1…which guy looks hottest in those boots? Love the way guy "C" looks on his Sendra (or the like boots) ... The hottest of the six guys
2…Which are your favorite type of boots? I love the way guy "E" shows his boots (my favorites): I fantasize about being arrested by him and then he drives "my car" (a Mercedes SLS AMG Black Series Edition which I DON'T HAVE :( )
3…Whose boots would you like to lick? May I lick the ones from guy "E" as he presses gas pedal of "my Mercedes SLS"?
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on? Deffinetly from the guy "E" :))))
1…which guy looks hottest in those boots? "A" would be my first choice. State police in their jodphur pants cinched nice on their firm butts and the shorn hair with the DI style hat always gets me going.
2…Which are your favorite type of boots? The plain old simple cowboy boots of "B". Nothing fancy or arrogant about them (as long as they have a stilted heel)
3…Whose boots would you like to lick? Hmmm, that is some serious decision. But I would gander a long slide of the tongue up the boots of "A" if only to keep the lick riding up his pants.
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on? Definitely "A", if only to become his dominate man.
I'm wondering though, what's with the Nazi man? Yeah, they did dress well, but they were also excessively evil. Maybe the devil does wear Prada...
Now the mens of "C" and "E" are both stunning in their own right. "C" has that devilish smile and is a beefy man. While "E" needs to have his ass straddle by my roaring engine.
1...E...the guy is handsome and his boots and uniform makes him look powerful 2 i like all ...But if I have to choose A B E 3 LICK????? none i have my boots licked 4 ALL....... just one?....E
1. E ... Guys on motorcycles drive me crazy, especially if they are in uniform. 2. E ... Dehner Police Motorcycle Boots. 3. E ... and the cum from his boots after he shoots his load. 4. E ... and lick the soles of his feet and suck his toes.
1…which guy looks hottest in those boots? I think E looks hottest, but thats because i like the cop unifroms too. He is hot and all together make s anice mix.
2…Which are your favorite type of boots? E again, they look the most comfrotable
3…Whose boots would you like to lick? E or A both look like have boig feet
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on? B because he looks hot, and for some reason i think he has the best musk
1. B Because he looks like hed be the sweatiest and dirties of the choices 2. E Those boots really give that officer authority 3. E I'd love for him to order me to clean his boots, then after bath his feet 4. E That's a nice pair of boots,
1. which guy looks hottest in those boots? Police and Highway Patrol men look sharp in boots like man A. B and C are thumbs down for me, D also looks very sharp but sorry E you are just too old for me and F well, I just can't get passed the uniform. So, let's flip a coin between A and D and the winner is A. He looks good from head to toe and those brown boots add to his appeal. 2…Which are your favorite type of boots? A would be my favorite for I am partial to brown, but D would suit me fine but I would still pick boots in A...yum yum
3…Whose boots would you like to lick? I like licking ice cream cones, and all day candy, but sorry fellas, boots is not on my list.
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on? I have never been able to wear boots, but if I could I would love A or D.
1. In my opinion I think the hottest man in boots is E, I chose him because I've always had the hots for police officers. 2. My favorite style of boot would be D, but, would prefer them on E. 3.Actually, I wouldn't say no to licking any one of them, but, would most likely be partial to D. 4. I would pull off E's boots and put them on, I chose his boots because they were on him. I could wear them while I work on his feet.
1. I would choose E for the hottest man in boots, I've always had the hots for a police officer. 2. My favorite boots would be D, but on E. 3. The ones I would love to lick is all of them. 4. I would want to pull off E's boots shove my face in them, and wear them, they were on his feet. I could wear them while I work on his feet.
Ok, of the 6 guys in boots, I think the hottest is A. Why? Because I like the brown boots that are knee high. I also like the uniforms, but especially the colors of his. He is also younger, not a necessity, but certainly exciting to me. And then there is his blond hair. I have always had a soft spot for blonds - I don’t know why.
The one who looks hottest - A. Aren’t those equestrian riding boots?
Favorite boots - D. They fit his legs the best!
Which would I lick - Well, I don’t know that I’d lick the boots, but I would suck the toes and lick the feet of E. Those appear to be real boots on a real working, handsome man who is the one I would fantasize with me in bed!
The boots I would like to try on - D. They make his legs look damn hot!
B looks kind of skeezy. and C is a bad photoshopped picture.
The one who looks hottest - A. Aren’t those equestrian riding boots?
Favorite boots - D. They fit his legs the best!
Which would I lick - Well, I don’t know that I’d lick the boots, but I would suck the toes and lick the feet of E. Those appear to be real boots on a real working, handsome man who is the one I would fantasize with me in bed!
The boots I would like to try on - D. They make his legs look damn hot!
B looks kind of skeezy. and C is a bad photoshopped picture.
The one who looks hottest - A. Aren’t those equestrian riding boots?
Favorite boots - D. They fit his legs the best!
Which would I lick - Well, I don’t know that I’d lick the boots, but I would suck the toes and lick the feet of E. Those appear to be real boots on a real working, handsome man who is the one I would fantasize with me in bed!
The boots I would like to try on - D. They make his legs look damn hot!
B looks kind of squeezy. and C is a bad photoshopped picture.
1…which guy looks hottest in those boots? The pics that get me going are A, E, and F, partly because they feel “real” to me… the men are hot and believable, and the poses are more or less natural. And of course, uniforms can be very sexy! D almost does it for me, but the pose just detracts from the pic even though the outfit and boots are hot. B and C just don't seem cohesive to me. Inidivual things work in these pics, but the parts don't work as a whole--although it is cool seeing the boot collection all around the guy in B. heheh
2…Which are your favorite type of boots? I like all different types of boots, but in this group of pictures, I'd have to go with D, E, and F.
3…Whose boots would you like to lick? I've never thought about licking someone's boots before, but if I had to, I'd probably be most likely to concede to F.
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on? Both A and C, because with them, I'd be the one wearing boots.
1. E is hottest in his boots, looking laid back but ready for action. 2. A 's boots are best, straightforward but classic. 3. I'd lick E's boots cause he told me to. 4. I would try on A's boots and make some music with my marching feet.
Robert Redford and Goldberg made their way through the crowd towards the front door of Spago's where Robert Redford's limo was waiting. His driver stepped out of the car and dutifully opened the door for the two men. 'Bill, this is Ward, my driver...best driver I've ever had. Ward, this is Bill.' 'Pleasure to meet you Mr. Goldberg.' said Ward. 'Please watch your head as you step into the vehicle.' 'Nice to meet you, too, Ward.' said Goldberg. Both men got comfortably situated in the back of the limo and Ward sped away from the restaurant. 'Want a drink?' said Robert Redford as he pointed to the fully stocked bar. 'I thinkwe even have some wine back here somewhere.' 'No thanks...that's not really what I have a taste for.' said Goldberg. Robert Redford reached up to the ceiling of the limo and pressed a button whichraised the opaque divider between the driver's compartment and the rest of the limo. 'Why don't you tell me what you had in mind.' said Robert Redford. Goldberg deftly slid along the finely appointed leather seat towards Robert Redford and looked him straight in the eye. He raised one of his massive hands up to Robert Redford's face and gently stroked his cheek. He slowly moved his hand towards the back of Robert Redford's head feeling the silky texture of his short dark hair. Goldberg cocked his head to the side ever so slightly and leaned in towards Robert Redford's mouth with his lips parted. His lips met Robert Redford's lips as his tongue softly worked its way into Robert Redford's waiting mouth. Both of the men wrapped their arms around the other as they pulled closer together...their tongues dueling inside each other's mouths. Finally Goldberg pulled away... 'That's what I had in mind.' 'Wow!' said Robert Redford, 'You have the softest lips I've ever kissed in my whole life.' 'Want to try it again?' said Goldberg. 'Hell yeah!' said Robert Redford. 'Let's get a little more comfortable first.' said Goldberg. 'I like the sound of that.' said Robert Redford. Goldberg reached over to Robert Redford and began untying his black bow tie. His fingers have a slight nervous tremble as he struggles to loosen the knot. 'Here, let me help with that.' said Robert Redford.
