"Shoe Shine Boy" by Nemo

"That's it boy. You get my boots good and clean and then we'll see about plugging that tight little hole of yours"

At the sound of his master's voice Martin's licking became even more furious as he tried to polish his master's boots with his tongue. He was in a haze of ecstasy at being allowed to serve a master as strong and as powerful.

When Martin had been transferred by head office to this dead end town he was sure his occasional nights of leather worship would have to end. He'd taken his frustrations out on his new staff, right up until the moment he'd bumped into master at a bar. It had been a sign of how powerful master was that he'd spotted Martin for the slave boy he knew he really was, even though Martin thought he passed as straight most of the time.

But from that first meeting master had made it clear that Martin's role in life was to serve him. When master had first taken Martin back to his house and shown him the contents of master's dungeon, Martin had dropped to his knees and started to worship master the way he deserved.

Lost in his internal reverie, he missed the first couple of grunts from master, but caught the third and looked up just in time to catch a face full of cum as master shot his load over Martin and the freshly cleaned boots. There was a pause as master stiffened and then relaxed. Then he took a long drag from the stogie in his hand and blew the smoke over Martin.

"Well what are you waiting for boy? Get them boots clean." laughed master. And as Martin started all over again to shine his boots, master enjoyed his own personal reflection on their meeting. He's never expected when he's hacked into his new boss's computer at work that he was a closet case boot licker, but the sites he visited and the videos he watched had soon made that very clear.

The timing has been perfect as master had only just made contact with a guy on the internet who could give him the body he knew he deserved. As soon as the body-suit had arrived, he’d wasted no time in accidentally running into Martin at a local straight bar, taking care to make sure Martin got a good hard look at his full length leather boots.

It hadn't been too hard to persuade Martin that master could read him like a book and he soon had him bent to his will. Now he enjoyed the full attentions of an eager to please slave, while at the same time, he and his work colleagues enjoyed a more relaxed and laid back attitude from the boss. Not bad for a 23 year old computer nerd he thought.