RT-560 Teen Bootlicker
Teen Bootlicker
Rough Trade
RT-560
Anonymous
$3.95
FOREWORD
The Boot Master reaches out and pinches my nipples, one in each hand. He twists them and rolls them around between his fingertips.
I struggle and groan, my wrists and ankles shackled into steel cuffs. I’m a prisoner, held captive in the Boot Master’s private dungeon.
“Are you ready, Boot Licker?” he says.
“Are you ready for your initiation?”
“Yes, master,” I say.
The Boot Master turns and reaches for a set of clamps, attached together by a slender chain. He squeezes the clamps in his fingers and aims them at my nipples.
A sharp metal clamp bites down on each tit.
I scream out in pain.
The teeth of the clamps dig into each pink nipple, into the tender flesh. The Boot Master thrusts his face toward mine. I can feel his hot, angry breath on my neck.
“You need to be punished,” he said. “You realize that, don’t you?”
“Yes, master,” I say.
The words come out of my mouth so easily.
I don’t know what’s come over me. I used to kick and fight just to survive in Hell’s Kitchen, playing the tough guy, trying to be on top.
But here I am, in chains, helpless, waiting for physical abuse and torture.
And I’m loving it.
The Boot Master lashes my naked body with whip and rubs the swelling bulge in his pants. I tremble when I stare at that huge bulge, knowing that he’ll sooner or later shove the gigantic thing up my ass.
But I can’t fight. I can’t resist; I am a prisoner. I am the Boot Master’s slave.
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