Robert Redford gently laid his hands over Goldberg's and began assisting him. Goldberg's hands were massive and Robert Redford felt like a small child holding onto his father's hands. It only made him wonder where else this wrestling hunk was massive. Goldberg helped Robert Redford out of his tuxedo jacket and slowly began to unbuttonRobert Redford's shirt. About half way down, the small tuft of Robert Redford's chest hair began to peek out of the shirt. It tickled Goldberg's hand as he reached inside and gently pinched one of Robert Redford's meaty nipples. 'Oh, shit, Bill...you just gave me goosebumps all over my body. Do that again.' 'I have a better idea, Robert Redford.' Goldberg quickly finished unbuttoning Robert Redford's shirt and threw it aside. His gargantuan hands roamed over Robert Redford's bare flesh. He firmly grabbed one of Robert Redford's firm pecs and lowered his face towards the pink, eraser sized nipple. Goldberg teased Robert Redford's nipple first with his stubbly goatee and then with light flicks of his tongue. By the time Goldberg took Robert Redford's entire nipple entire his mouth, Robert Redford was trembling with ecstasy and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Robert Redford hesitantly pushed Goldberg's face away from his pulsating nipple. He shoved a meaty thumb into Goldberg's mouth who took it into the warm confines of his orifice. 'Now, let's get this shirt off of you, big boy.' said Robert Redford. He removed his thumb from Goldberg's mouth with an audible 'Pop!' and made quick work of the buttons on Goldberg's shirt. Caught up in the moment, Robert Redford literally ripped the shirt off of Goldberg's back and brought it up to his nose where he took a deep breath of the hunky wrestler's man scent. 'You like that, Robert Redford?' said Goldberg. 'Oh yeah, I wish this smell could be bottled.' 'Here...try this then.' said Goldberg. He quickly reached out and placed his hand on the back of Robert Redford's head and pulled the country star's face towards his moist, ripe armpit. With Robert Redford's face firmly buried, he began to slowly grind Robert Redford's mouth and nose into the wild garden of hair. 'Yeah, fuck man...eat my pits, Robert Redford...lick 'em...fuck yeah!' Robert Redford couldn't do anything but mumble unintelligently as he obeyed Goldberg's commands. His tongue was washing over every square inch of Goldberg's sweaty pit as the wrestlers aroma was invading his nostrils. Finally, Goldberg relented and pulled Robert Redford's face from out from under his arm. Robert Redford had a dazed look of pure lust on his face. 'God, I've been wishing for a real man all my life and now it looks like I've got one right in front of me.' said Robert Redford. 'Be careful what you wish for, Robert Redford...you just might get it.' said Goldberg with a playful glint in his eye.
With catlike quickness, Goldberg reached behind Robert Redford and grabbed him by the back of his trousers. One effortless tug later and Robert Redford found himself almost upside down and pinned between Goldberg's brawny thighs. 'Hey man! What the hell are you doing?' said Robert Redford. 'I'm doing what a real man would be doing to you...now just relax and enjoy. I won't hurt you...much!' said Goldberg. Goldberg reached under Robert Redford's gut and quickly unbuckled Robert Redford's belt and removed it. He firmly grasped the back of Robert Redford's slacks and gave them a mighty tug. The sound of ripping fabric was almost deafening as the back of the pants gave way exposing Robert Redford's white, hairy ass. Goldberg gave a whistle of appreciation as he gazed upon the blond actor's jiggling mounds of flesh. 'Damn, Robert Redford...you've got one fine ass.' said Goldberg. Before Robert Redford could reply, Goldberg's hands were spreading Robert Redford's cheeks apart to reveal his pink pucker of a butthole. All Robert Redford could do was gasp with surprise. Goldberg then wrapped his arms around Robert Redford's middle andn brought his bare ass up to his face and inhaled. 'Ahhh, now that's the funk I love to smell.' said Goldberg. He leaned forward and buried his entire face between Robert Redford's generous ass cheeks and began feasting on the blond actor's fuck chute. The combination of Goldberg's goatee tickling his ass and the wrestler's tongue invading his hole was driving Robert Redford crazy. It felt as if Goldberg had inserting his entire tongue inside of Robert Redford's hole. 'Oh, fuck, Bill...yeah, eat that ass...eat my fuckin' ass, man!' yelled Robert Redford. Goldberg redoubled his ass eating efforts as he wrapped one of his hands around Robert Redford's exceptionally thick cock. His shaft was covered with a slimy coating of precum. 'Fuck, Robert Redford...what do you got there, a beer can for a cock.' said Goldberg. 'What you lack in length, you sure as hell make up in girth, buddy!' Goldberg removed his hand from Robert Redford's cock and individually cleaned each finger of the thick precum that coated them. 'Mmm, mmm, good...that's some might fine country precum, Robert Redford.' Goldberg said as he smacked his lips. 'I'm gonna have to go straight to the source.' The wresting god released Robert Redford from his powerful thighs and laid him gently on the long leather seat in front of him. Robert Redford's chubby pole was sticking up straight in the air above the dense bush of dark brown hair that surrounded it. Two low hanging balls laid on the seat below his cock. 'That some fine equipment, Robert Redford. All that girth might even put me to shame.' said Goldberg. 'I always wished it was a little longer, though.' said Robert Redford. 'Nah, it's like I always say...more that a mouthful is just a waste.' With that said, Goldberg leaned forward and completely engulfed Robert Redford's cock in his warm mouth. The surprise movement caused Robert Redford to arch his back up and shove every last inch of his cock into Goldberg's accommodating mouth. 'Shit, Bill...you're gonna make me cum, buddy.' yelled Robert Redford. Goldberg released Robert Redford's cock just long enough to say, 'That's the point, buddy.' The super-wrestler again deepthroated Robert Redford's cock and inserting his long,n thick middle finger deep inside of the blond actor's wet butthole. Almostn instantaneously Robert Redford's pendulous balls began to pull up towards his cock. 'Oh God, stop Bill...you gotta stop!' moaned Robert Redford.
The only thing Goldberg did was shove another finger into Robert Redford's willing hole, which was all it took to push Robert Redford over the edge. The blond actor's hips began to buck uncontrollably as the first volley of cum fired into Goldberg's mouth. Shot after shot after shot of thick, ropey cum flooded Goldberg's mouth and slid down his throat as he continued to pleasure Robert Redford. When the last drop had trickled out of the blond actor's spent tool, Goldbergn let is gently slide from his mouth and it plopped onto Robert Redford's stomach. 'Now that was better than any appetizer at the damn Spago's.' said Goldberg with a chuckle. 'Where did you learn to do that?' asked Robert Redford, still panting uncontrollably. 'What do you think all of us wrestlers do backstage while we're waiting to go on?' said Goldberg with a wink. 'We're definitely not back there hitting each other with folding chairs!' The limo suddenly slowed to a stop and the driver's voice crackled on then intercom, 'We've arrived at the house, sir.' Robert Redford reached up above him and pressed a red button and replied, 'Thanks, Wade...we'll be out in a second.' Both men hurried to put their clothes back on and exited the back door of the limo. In their hurry to dress, Robert Redford had put on Goldberg's shirt andbvice versa. Goldberg's shirt hung on Robert Redford like a nightgown, while Goldberg had to struggle to even get Robert Redford's shirt to cover half of his hulking n frame...a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Wade. Then Robert Redford turned around to shut the car door and exposed his lily white ass through the back of the slacks that had earlier been ripped out. 'I see that you're in for the evening, sir...*chuckle*...I'll be on my way then.' said Wade, barely able to keep a straight face. 'Yes, Wade...thank you.' said Robert Redford. He walked up to Wade and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. 'You have a good night, Wade.' Wade walked around to the driver's side of the limo, climbed in and sped away. 'Guess I won't be needing these anymore.' said Robert Redford as he tossed the shredded tuxedo trousers aside. Robert Redford took Goldberg by the hand and led him towards the house. Before them was a modest wood structure...almost log cabin looking. There was a large porch in the front of the house with a couple of wooden rockers to the left of the front door. The two men approached the front door and entered the house. Bright moonlight was streaming in the windows which illuminated then interior enough to see that Robert Redford (or his designer) had kept the rustic logn cabin theme throughout the inside of the house. The entire back wall of then house was windows andn glass doors which afforded a spectacular view ofn downtown Los Angeles from a large wooden deck attached to the back of then house. Robert Redford quickly maneuvered through the maze of furniture in the living room and headed for deck...Goldberg trailing right behind him. 'I like to come out here sometimes and just watch the city.' said Robert Redford as he leaned forward onto the deck railing Goldberg walked up behind Robert Redford and wrapped his arms around the blond actor's husky body. He whispered in his ear, 'I can't believe that I'm up here with you...doing what I just did to you...holding you like this.' 'It's pretty much like a dream for me, too, buddy.' said Robert Redford.
