After my dad died when I was 16, my mom wasted no time in starting to date again. She brought home guy after guy, most of whom were total assholes. I did notice a pattern though they were all much younger than her, tall and muscular. After a year she seemed to settle on one asshole in particular, Max. Max was 24, barely any older than my 17 at the time. He was a motorcycle cop and always turned up at our house on his bike wearing his uniform. He was disgustingly hot. He was well over 6 feet tall, huge biceps straining his uniform shirt, big muscular barrel chest, chiseled abs, tree trunk thighs, a perfect handsome face, usually with a cruel sneer plastered on it when directed at me. Above all though, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his huge feet, size 13 I learned, especially when his big wide, beefy, masculine feet were in his authoritarian Dehner police patrol boots. I couldn’t hide the drool coming out of my mouth looking at this booted GOD. He treated me with complete contempt, barely saying anything to me, usually barking orders at me to get him a beer.
I was a quiet, shy, nerdy, weedy kid. I knew I was gay but had never done anything with a guy before. My porn habits were definitely on the kinky side. Despite being bullied a LOT in school, I was obsessed with jocks, soldiers, cops, uniforms, boots, sneakers, cleats. I sniffed guys shoes and socks any chance I got in the school gym. Whenever Max slept over with my mom making VERY noisy aggressive love to her most of the night I would sneak out of my room and get his huge Dehner patrol boots from the hallway. I spent hours shoving my face in them, huffing on his foot stink and boot leather, licking every inch of the tall boot leather, licking the boot soles and most of all pressing the boot down on my cock, imagining Max standing over me, stomping on my dick.
One afternoon after school I was in the computer game store and did something incredibly stupid. I stole a game and snuck it into my jacket pocket. As I was about to leave the store a security guard came up to me, grabbed my arm and said “not so fast kid”. He took me into the back, searched my jacket and found the game. He called the cops and half an hour later to my horror Max strutted into the store with a shit eating grin on his face. The handsome cop spoke with the guard and told him he knew me, I was his girlfriends kid and he would make sure I never came into this store again. I couldn’t believe my luck, the asshole was going to get me off. At least there were some perks to him banging my mom every night.
Max took my neck in his massive paw and practically dragged me out to his car. “You dumb little shit!” he screamed at me. “If you think I’m going to bail you out of anything like that again you’ve got another thing coming”. Despite his words he still had a shit eating grin on his face like he had just won the lottery. He ignored me all the way home.
When we got home he dragged my by my neck again into the kitchen and shoved me into a chair. He told my mom what happened. She sat down with her head in her hands and started crying saying what am I going to do with him. “He needs a proper bare ass whipping is what he needs” Max said. “He is too old for me to spank him Max and I don’t believe in physical punishment anyway”. “I’ll beat the little shit, I guarantee you he wont step out of line again when I’m through with him honey” he said grinning at me as he said it. “Don’t be silly Max, I don’t believe in that stuff”.
“Honey, he is a boy, a man, boys need discipline, women like you can’t understand that, it’s a man thing. Trust me I am a cop, I see what happens to kids like this who don’t get the discipline they need”. I had to speak up, I could NOT let this asshole fucking beat me. “Mom! You cant let him beat me, what the fuck?? Plus he is barely any older than me, you can’t!!”.
If anything my protesting seemed to work against me as she seemed to be thinking it over. “Maybe you’re right Max, I guess I don’t understand boys, maybe he does need a man to take him in hand”. “You bet he does honey” Max said. “OK” she said. I couldn’t believe it what the fuck is happening? “Honey, I think you should go meet your friends, you don’t want to be here when this happens. Women don’t understand man to man discipline, leave us men to it.”. I started pleading again but mom just got up, put her coat on and left the house.
I glared at Max still dressed in his skin tight, painted on motorcycle cop unform and spit shined tall Dehner boots (well lick shined, since I had spent 2 hours last night jerking myself off while licking his boots while he fucked my mom). “You are in for it now boy” he said. “I want you to go into the garage and strip naked”. “Fuck you Max, I am NOT letting you beat me and I am NOT going to fucking strip for you” I screamed in panic.
