feel him pulsing more
and breathing heavier, I stopped and left him kneeling without any influences.
“You
wanna be allowed to shoot your load boy?”
“SIR
PLEASE SIR”
“Not
anywhere near yet boy, if I let you shoot your load at all”
There
was a sound which I could only describe as a whimper.
Taking
my hands, I clamped them around the front of the hood collar, putting pressure
where I knew was effective. It took him
by surprise but he was in no position to resist in his restrained, high and
kneeling state. Being skilled at the
right location, a few seconds later, his eyes started to glaze and he verged on
passing out. Releasing the pressure, I
let the blood rush back to his head, reviving him in an instant rush of
adrenaline. Surprise, dazed, completely
controlled and very very horny.
I
unlocked the hood, and removed it so I could see his eyes, which were more
burning with desire than ever.
“You
like being completely owned by a cop boy?”
“SIR
THANK YOU SIR. Please knock me out SIR”
Now
uncollared, I found the required spot, and again did the necessary, this time
pushing the boy a little further until I felt him pass into the relaxed
state. It looked like his cock was going
to burst out his workwear. I’d hit a
real trigger for him.
As
he returned to reality, I widened my legs so that he was kneeing between them,
and I show him some tenderness by stroking his beard, and gently played with
his tit.
Once
he’d recovered a little, I stood and again presented my crotch. This time, I unzipped and exposed by filled
jock for his tongue. No prompting was
necessary and he leaned forward and started sucking me through the jock. I could feel his tongue on the tip of my cock
through the jock, and his spit working up the length of it.
Pulling
down the jock, I freed my cock from its confines, and it sprang to full
length. His tongue extended and made
contact with the glans, tracing a line round the tip before taking a single
lick of the precum that made it moist.
He leant forwards, and took the length into his mouth, applying just the
right amount of pressure to give me maximum stimulation. He swallowed it down whole and then started
working the entire swollen length into this throat.
Taking
the opportune moment, I slapped him across the face.
“Not
time for your reward quite yet boy. Keep
that mouth open. If you waste a drop,
then you won’t be cuming today boy”
With my meat fully erect and getting close to
the point of unloading my cream, it took some concentration before I was able
to aim into his mouth and let my stream of hot piss flow. The golden liquid filled his mouth, and then
when he could hold no more, it was swallowed down in gulps. Of course, mid stream I knew this would mean
some would be wasted. A second and third
mouthful was taken before I finished, with some wasted down his chin.
“Well,
no cuming for you it is today then boy.”
The
hot scene in front of me once again turning me on and once again using the
willing mouth in front of me meant I was soon fully erect once again and using
his mouth. I unclipped the padlock from
behind his back to allow better access, and started thrusting into his mouth. Taking his head forcefully I pushed my cock
right into this throat, and he gagged, but soon got used to it. When I was fully erect, I jerked myself,
whilst he sucked on my balls, and I could feel that I was getting close.
Once
again the tongue was put to good use, darting round the head and hole and
giving me maximum stimulation.
“PLEASE
SIR”
It
was at the stage where his handsome slave bootboy on his knees willing to take
all he was given was turning me on to the level I couldn’t hold back any
longer. Back to using his throat, and
the stimulation meant there wasn’t long to wait thrusting and him gagging
before I fired my hot white load deep into his throat. He gagged at the moment, but then swallowed
it down like a good boy should. He sucked
out every drop he could before the tongue once again darted across my cockhead
to clean any remaining cop juice from the source.
Letting
my breathing return to normal, I slumped onto the chair, my cock still hanging
out of its jock.
“You
want permission to cum boy?”
“SIR
YES SIR PLEASE SIR”
“Boys
who waste boss piss don’t get to cum boy.
Cumming denied you can fucking learn to be good boy”.
As
I regained my composure, I cleaned up and straightened my uniform. My boots were shining. I was pleased. I released he hadn’t even fully undressed,
and I’d not allowed him permission to cum.
“So
boy? How long you on holiday for?”
Thanks for
all your feedback – I’m always very pleased to hear from people who enjoy and
have similar interests. Lots of ways to
get in touch. Start with http://bear-cop.com
for my Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and Tumblr feeds. You can also text/WhatsApp me at
+447942999885 if you want, or skype:uk.cop
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fiction is free to be distributed in the public domain provided the original
author and paragraph above is included.
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