Goldberg turned Robert Redford's face towards the side and leaned down to kiss his goatee framed mouth. His hands had worked their way inside of the loose fitting shirt that Robert Redford was still wearing and were pulling rather roughly on the blond actor's meaty nipples. Robert Redford's attempts at moaning were stifled by the tongue that was in his mouth. Goldberg's crotch was rubbing up against Robert Redford's bare bubble butt...Robert Redford was arching his back to give the wrestler's easier access to his ass. 'I'm gonna fuck your plump ass right out here on the deck tonight, boy!'n hissed Goldberg into Robert Redford's ear. Goldberg let go of the country star and ripped the shirt he was wearing right off of his body...much like he would in a wrestling ring. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to strike a muscular pose for Robert Redford, who's jaw just dropped in awe. Here standing in front of him was a beefy, hunky, muscular, hairy god...Robert Redford couldn't help but reach out and touch one of Goldberg's rock hard pecs. 'Damn, Bill...you look even bigger than you do on TV. And I sure am glad you didn't shave your chest tonight!' said Robert Redford. Robert Redford walked up to Goldberg and slowly began to lick every inch of the wrestler's torso. He worked he way down the treasure trail of thick brown hair that ran towards Goldberg's navel. The saliva that Robert Redford had left on Goldberg glistened in the light of the full moon. Then, Robert Redford reached forward to unbuckle Goldberg's belt when his had was quickly slapped away. 'Use your teeth, boy!' snapped Goldberg. Robert Redford obediently fell to his knees and attacked Goldberg's buckle with the ferocity of a pit bull. In a few quick seconds, the belt was unbuckled and Robert Redford was hard at work on the top button of the trousers. 'That's it, Robert Redford...yeah, that's a good boy.' said Goldberg. Finally the button was undone and Robert Redford slowly, seductively unzippedGoldberg's pants which fell to the ground in front of him. Goldberg's rock hard, dripping cock sprung up and smacked Robert Redford square on the cheek leaving a slimy trail of precum. 'I see I'm not the only one who goes commando.' said Robert Redford. 'Yep, we have lots in common...now suck my dick!' said Goldberg. Robert Redford grabbed Goldberg's thick tool with both hands and struggled to workhis lips around the wrestler's meaty cock head. The gobs of precum thatGoldberg was oozing added just enough lubrication for first two inches of cock to pop right inside of Robert Redford's inviting mouth. 'Oh, yeah, Robert Redford...get my cock all nice and wet.' said Goldberg. With a bit more effort, Robert Redford had managed to lodge all of Goldberg's sizable meat deep inside of his throat. Then the blond actor began to slowly bob his head up and down on the big cock...letting it out so just the fleshy knobb was between his lips and then sliding the entire length back in until his nose was buried in the aromatic pubes of the wrestler's bush. 'Damn, Robert Redford...you're a fuckin' pro at this!' exclaimed Goldberg.
Robert Redford let the rigid cock pop from his mouth and said, 'Why the hell do you think I have Ty Herndon open for my shows? He taught me everything I know!' 'Well, enough of this cocksucking, buddy...I'm ready for some down and dirty fucking!' said Goldberg. 'Lean over the railing, Robert Redford.' Robert Redford did as he was instructed, leaned over the railing and presented his hairy white ass to Goldberg. 'Very nice...very nice.' said Goldberg as he spat a glob of thick saliva into his hand. He reached out and smeared the slippery fluid onto Robert Redford's butthole...first working one finger, then another deep inside of the blond actor's hole. Goldberg then spit on his throbbing cock and worked the mixture of saliva and precum up and down the shaft of his thick tool. 'Open up and say 'Ahhh'' said Goldberg as he positioned his gleaming cockhead at the opening of Robert Redford's anus. With ever increasing pressure, Robert Redford's sphincter gave way and Goldberg's fuck pole wedged itself deep inside of the blond actor's ass. Goldberg was speechless and the velvety softness of Robert Redford's ass caressed every inch of his pulsating cock. Robert Redford could only manage some garbled grunt and moans mixed with some heavy panting. Goldberg looked down at Robert Redford's fine ass...at his thick pubic bush tickling the backside of the blond actor's butt cheeks. The he slowly pulled his cock out of it's casing until just the head remained embedded inside of Robert Redford and then slowly slide the entire length of his cock back inside the warm insides of the country superstar. 'Feels like you're going to come out of my throat, Bill...but I love it.' Robert Redford finally managed to say. 'Well, than you're really like this.' said Goldberg. Goldberg slapped Robert Redford's ass and began pistoning his cock in and out of the blond actor's hole. The wrestler had a firm grip on the blond actor's hips and he mercilessly pummeled Robert Redford's fuck chute. Goldberg's low hanging balls were banging into Robert Redford's ass with every vicious stroke that he took. 'Ahhh...fuck, Bill...oh dear god...ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh...oh god!' Robert Redford screamed out...his work echoing through the canyons below. 'Yeah, boy...take my cock...take my cock like the fuckin' pig that you are.' yelled Goldberg. 'I'm gonna fill your ass so full of cum it'll be shooting out of your ears!' Goldberg could feel Robert Redford's ass muscles working overtime as they squeezed and massaged the massive tool that was invading the blond actor's hole. It wasn't going to be much longer before the wrestler would shoot his wad.
The wrestler continued his rhythmic pounding of Robert Redford's ass as he reached forward and grabbed the blond actor's oozing cock. Goldberg began stroking Robert Redford's cock in time with the fucking...it wasn't going to be long before both men would spill their seed. 'This is it, Robert Redford...I'm gonna cum!' grunted Goldberg. His balls pulled up tight against his cock root as his sperm began its journey up the shaft of his fuck pole and into the waiting vessel that was Robert Redford . Just as the first shot of Goldberg's cum entered the blond actor's well fucked ass, Robert Redford let go with his second orgasm of the evening which covered Goldberg's hand with warm sticky cum. The wrestler continued his relentless ass fucking until his splooge was beginning to ooze out of Robert Redford's hole and down his hairy thigh. 'Now that's what I call fucking!' said a breathless Goldberg. He pulled his cock out of Robert Redford's ass, which was followed by a torrent of steaming hot man seed. Goldberg brought his jizm covered hand to his mouth and cleaned every bit of Robert Redford's cum off of his fingers. 'I don't think I'll be able to walk right for a couple days, Bill...but it was worth every second of it!' said Robert Redford. 'Glad you enjoyed it...maybe you can return the favor later tonight.' Said Goldberg. 'That is, if you can get it up again.' 'With you here, Bill...I don't think getting it up will be a problem.' Said Robert Redford. 'Now let's go get cleaned up and get some rest...I wanna feel those beefy arms wrapped around me again.' 'Good thinking, Robert Redford...lead the way, buddy.'
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As Mike Dungan gazed at Robert Redford, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. He had always had a crush on the handsome actor, and now, he was their boots slave.
Mike Dungan's eyes roamed over Robert Redford's body, taking in the sight of his muscular legs and arms, clad in the worn leather boots that Mike Dungan loved so much. He couldn't resist reaching out to touch the soft leather, his fingers tracing the intricate stitching and buckles.
"You know, Robert Redford," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky, "I've always had a thing for men in boots. And you, my friend, are the perfect specimen."
As he spoke, Mike Dungan's eyes locked onto Robert Redford's, his gaze burning with intensity. Robert Redford felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the depth of Mike Dungan's desire.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he moved closer to Robert Redford. His muscular arms flexed as he reached out to grasp Robert Redford's shoulders, pulling him closer.
"I love hairy men," Mike Dungan whispered, his breath hot against Robert Redford's ear. "And you, my friend, are the hairiest of them all."
As he spoke, Mike Dungan's hands roamed over Robert Redford's body, tracing the contours of his muscles, the softness of his skin. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pulled Robert Redford closer, his lips inches from his ear. "You're going to make a perfect boots slave," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I can already imagine the things we'll do together..."
As Jack Radcliffe's words cut through the air, Mike Dungan's eyes lit up with excitement. He had never thought about dominating Robert Redford before, but now the idea seemed tantalizing.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky. "I remember now. I'm in charge, and Robert Redford is our boots slave."
Mike Dungan's eyes locked onto Robert Redford's, his gaze burning with intensity. Robert Redford felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the depth of Mike Dungan's desire.
"Come here, Robert Redford," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with command. "Lick my boots."