He just grinned even wider, stepped up to where I was sitting and SLAPPED my face, HARD. I saw stars. “You listen to me FAGGOT” he said. “I have seen the way you fucking drool over me and my uniform. And especially my boots, you stare at them constantly. You are obviously a fucking queer. I aint got a problem with that fag, but you’ve got to understand I am the Alpha male in this house and you will fucking obey me. Now I’m giving you one more chance, get into the garage and strip naked and wait for me, or I will drag you there and rip off your clothes and double your punishment”
I was in shock, what the fuck was happening. And he knew I was gay and hot for him. Would he tell my mom? “OK Max, I’m sorry, yes I’m gay, PLEASE don’t tell mom!”. “In the garage, naked, now, faggot” he said in reply. Finally I got up and resigned myself to my fate, I went into the garage which Max had turned into a home gym full of his equipment. I took off my clothes and stood there completely naked. Despite my fear my cock was starting to get hard by the time Max walked into the garage still in his uniform and boots. In his hand he had his old fraternity paddle, thick heavy with holes drilled in them, he also had a spare duty belt and a riding crop, where did he get that. He put the implements down, picked up the paddle and slapped it in his hand with another shit eating grin on his face. My cock was now ROCK hard and dripping precum at the masculine display of power and authority displayed before me.
“Seems like you’re into this fag” he said. “Get over the workout bench ass up”. I positioned myself over the bench. He took his handcuffs off his belt and cuffed my hands under the bench, he then got some rope and tied my legs as well so I couldn’t escape.
He picked up the paddle and slapped it in his hand again menacingly. “Now fag, confession time” he said. “What exactly have you been doing every night with my boots in your room?”. To reinforce his question he lifted his massive booted foot and planted it on the bench right in front of my face. “Umm.. I don’t know Max what are you talking about” I said embarrassed beyond belief.
He calmly walked back behind me, pulled back his arm and SMASHED the paddle into my ass with all his very considerable strength. I screamed although my hard cock under my belly pulsed with pleasure somehow.
He walked back to my front, planted his right boot back in front of my face and said “Answer me faggot”. “I. I. um. I just you, know, clean them for you”. He laughed. “Yeah I know that, funny how my boots are always cleaner in the morning, you think I didn’t notice? Be more specific, how do you clean them and don’t even think about lying faggot”. “Um… well I kinda, um lick them” I said quietly more embarrassed than I have ever been in my life. “Speak up faggot I can’t hear you” he said. “I lick them” I said loudly now. He just laughed hysterically. “No shit faggot. Do you know how many fags beg me to let them lick my boots? I’ve got fags lining up on the internet to PAY to lick my boots and you think you can do it for free?”. “I’m sorry Max please I’m sorry”. He stepped back behind me and lay into my ass with the paddle again, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. I screamed, my cock started to soften at the unbelievable pain this only a little older but indisputably superior man was dishing out to my ass.
He stepped back, planted his right boot in front of my face again and said “From now on you ask for permission before you lick my boots faggot, you got that? And show me respect address me as SIR you fucking queer cunt”. “Yes SIR I am sorry Sir I wont do it again Sir”. “That’s not what I said, I didn’t say you couldn’t lick my boots, fags are gonna fag, I said you ask permission first”. “Yes Sir, I will ask for permission Sir”. “Good, show me how ask me now” he said.
What the fuck is happening? “Please Sir, please may I lick your boots” I said my cock pulsing with pleasure and leaking precum at actually saying these words to this muscle bound booted cop. “Good enough for now I guess but you are going to have to improve your begging skills queer”. “OK start licking” and he practically shoved the toe of his huge size 13 Dehner into my mouth. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, I started hungrily lapping at his boot, I pressed my tongue on the leather as hard as I could giving long, hard licks of the leather methodically covering all the beautiful powerful police boot leather. Above me Max was laughing, but also rubbing his huge package clearly visible in his tight trousers. Fuck was my licking his boots turning Max on?