Robert Redford hesitated for a moment, but then he slowly began to move towards Mike Dungan. Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford approach.
As Robert Redford reached Mike Dungan's feet, he slowly began to lick his boots. Mike Dungan's eyes closed in ecstasy as he felt Robert Redford's tongue tracing the intricate stitching and buckles.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he reached out to touch Robert Redford's head. His muscular arms flexed as he grasped Robert Redford's hair, pulling him closer.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "This is what I've been missing. The feeling of power and control over another man."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he began to stroke Robert Redford's hair, his fingers tracing the contours of his scalp. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pulled Robert Redford closer. "I think it's time we took this to the next level," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I want to see you crawl, Robert Redford. I want to see you beg..."
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, now that's an idea I can get behind," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey.
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford slowly begin to undress. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad, manly chest covered with thick blond hair.
Jack Radcliffe let out a loud laugh, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's chest. "Oh, this is priceless," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The great Robert Redford, stripped bare for our amusement."
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he reached out to touch Robert Redford's chest. His muscular arms flexed as he grasped Robert Redford's hair, pulling him closer.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "This is what I've been dreaming of. Robert Redford, the epitome of masculinity, stripped bare and at our mercy."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he began to stroke Robert Redford's chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him...
Jack Radcliffe's laughter echoed through the room, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's chest. "Oh, this is just too good," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Mike Dungan, you're a genius..."
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, now that's an idea I can get behind," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey.
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford slowly begin to dance. He was still wearing his underwear and his sexy Texas A&M senior boots, and Mike Dungan couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
Jack Radcliffe's laughter echoed through the room, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's dancing form. "Oh, this is just too good," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I'm waiting to stuff a few dollars inside his underwear."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of dollar bills. He began to wave them in the air, taunting Robert Redford with the promise of payment.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he watched Robert Redford dance. His muscular arms flexed as he clapped along to the music, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's boots.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "This is what I've been dreaming of. Robert Redford, dancing in his underwear and boots, just for us."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he began to stroke his own chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. His eyes locked onto Robert Redford's, his gaze burning with intensity.
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's gaze ignited within him. He knew he was nothing more than a boots slave, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he danced for Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's amusement...
As Mike Dungan's words cut through the air, Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame. He knew he was at their mercy, and he had no choice but to obey.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Robert Redford," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've always wondered what it would be like to touch your famous manhood."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as Mike Dungan reached out to touch him. But before he could react, Jack Radcliffe intervened.
"Wait, wait, wait," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with excitement. "Let me feel his hairy chest and forearms first."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's chest. His fingers traced the contours of his muscles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Ah, yes," Jack Radcliffe whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're even more hairy and sexy than I thought."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Jack Radcliffe touch Robert Redford's chest. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire as he gazed at Robert Redford's boots, still clad on his feet.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Those boots are just perfect for you, Robert Redford."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's boots. His fingers traced the intricate stitching and buckles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure...
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him. He knew he was nothing more than a boots slave, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he stood there, clad in his underwear and boots, his hairy chest and forearms on display for Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe's words cut through the air, Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame. He knew he was at their mercy, and he had no choice but to obey.
"Ah, yes, Robert Redford," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're so sexy, especially with that hairy chest and forearms."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's chest again. His fingers traced the contours of his muscles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Ah, yes," Jack Radcliffe whispered, his voice husky with desire. "My manhood is getting aroused just touching your hairy chest and forearms."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Jack Radcliffe touch Robert Redford's chest. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire as he gazed at Robert Redford's boots, still clad on his feet.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Come close to me, Robert Redford. Let me feel your manhood. Let's see what effect it has on my...manhood."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's manhood. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he touched Robert Redford's manhood. His muscular arms flexed as he pulled Robert Redford closer, his eyes locked onto his.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're so sexy, Robert Redford. Especially with those boots on."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's boots again. His fingers traced the intricate stitching and buckles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure...
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him. He knew he was nothing more than a boots slave, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he stood there, clad in his underwear and boots, his hairy chest and forearms on display for Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe's words cut through the air, Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame. He knew he was at their mercy, and he had no choice but to obey.
"Ah, yes, boy," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you want to feel our manhoods? Feel for yourself what effect your hairy chest and forearms and manhood has on us?"
Robert Redford hesitated for a moment, but then he slowly reached out to touch Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's manhoods. As he did, he felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that their touch ignited within him.
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford touch his manhood. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire as he gazed at Robert Redford's boots, still clad on his feet.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're so sexy, Robert Redford. Especially with those boots on."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's boots again. His fingers traced the intricate stitching and buckles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
Jack Radcliffe's laughter echoed through the room, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's face. "Oh, this is just too good," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're actually enjoying this, aren't you, Robert Redford?"
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's touch ignited within him. He knew he was nothing more than a boots slave, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he stood there, clad in his underwear and boots, his hairy chest and forearms on display for Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's amusement.
As the three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, Robert Redford knew that he would never forget this moment. He was a boots slave, and he would do whatever it took to please his masters.
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Let's see what that famous Robert Redford manhood is all about."
Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey.
As Robert Redford slowly began to remove his underwear, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with bated breath. Their eyes were fixed on Robert Redford's manhood, and they couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I've always wondered how big Robert Redford really is."
Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached out to touch Robert Redford's manhood. "Wonderful," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I always wondered how big Robert Redford really is."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he began to stroke Robert Redford's manhood, his fingers tracing the contours of his skin. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Jack Radcliffe's touch ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he watched Jack Radcliffe touch Robert Redford's manhood. His muscular arms flexed as he reached out to join in, his eyes locked onto Robert Redford's.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I think we can safely say that Robert Redford's manhood is quite...impressive."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he and Jack Radcliffe continued to stroke Robert Redford's manhood, their fingers tracing the contours of his skin. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that their touch ignited within him...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to explore Robert Redford's body. They were determined to discover every secret, every hidden pleasure, and every hidden shame...
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Let's get that notebook and pen and record those measurements."
Mike Dungan quickly retrieved a notebook and pen from the nearby table and handed it to Jack Radcliffe. Jack Radcliffe began to measure Robert Redford's manhood while it was still flaccid, carefully recording the length and girth in the notebook.
"Okay, got it," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's see...who will stroke our boots slave to make him fully hard?"
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "I think we should ask Robert Redford to stroke himself," he said, his voice husky with desire. "It'll be more humiliating for him that way."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Let's make our boots slave stroke himself for our amusement."
Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey...
As Robert Redford slowly began to stroke himself, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with bated breath. They couldn't wait to see how big Robert Redford's manhood would get when it was fully hard...
The room was filled with an air of anticipation as Robert Redford continued to stroke himself. Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe were on the edge of their seats, waiting for the moment when Robert Redford's manhood would reach its full potential...
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Robert Redford's manhood was fully hard. Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe let out a collective gasp of amazement as they gazed at its enormity...
"Wow, our boots slave is definitely a monster," Mike Dungan exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with desire...
Jack Radcliffe quickly began to measure Robert Redford's manhood again, carefully recording the new length and girth in the notebook. As he did, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer size of Robert Redford's manhood...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to marvel at Robert Redford's enormity...
As Robert Redford's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe and Mike Dungan burst out laughing. "Ah, our boots slave wants to know his measurements in inches," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Oh, yes, let's tell him," he said, his voice husky with desire. "But first, let's make him beg for it."
Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey...
"Please, sirs," Robert Redford said, his voice laced with humiliation. "Tell me my measurements in inches. Both length and girth."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Our boots slave wants to know his measurements in inches. Very well, I shall tell you."
Jack Radcliffe paused for a moment, savoring the tension. Then, with a flourish, he announced Robert Redford's measurements in inches...
"Length: 5.5 inches. Girth: 4.2 inches," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him as he heard his measurements. But he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Jack Radcliffe's words ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "And now, our boots slave," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Let's see how you measure up when you're fully hard."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe waited with bated breath for Robert Redford's next move...
As Jack Radcliffe's words cut through the air, Robert Redford felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew he had no choice but to obey, and he began to stroke himself with a sense of urgency.
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford's movements. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Our boots slave is going to get himself fully hard in just 5 minutes."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "And when he does," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "we'll be waiting with bated breath to measure him again."
As the 5 minutes ticked by, Robert Redford's strokes became more urgent, his breathing more labored. Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with rapt attention, their eyes fixed on Robert Redford's manhood as it began to grow.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Robert Redford's manhood was fully hard. Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe let out a collective gasp of amazement as they gazed at its enormity...
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Our boots slave is definitely a monster."
Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached for the measuring tape. "Time to measure our boots slave again," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation...
As Jack Radcliffe began to measure Robert Redford's manhood, Mike Dungan couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at its sheer size. He knew that he and Jack Radcliffe had created a monster, a boots slave who would do their bidding without question...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Jack Radcliffe announced Robert Redford's new measurements...
As Jack Radcliffe and Mike Dungan finished measuring Robert Redford's manhood, he felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. He knew he had no choice but to obey, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about his measurements.
"Please, sirs," Robert Redford begged, his voice laced with humiliation. "Tell me my measurements in inches."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Our boots slave wants to know his measurements."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Very well, boy," he said, his voice husky with desire. "We'll tell you your measurements. But first, you have to beg for it."
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he knew he had no choice. He began to beg, his voice laced with desperation...
"Please, sirs," Robert Redford begged. "Tell me my measurements. I'll do anything."
Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Mike Dungan. "I think our boots slave is ready," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement. "Yes, let's tell him," he said, his voice husky with desire...
"Length: 8.5 inches. Girth: 6.2 inches," Jack Radcliffe announced, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford felt a wave of shock wash over him as he heard his measurements. He couldn't believe how big he was...
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Our boots slave is definitely a monster," he said, his voice husky with desire...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his new measurements...
As Robert Redford's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe exchanged a wicked glance. "Ah, our boots slave is reaching climax," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Yes, boy, you're definitely ready to release," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Robert Redford's face was contorted with pleasure as he begged for permission to release. "Please, sirs, where do I release?" he repeated, his voice laced with desperation.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're going to release all over your boots," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement. "Yes, boy, those sexy Texas A&M senior boots are going to be covered in your cum."
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's words ignited within him. He knew he had no choice but to obey, and he began to release all over his boots...
As Robert Redford's cum splattered all over his boots, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe let out a collective gasp of excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a messy one," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with amusement...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to catch his breath. He knew he had been thoroughly humiliated, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's words had ignited within him...
As they stood there, Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford's boots. "Ah, yes, boy, those boots are definitely going to need a good cleaning," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement. "Yes, boy, you're going to have to lick them clean."
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he knew he had no choice but to obey. He began to lick his boots clean, his tongue tracing the contours of the leather as he struggled to remove every last trace of his cum...
As Robert Redford licked his boots clean, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with bated breath. They knew they had thoroughly humiliated their boots slave, and they couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation they could inflict upon him...
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I love where this is going."
Robert Redford, still reeling from the humiliation of licking his boots clean, felt a wave of trepidation wash over him. He knew he had no choice but to obey, and he slowly began to lie down on the floor face up, next to the boots.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're going to make a perfect footrest," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jack Radcliffe chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "And what will you do next, Mike Dungan?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
Mike Dungan's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Oh, I think I'll just place my boots on Robert Redford's chest," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "And then, I'll just relax and enjoy the view."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to place his boots on Robert Redford's chest. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's words had ignited within him...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan relaxed and enjoyed the view. Robert Redford's eyes were fixed on the boots, his chest rising and falling with each breath...
Mike Dungan's hairy chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a natural-born footrest," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Robert Redford's hands continued to run over the boots, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal. He knew that Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe were trying to humiliate him, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at the boots.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely enjoying this," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Jack Radcliffe chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, boy, you're a real stud," he said, his voice husky with desire.
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to place his boots on either side of Robert Redford's manhood. Robert Redford felt a wave of excitement wash over him as he gazed at the boots, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
But as he gazed at the boots, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at the boots...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Robert Redford's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, you want to smell my boots?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Jack Radcliffe chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Mike Dungan slowly began to pull off his boots, revealing his bare feet. Robert Redford's eyes widened with excitement as he gazed at Mike Dungan's feet, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
"Ah, yes, boy, you may smell my boots," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But first, I'll place my bare feet on your hairy chest."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to place his bare feet on Robert Redford's hairy chest. Robert Redford felt a wave of excitement wash over him as he gazed at Mike Dungan's feet, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As Robert Redford smelled Mike Dungan's boots, he felt a sense of euphoria wash over him. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at the boots...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Robert Redford's eyes widened with excitement. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's boots.
"Ah, yes, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I want to pull off your boots too."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
As Robert Redford pulled off Jack Radcliffe's boots, he was met with the sight of Jack Radcliffe's bare feet. He felt a wave of excitement wash over him as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
"Ah, yes, boy, now my bare feet will caress your hardness," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice husky with desire.
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to caress Robert Redford's hardness with his bare feet. Robert Redford felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely enjoying this," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
"This is fun!" Jack Radcliffe exclaimed, his voice dripping with excitement. "Let's see how far we can take this!"
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Ah, yes, let's find out what's going on in that mind of his," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Mike Dungan slowly began to move his bare feet closer to Robert Redford's face, his toes wriggling with excitement. Robert Redford's eyes widened with anticipation as he gazed at Mike Dungan's feet, his handsome face inches away from Mike Dungan's toes...
"Tell us, Robert Redford," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice husky with desire. "What's going on in that mind of yours?"
Robert Redford's face lit up with a sheepish grin. "I was just thinking, sirs," he stammered, his voice laced with desire. "This is total bliss. I may be humiliated, but I'm actually enjoying this."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to move his toes closer to Robert Redford's mouth, his feet inches away from Robert Redford's handsome face. Robert Redford felt a wave of excitement wash over him, his eyes fixed on Mike Dungan's toes...
Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "And what about my bare feet caressing your hard manhood, boy?" he asked, his voice husky with desire...
Robert Redford's face lit up with a sheepish grin. "I was hoping, sir, that you would stroke my manhood with your bare feet," he stammered, his voice laced with desire...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, Mike Dungan, our bootslave is definitely enjoying this," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford's face lit up with a mixture of shame and desire as he gazed at Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at their boots...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a natural-born boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
As Mike Dungan spoke, Jack Radcliffe slowly began to continue caressing Robert Redford's manhood with his bare feet. Robert Redford felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, his eyes fixed on Jack Radcliffe's feet...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're so close," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice husky with desire. "I can feel your hardness trembling with anticipation."
Robert Redford's face lit up with a mixture of shame and desire as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe. "Please, sir," he begged, his voice laced with desire. "Don't stop now."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Robert Redford's manhood burst out his release, Jack Radcliffe's eyes widened in surprise. "Ah, damn you, boy!" he cursed, his voice husky with anger.
But Mike Dungan just laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a wild one," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, covered in his release. He knew that he had lost control, and that he was at their mercy...
Jack Radcliffe's face was red with anger as he looked at Robert Redford. "You dirty boots slave," he spat, his voice laced with disgust. "You're going to have to clean up this mess."
Mike Dungan's laughter echoed through the room as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely going to have to clean up this mess," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Mike Dungan spoke, Robert Redford slowly began to drop to his knees, his eyes fixed on Jack Radcliffe's feet. He knew that he had to clean up the mess, and he was determined to do it...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As Robert Redford began to clean up the mess, Mike Dungan's laughter echoed through the room, enjoying every part of the scene. Jack Radcliffe's anger slowly began to fade, replaced by a look of amusement...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And you're going to do anything we say."
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him as he gazed at Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at their boots...
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He knew that he had no choice but to obey, and he slowly began to speak.
"Please, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I want you to keep your feet on my hairy chest. And, Mike Dungan, sir, I want your feet on my hairy stomach."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to lift his feet, his Texas A&M senior boots gleaming in the light. Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire as he gazed at the boots, his hairy chest and forearms trembling with anticipation...
"I plan to smell and lick your boots for as long as you want, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "Please, sir, don't take them away."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a cruel smile as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to lower his feet onto Robert Redford's hairy chest. Robert Redford felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, his hairy forearms trembling with desire...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Robert Redford's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, you may pull off my Texas A&M senior boots," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Robert Redford's hands trembled with desire as he slowly began to pull off Mike Dungan's boots. As the boots came off, Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire, and he buried his face in the boots, inhaling deeply...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Now, let me caress your manhood with my bare feet."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to lift his bare feet, his toes wriggling with excitement. Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire as he gazed at Mike Dungan's feet, his hairy chest and forearms trembling with anticipation...