“I’ve got to hand it to you boy, you are the best bootlicker I’ve had yet and I have had a lot of fags lick my boots. Made the pledges in my frat lick my muddy football cleats too but they were fucking shit at it, better when I roasted their asses though he laughed”. “But you are on a whole other level, I can feel your tongue through the leather, its fucking amazing.”
Once I had licked his whole right boot including the dirty soles he put his foot down and stood in front of me with his huge very hard package almost in my face. “Now tell me, EXACTLY, what else you did with my boots in your room, I want to know every detail, I will know if you’re lying queer, its my job to know when people lie”. At this point I was so horny I wanted to tell him every sick fantasy I have ever had so no danger of lying. “Well Sir, I um sniff the inside of your boot, I LOVE your foot smell, mixed with the smell of boot leather Sir”. He laughed rubbing his crotch again clearly very turned on. “And um. I stomp the sole down on my hard dick and grind the sole on to my cock wishing you were standing over me and trampling my hard naked cock under your boot”. Max let out a loud moan and shook with pleasure and I saw a wet cum stain form on the crotch of his uniform trousers. “Dude, you are one sick fag, look you made me cum with your sick fantasy. I knew you were a queer but didn’t think you were into BDSM dude”.
“So tell me fag are you into pain?” he asked. “I don’t know Sir, I think so, the paddling made me go soft but fuck it did turn me on. And the thought of you trampling me in your boots, stomping on my cock and balls really turns me on”. “OK faggot, I love pussy, you hear how hard I pound your mom every night” he said. “But I also LOVE humiliating and hurting fags. You are going to be my personal little slave, just like the pledges I had in my frat. Its gonna be our secret”.
“OK SIR” I said not believing my luck. “But first I promised your mom I would punish you for your stealing and I keep my promises. You’re getting 12 hard swats with my frat paddle and 24 hard lashes with my duty belt. You wont be sitting comfortably for a week. And I have a feeling seeing what a respectful boy I turned you into flinching every time he sits down is going to make your mom properly wet for this big cock up her snatch. Every bitch loves a man who can take charge and dominate”.
“Now fag I want you to count each swat and thank me, you miss one, you count wrong I start again”. “Yes Sir” I said. He walked behind me and started limbering up swinging the paddle back and forth I could feel the air move on my already sore red butt. Then I felt something cool on my balls. FUCK, he had lifted his booted foot and was bouncing my balls on the toe of his huge Dehner boot. “Just think faggot when I’m done beating your ass, I’m going to let you lie your naked ass on the floor and BEG me to let you cum under the sole of my big boot, would you like that queer boy?”. “YES SIR, YES PLEASE!” I shouted desperate for that to happen.
He pulled back his boot and kicked my balls. I nearly threw up at the pain in my stomach from the boot kick to my balls. But my cock pulsed even more precum. Then he pulled his big boot back and started BEATING my ass with that paddle. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK over and over again. “One SIR, thank you SIR, please may I have another” I shouted after each powerful full force swat. I could see in the mirror on the wall in front of me that Max had unzipped his unform trousers and pulled out his cock. He was casually stroking his MASSIVE cock as he grinned and BEAT my now purple bruised ass. “Twelve THANK YOU SIR” I finally shouted and he put the paddle down.
He went back to bouncing my balls on his boot toe amusing himself while I calmed down and my tears subsided. He pushed his boot under my body putting the toe of his boot under my ROCK HARD cock and pressing my balls into the instep of the glorious boot, the boot that symbolizes power and authority and masculinity. Feeling my cock pressing down on that amazing smooth boot leather made me forget all about the incredible pain in my ass.
After probably 5 minutes he pulled his boot back and went to get his duty belt. He looped it and snapped it menacingly. He got up into my face and said “You know I often let punks like you off in exchange for a good ass beating, this belt has smashed a lot of punk asses.”. “Don’t bother counting this time, I’m going to rapid fire these lashes, you are going to howl like a banshee so I had better gag you” he said and strutted over to his gym bag. He pulled out a pair of gym socks which looked crusty and brown with sweat and dirt from his work outs, he also pulled out a gym shoe. He walked over to me grinning from ear to ear again and I could guess what was coming. “Open up” he said as he shoved what was a STINKING, RANK pair of socks into my mouth. The flavor as my saliva awakened the taste of his foot stink was incredible. He then opened up his gym shoe and forced my nose into it, tying it off behind my head. I was now chewing on his RANK socks and sniffing the intense STINK from his gym shoe tied to my face. I was in heaven.