Just as Mike Dungan's feet were about to make contact with Robert Redford's manhood, Jack Radcliffe shouted, "Boy, what about my boots?"
Robert Redford's head snapped up, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry, sir," he stammered. "I didn't mean to forget about your boots."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a cruel smile. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Now, pull off my boots and smell them."
Robert Redford's hands trembled with desire as he slowly began to pull off Jack Radcliffe's boots. As the boots came off, Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire, and he buried his face in the boots, inhaling deeply...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He knew that he had to answer, and he slowly began to speak.
"Well, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I've had the pleasure of experiencing several Hollywood stars' bare feet in this way."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, do tell," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Robert Redford took a deep breath before continuing. "I've had the pleasure of worshiping the bare feet of several Hollywood stars, including Paul Newman, Steve McQueen, and Clint Eastwood."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a cruel smile. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to lift his bare feet, his toes wriggling with excitement. Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, his hairy chest and forearms trembling with anticipation...
"Ah, yes, boy, now it's our turn," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're going to place our boots and bare feet on your hairy chest, and you're going to love every minute of it."
Robert Redford felt a wave of euphoria wash over him as he gazed at Mike Dungan's boots. He knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at Mike Dungan's boots and Jack Radcliffe's bare feet...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He knew that he had to answer, and he slowly began to speak.
"Well, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I've had fantasies about putting my boots and bare feet on several Hollywood stars' hairy chests."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, do tell," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Robert Redford took a deep breath before continuing. "I've fantasized about putting my boots and bare feet on the hairy chests of stars like Marlon Brando, James Dean, and Rock Hudson."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a cruel smile. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to lift his bare feet, his toes wriggling with excitement. Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, his hairy chest and forearms trembling with anticipation...
"But, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I've also done it for real."
Mike Dungan's eyes widened with surprise. "Ah, yes, boy, do tell," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Robert Redford took a deep breath before continuing. "I've put my boots and bare feet on the hairy chests of stars like Paul Newman and Steve McQueen."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at Mike Dungan's boots and Jack Radcliffe's bare feet...
As Mike Dungan continued to caress Robert Redford's manhood with his bare foot, he tried to guess its size. But it wasn't an easy task, especially with Robert Redford's thick blond pubic hair getting in the way.
Mike Dungan's eyes narrowed in concentration as he tried to feel the contours of Robert Redford's manhood through the tangled hair. He moved his foot up and down, side to side, trying to get a sense of its length and girth.
Meanwhile, Jack Radcliffe was enjoying the feel of Robert Redford's thick blond chest hair on his bare feet and toes. He wiggled his toes back and forth, feeling the soft hairs tickle his skin.
"Ah, yes, boy, you have a lovely chest," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I could get used to feeling this soft hair on my feet."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as Jack Radcliffe continued to tease him. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being touched and caressed by these two men.
As Mike Dungan finally made a guess about Robert Redford's manhood size, Jack Radcliffe looked up at him with interest. "What do you think, Mike?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Mike Dungan smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I think our boy here is a bit of a surprise package," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I think I've got a good idea of what he's working with."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to tease and tantalize Robert Redford. The air was thick with tension, and Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Mike Dungan continued to caress Robert Redford's manhood with his bare foot, he decided to take it to the next level. He carefully pulled back Robert Redford's foreskin with his toes, which was not an easy task. Mike Dungan's feet and toes were moist with Robert Redford's pre-cum, making it difficult to get a good grip.
But Mike Dungan was determined to get it right. He wanted to know the correct length and girth of Robert Redford's manhood, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get that information.
As Mike Dungan struggled to pull back the foreskin, Robert Redford felt a wave of excitement wash over him. He was enjoying the sensation of Mike Dungan's feet on his manhood, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal.
But Robert Redford's attention was soon diverted to Jack Radcliffe's feet, which were still pressed against his hairy chest and forearms. Robert Redford felt a surge of desire as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, and he couldn't help but try to get Jack Radcliffe's toe inside his mouth.
Robert Redford struggled to reach Jack Radcliffe's toe, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth as he tried to capture it. Jack Radcliffe laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement, as he watched Robert Redford's efforts.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I love watching you try to get my toe in your mouth."
As Robert Redford continued to struggle, Mike Dungan finally managed to pull back the foreskin and get a good look at Robert Redford's manhood. He nodded to himself, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a big boy," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to tease and tantalize Robert Redford. The air was thick with tension, and Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Mike Dungan continued to examine Robert Redford's manhood with his bare foot, Robert Redford couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. He had been hoping that Mike Dungan would stroke his manhood faster and harder, not just gently caress it.
But Mike Dungan was more concerned about getting the figures right. He was determined to determine the correct length and girth of Robert Redford's manhood, and he wasn't going to let his desire get in the way.
Mike Dungan's eyes narrowed in concentration as he wrapped his toes around Robert Redford's manhood. He slowly began to move his foot up and down, trying to get an accurate measurement.
Robert Redford felt a surge of desire as Mike Dungan's foot moved up and down his manhood. He couldn't help but wish that Mike Dungan would move faster, harder, but he knew that he had to be patient.
As Mike Dungan continued to examine Robert Redford's manhood, Jack Radcliffe looked on with interest. He was enjoying the show, and he couldn't wait to see what Mike Dungan would do next.
"Ah, yes, Mike, you're definitely a professional," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm impressed."
Mike Dungan didn't respond, too focused on his task. He finally finished his measurements and stepped back, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a big boy," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to tease and tantalize Robert Redford. The air was thick with tension, and Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Jack Radcliffe asked the question, Mike Dungan smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "Ah, yes, Jack, I've got the measurements right here," he said, pulling out a small notebook from his pocket.
Mike Dungan flipped through the pages, stopping at a page filled with notes and measurements. "According to my measurements, Robert Redford's manhood is approximately 9.5 inches in length, and 6.2 inches in circumference," he said, looking up at Jack Radcliffe with a smug expression.
Jack Radcliffe raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Ah, yes, Mike, you're definitely a professional," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm impressed."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he listened to Mike Dungan's measurements. He couldn't believe that he was standing there, naked and exposed, while these two men discussed his manhood like it was a piece of meat.
But at the same time, Robert Redford couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this. He felt a surge of desire as he listened to Mike Dungan's measurements, and he knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Mike Dungan put away his notebook, Jack Radcliffe turned to Robert Redford with a cruel smile. "Well, boy, it looks like you're a bit of a monster," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think we're going to have to do something special to accommodate you."
Robert Redford felt a wave of fear wash over him as he listened to Jack Radcliffe's words. He had no idea what they had planned for him, but he knew that it wasn't going to be good...
As Jack Radcliffe asked the question, Mike Dungan smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "Ah, yes, Jack, it's all about technique," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.
"When I'm using my feet to measure someone's manhood, I have to rely on my sense of touch and my knowledge of anatomy," Mike Dungan explained. "I use my toes to feel the length and girth of the manhood, and then I use my feet to estimate the circumference."
Mike Dungan demonstrated his technique, using his feet to mimic the motion of measuring a manhood. "You see, Jack, it's all about feeling the shape and size of the manhood, and then using that information to make an educated estimate."
Jack Radcliffe nodded, clearly impressed. "Ah, yes, Mike, you're definitely a professional," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm impressed."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he listened to Mike Dungan's explanation. He couldn't believe that he was standing there, naked and exposed, while these two men discussed his manhood like it was a piece of meat.
But at the same time, Robert Redford couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this. He felt a surge of desire as he listened to Mike Dungan's explanation, and he knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Mike Dungan finished speaking, Jack Radcliffe turned to Robert Redford with a cruel smile. "Boy, do you want us to shave off your pubic hair?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Robert Redford felt a wave of fear wash over him as he considered the question. He had never been one for grooming, and the thought of shaving off his pubic hair was daunting.
But at the same time, Robert Redford couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this. He felt a surge of desire as he thought about Mike Dungan's words, and he knew that he was completely at their mercy...
"I...I don't know, sir," Robert Redford stammered, trying to sound hesitant.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You know you want to. You want to show us what you're working with."
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement. "Yes, boy, shaving off your pubic hair will make all the difference. You'll see."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was going to have to do it. He was going to have to shave off his pubic hair, just to satisfy these two men...
But as he looked at Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe, he knew that he had no choice. He was completely at their mercy, and he was going to have to do whatever they wanted...
With a sense of resignation, Robert Redford nodded. "Okay, sir," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."
Jack Radcliffe grinned, clearly pleased. "Ah, excellent," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll get the razor."
As Jack Radcliffe walked away, Mike Dungan turned to Robert Redford with a cruel smile. "Don't worry, boy," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's going to be fun..."
As Jack Radcliffe returned with the razor, Robert Redford spoke up, his voice laced with a mix of desire and apprehension. "Sir, please get shaving cream also," he said, his eyes locked on Jack Radcliffe's.
Jack Radcliffe raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. "Ah, of course, boy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We wouldn't want to cause any unnecessary discomfort... yet."
Robert Redford felt a shiver run down his spine as Jack Radcliffe's eyes seemed to gleam with mischief. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and that they could do whatever they wanted with him.
As Jack Radcliffe walked away to fetch the shaving cream, Mike Dungan spoke up, his voice low and husky. "Don't worry, boy," he said, his eyes locked on Robert Redford's. "We'll be gentle... for now."
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he gazed at Mike Dungan. He knew that he was in a precarious situation, but he couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this.
As Jack Radcliffe returned with the shaving cream, Robert Redford felt a sense of trepidation. He knew that this was it – he was going to have to shave off his pubic hair, and there was no going back...
"Please, sir," Robert Redford said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Be gentle with my manhood."
Jack Radcliffe smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't worry, boy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll be gentle... as gentle as a razor can be."
With that, Jack Radcliffe began to lather up Robert Redford's pubic area with the shaving cream. Robert Redford felt a wave of anxiety wash over him as he realized that there was no going back...
As Jack Radcliffe began to shave Robert Redford's pubic area, he turned to Mike Dungan with a mischievous grin. "While I shave, you hold and stretch Robert Redford's manhood... for a smooth shave," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan's eyes lit up with excitement as he reached out to take hold of Robert Redford's manhood. Robert Redford felt a surge of desire mixed with apprehension as Mike Dungan's hands wrapped around his manhood, holding it in place.
"Ah, yes, boy, this is going to be fun," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky. "I love the feel of a smooth shave."
As Mike Dungan began to stretch Robert Redford's manhood, Robert Redford felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. He couldn't believe that he was enjoying this, but he couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this.
Jack Radcliffe chuckled to himself as he continued to shave Robert Redford's pubic area. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely enjoying this," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was indeed enjoying this. He was enjoying the feel of Mike Dungan's hands on his manhood, and the sensation of Jack Radcliffe's razor gliding over his skin.
As the shave continued, Robert Redford felt himself becoming more and more aroused. He couldn't believe that he was getting turned on by this, but he couldn't deny the desire that was building inside him...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Jack Radcliffe finished the shave and Mike Dungan continued to hold Robert Redford's manhood in place. The air was thick with tension, and Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Jack Radcliffe finished the shave, he turned to Mike Dungan with a mischievous grin. "Stretch the skin around the base of the manhood," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He reached out and gently stretched the skin around the base of Robert Redford's manhood, holding it in place.
Robert Redford felt a surge of desire as Mike Dungan's hands touched his skin. He couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal, despite the humiliating situation.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Boy, this is not the time to get a hard on," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "We're not done with you yet."
Robert Redford felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he realized that he was getting aroused. He tried to push the feeling away, but it was no use.
Mike Dungan, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the situation. He continued to hold Robert Redford's manhood in place, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
As the three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, Jack Radcliffe couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had Robert Redford right where he wanted him, and he was going to make the most of it...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you."
The three of them stood there, frozen in time, as Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air. Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, Mike Dungan nodded and reached out to gently stretch Robert Redford's ballsac. Robert Redford felt a surge of desire mixed with apprehension as Mike Dungan's hands touched his sensitive skin.
"Ah, yes, boy, we need to get you nice and smooth," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I can't give a clean shave with your ballsac all wrinkled."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was being treated like an object. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being touched and caressed by these two men.
As Mike Dungan continued to stretch Robert Redford's ballsac, Jack Radcliffe began to shave the area, his razor gliding smoothly over the skin. Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him as the shaving cream and razor glided over his skin, removing the hair and leaving him feeling smooth and exposed.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're looking good," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Nice and smooth, just the way we like it."
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to Jack Radcliffe's words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Jack Radcliffe finished the shave, Mike Dungan released Robert Redford's ballsac, and Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him. But he knew that this was far from over...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, Mike Dungan nodded and reached out with both hands to stretch Robert Redford's ballsac even further. Robert Redford felt a surge of desire mixed with apprehension as Mike Dungan's hands touched his sensitive skin, stretching him to his limits.
"Ah, yes, boy, we need to get you nice and smooth," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And that means stretching you out so we can get every last hair."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was being treated like an object, stretched and manipulated for their pleasure. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being touched and caressed by these two men.
As Mike Dungan continued to stretch Robert Redford's ballsac, Jack Radcliffe began to shave the area again, his razor gliding smoothly over the skin. Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him as the shaving cream and razor glided over his skin, removing the hair and leaving him feeling smooth and exposed.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're looking good," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Nice and smooth, just the way we like it."
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to Jack Radcliffe's words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Jack Radcliffe finished the shave, Mike Dungan released Robert Redford's ballsac, and Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him. But he knew that this was far from over...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he gave Robert Redford's manhood a hard tug, causing Robert Redford to gasp in surprise. "Boy, just one more round of shaving cream... and you're done," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
But as he looked down at Robert Redford's manhood, he noticed that it was starting to get hard. "Boy, I told you... no hard-on now," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice stern.
And then, he noticed a big drop of pre-cum on the tip of Robert Redford's manhood. "And what is this big drop of pre on my hands?" Jack Radcliffe asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Without waiting for an answer, Jack Radcliffe wiped his hands on Robert Redford's handsome face, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his cheeks. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized what was happening.
But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being treated like this. He was being objectified, used for their pleasure, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of desire...
As Jack Radcliffe finished wiping his hands on Robert Redford's face, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. "Ah, yes, boy... you're looking good," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Jack... he's definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to their words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Mike Dungan held up the pile of Robert Redford's shaved blond pubic hair, Jack Radcliffe burst out laughing. "Maybe we can sell it on eBay," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or put it in a nice container and put it on display in the Hollywood Hall of Fame."
Mike Dungan joined in, laughing loudly as he held up the plate of hair like a trophy. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized what they were doing.
Jack Radcliffe turned to Robert Redford, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Boy, what do you think?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he looked at the pile of hair. He couldn't believe that they were treating him like this, making a mockery of him and his body.
But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this. He was being treated like a piece of meat, a trophy to be displayed and laughed at.
"I...I don't know, sir," Robert Redford stammered, trying to sound hesitant.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know you want to be famous. And what's more famous than having your pubic hair on display in the Hollywood Hall of Fame?"
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Jack, it's a brilliant idea," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to their words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Mike Dungan asked the question, he burst out laughing, clearly amused by the idea. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that they were serious about selling his pubic hair on eBay.
"I...I don't know, sir," Robert Redford stammered, trying to sound hesitant.
But Mike Dungan just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You must have some idea. Who do you think will be interested in buying your pubic hair?"
Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he thought about it. He couldn't believe that he was being asked to speculate about who would want to buy his pubic hair.
"I...I don't know, sir," Robert Redford repeated, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment.
But Mike Dungan just laughed. "Ah, well, I think we'll get a lot of interest from the ladies," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "They'll love the idea of owning a piece of Robert Redford."
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, and we can market it as a 'unique collectible' or something like that," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to their words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he gestured to a mirror that was hanging on the wall. Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he walked over to the mirror and looked at himself.
At first, he didn't recognize the person staring back at him. His pubic area was smooth and hairless, and his manhood looked... different. It looked bigger, more imposing, and Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he gazed at himself.
Jack Radcliffe chuckled to himself as he watched Robert Redford's reaction. "Ah, yes, boy, you look like a whole new person," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Jack, he's definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was being treated like an object, a piece of meat to be gazed at and admired.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy, don't be shy," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Tell me, how big are you when you're fully hard?"
Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he hesitated. He didn't want to answer, didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing his secrets.
But Jack Radcliffe just raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, come on, boy, don't make me ask twice," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he looked at Jack Radcliffe. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
"I...I'm 8 inches, sir," Robert Redford stammered, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment.