I heard him walking back around to my ass snapping the belt over and over again to intimidate me. He rubbed the belt against my balls making me really horny again. After a while the belt left my balls and then SMACK a line of fire exploded on my ass as he smashed the belt with his full strength into my ass. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK the belt smashed into my ass over and over and over again. Tears were streaming down my face as I hyperventilated sucking the shoe stink into my nose and chewing down the sweat out of his socks. Finally he dropped the belt.
A few minutes later he started to untie my legs and undid the cuffs on my hands. He lifted me up and gently put me down on my back on the soft wrestling mat on the floor. I howled in pain as my battered ass made contact with the mat. I was still gagged and muzzled by his rank gym shoe.
He stood back up and kicked my legs to either side making me spread them wide. My cock was now soft after the intense symphony of pain he had dished out to my ass. I could see his massive musclebound form standing over me as I looked past the massive shoe over my face. He was standing over me with his ROCK HARD huge cock hanging out of his pants. He was gently fisting his cock.
I could see him lifting his big tall leather cop boot. He gently pressed it down onto my exposed cock and balls. He started rubbing his huge size 13 boot on my cock balls. “You did good boy, Master is proud of you” he said. I glowed with pleasure at the praise this perfect embodiment of masculinity and strength was giving me. My cock got harder and harder under his boot. “Do you want me to give your hard little cock a good stomp under Masters big cop boot fag slave?” he asked. I nodded my head furiously the stinky shoe bouncing on my head. He laughed loudly. He lifted up his huge boot and STOMPED on my hard cock and brutally rubbed my cock under his boot sole. I convulsed with pleasure, I felt myself go beyond the point of no return. My cock started pulsing, I tried to shout “I’m cumming SIR” into the rank sock shoved into my mouth. My cock shot rope after rope after rope of cum onto the sole of my Alpha’s big cop boot. Seconds later Max made a loud cry of pleasure and started shooting cum onto the top of the same boot standing on my dick. As he came he ground and crushed my now sensitive cock under his boot.
Once Max recovered he took the stinking shoe off my face and told me to spit out his filthy gym socks. “Thank you MASTER” I said to him. He smiled with pleasure at my acknowledgement of his power over me. “My boots are covered in cum slave” he said.
“Please allow me to lick your boots clean MASTER, PLEASE! I worship your big boots, they symbolize authority, power, masculinity, strength, please let me lick them MASTER” I said. “Told you, you would learn to beg better Slave” he said.
I got on all fours and started lapping all his cum off the his amazing boots. Then I lay on my back wincing again as my butt touched the floor for him to stand over me and hold his boot sole over my mouth so I could lick my own cum off the bottom of my Alpha male god’s boots.
When mom got home later and I came down for dinner I gave a little cry of pain as I sat down. Mom looked at me, turned to Max, and said “Don’t you think you were a little hard on him”. “He needed it honey, and he respects me for it, don’t you boy?” he said looking at me. “Yes Sir, thank you for disciplining me Sir” I said. Mom looked shocked but that night she and Max went at it like crazy both screaming with pleasure. I also heard what clearly sounded like spanks and mom shouting, punish me Max. He clearly wasn’t hitting her with 10% of the strength he hit me with though.
When they were done Max came into my room carrying his patrol boots and a polish bag. He threw the boots and polish onto my bed. “Clean my boots slave, you may lick them but you may NOT jerk off. Then polish my boots to a perfect spit shine. If I am not satisfied your ass is going to feel my belt again. If I am satisfied you will get to feel those boots on your pathetic little cock again tomorrow.” He laughed and went back to his bedroom. I spent half the night getting his boots sparkling. I REALLY wanted to feel my cock and balls stomped under his boots again.