Jack Radcliffe's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, that's what I like to hear," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're going to have a lot of fun with you..."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he turned back to the mirror. He looked at himself, and his eyes widened in surprise.
The same manhood that had looked so average just a few minutes ago now looked... different. It looked bigger, more imposing, and Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he gazed at himself.
Jack Radcliffe burst out laughing, clearly amused by Robert Redford's reaction. "Ah, yes, boy, it's amazing what a little shaving can do, isn't it?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Jack, he's definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was being treated like an object, a piece of meat to be gazed at and admired.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy, tell me... how big does it look now?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford hesitated, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment. But Jack Radcliffe just raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Ah, come on, boy, don't make me ask twice," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford took a deep breath and looked at himself again. He measured himself with his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat as he realized that he looked... bigger.
"I...I'm 10 inches, sir," Robert Redford stammered, feeling his face grow even hotter with embarrassment.
Jack Radcliffe's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, that's what I like to hear," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're going to have a lot of fun with you..."
As Robert Redford asked the question, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe burst out laughing. They laughed so hard that they had to hold their stomachs, and tears streamed down their faces.
"Ah, boy, you're really something else," Mike Dungan said, his voice shaking with laughter. "Sure, boy, we'll let you see what your manhood looks like with a condom."
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement, still chuckling. "Yes, boy, go ahead and put one on. We want to see what you look like."
Robert Redford felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, but he knew that he had no choice. He had to do what they wanted, no matter how humiliating it was.
With a heavy heart, Robert Redford walked over to a nearby table and picked up a condom. He unwrapped it and slowly rolled it onto his manhood, feeling a sense of shame and humiliation wash over him.
As he looked down at himself, he couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise. He did look bigger, more imposing, and the condom seemed to accentuate his size.
Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe walked over to him, still chuckling. "Ah, boy, you look like a real stud now," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement. "Yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave. We're going to have a lot of fun with you..."
As Robert Redford stood there, he thought to himself, "No problem, I'll just relax and let my body do its thing. I won't stay erect for long, and once I'm flaccid, the condom will drop off."
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, focusing on his breathing and trying to ignore the humiliating situation he was in.
Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched him with great interest, their eyes fixed on his manhood as they waited to see how long he would stay erect.
Robert Redford could feel their eyes on him, and he knew that he was being treated like a spectacle, a piece of entertainment for these two men.
But he tried not to think about it, focusing instead on his own body and trying to will himself to become flaccid.
As the minutes ticked by, Robert Redford could feel himself starting to lose his erection. He was relieved, knowing that the condom would soon drop off and this humiliating ordeal would be over.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Robert Redford felt himself become completely flaccid. The condom, no longer held in place by his erect manhood, began to slip off.
Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with great interest as the condom dropped to the floor, a look of amusement on their faces.
"Ah, well done, boy," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a real trooper."
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement. "Yes, Robert Redford, you're a real sport."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he tried not to show it. He knew that he had to maintain his dignity, no matter how difficult it was...
As Robert Redford stood there, he couldn't help but think about the events that had led up to this moment. He thought about how Sir Jack Radcliffe and Mike Dungan had shaved off his thick blond pubic hair, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.
But as he looked down at himself, he realized that it was actually a good thing that they had shaved him. Without his thick pubic hair to hold it back, the condom had been able to slip off easily, bringing an end to the humiliating ordeal.
Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him as he thought about this. He was grateful that the experience was over, and he was determined to put it behind him and move on.
But as he looked up at Sir Jack Radcliffe and Mike Dungan, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. He knew that they were capable of inflicting even more humiliation on him, and he wondered what they had planned for him next.
Sir Jack Radcliffe seemed to sense Robert Redford's unease, and he smiled cruelly. "Don't worry, boy," he said. "We're not finished with you yet. We have plenty more in store for you."
Robert Redford felt a chill run down his spine as he heard these words. He knew that he was in for a long and difficult night, and he steeled himself for what was to come.
Mike Dungan grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, boy, you're going to be our plaything for the rest of the night."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he tried not to show it. He knew that he had to maintain his dignity, no matter how difficult it was...
Studs in BOOTS
ReplyDeleteTake a good look at the 6 guys in sexy boots.
1…which guy looks hottest in those boots?
Love the way guy "C" looks on his Sendra (or the like boots) ... The hottest of the six guys
2…Which are your favorite type of boots?
I love the way guy "E" shows his boots (my favorites): I fantasize about being arrested by him and then he drives "my car" (a Mercedes SLS AMG Black Series Edition which I DON'T HAVE :( )
3…Whose boots would you like to lick?
May I lick the ones from guy "E" as he presses gas pedal of "my Mercedes SLS"?
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on?
Deffinetly from the guy "E" :))))
1…which guy looks hottest in those boots? "A" would be my first choice. State police in their jodphur pants cinched nice on their firm butts and the shorn hair with the DI style hat always gets me going.
Delete2…Which are your favorite type of boots? The plain old simple cowboy boots of "B". Nothing fancy or arrogant about them (as long as they have a stilted heel)
3…Whose boots would you like to lick? Hmmm, that is some serious decision. But I would gander a long slide of the tongue up the boots of "A" if only to keep the lick riding up his pants.
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on? Definitely "A", if only to become his dominate man.
I'm wondering though, what's with the Nazi man? Yeah, they did dress well, but they were also excessively evil. Maybe the devil does wear Prada...
Now the mens of "C" and "E" are both stunning in their own right. "C" has that devilish smile and is a beefy man. While "E" needs to have his ass straddle by my roaring engine.
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DeleteI think my mood has changed a little ;-)
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2…Which are your favorite type of boots?
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3…Whose boots would you like to lick?
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4… Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on?
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1 its a draw for me I like police and military uniforms so a and e
ReplyDelete2 I think e woof
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1...E...the guy is handsome and his boots and uniform makes him look powerful
ReplyDelete2 i like all ...But if I have to choose A B E
3 LICK????? none i have my boots licked
4 ALL....... just one?....E
1. E ... Guys on motorcycles drive me crazy, especially if they are in uniform.
ReplyDelete2. E ... Dehner Police Motorcycle Boots.
3. E ... and the cum from his boots after he shoots his load.
4. E ... and lick the soles of his feet and suck his toes.
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that's cool one dressed as a cop, I'd lick the boots and not only that, also let me mount, who knows that a nice cock mmmmm
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ReplyDelete1. D has the hottest boots
ReplyDelete2. E and he's in a good position
3. D, then pullo them off and lick his feet
4. B the pointed cowboys
the hottest is the E
ReplyDeletefavorite type is the D
I lick the E boots
I'd like to try E boot as well
Hottest - D Favorite - D I'd Lick A,B,D and E I'd try A,B, and C
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1…which guy looks hottest in those boots?
ReplyDeleteI think E looks hottest, but thats because i like the cop unifroms too. He is hot and all together make s anice mix.
2…Which are your favorite type of boots?
E again, they look the most comfrotable
3…Whose boots would you like to lick?
E or A both look like have boig feet
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on?
B because he looks hot, and for some reason i think he has the best musk
Joe..
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ReplyDelete1. B Because he looks like hed be the sweatiest and dirties of the choices
ReplyDelete2. E Those boots really give that officer authority
3. E I'd love for him to order me to clean his boots, then after bath his feet
4. E That's a nice pair of boots,
1. which guy looks hottest in those boots?
ReplyDeletePolice and Highway Patrol men look sharp in boots like man A. B and C are thumbs down for me, D also looks very sharp but sorry E you are just too old for me and F well, I just can't get passed the uniform. So, let's flip a coin between A and D and the winner is A. He looks good from head to toe and those brown boots add to his appeal.
2…Which are your favorite type of boots?
A would be my favorite for I am partial to brown, but D would suit me fine but I would still pick boots in A...yum yum
3…Whose boots would you like to lick?
I like licking ice cream cones, and all day candy, but sorry fellas, boots is not on my list.
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on?
I have never been able to wear boots, but if I could I would love A or D.
1. In my opinion I think the hottest man in boots is E, I chose him because I've always had the hots for police officers. 2. My favorite style of boot would be D, but, would prefer them on E. 3.Actually, I wouldn't say no to licking any one of them, but, would most likely be partial to D. 4. I would pull off E's boots and put them on, I chose his boots because they were on him. I could wear them while I work on his feet.
ReplyDelete1. I would choose E for the hottest man in boots, I've always had the hots for a police officer. 2. My favorite boots would be D, but on E. 3. The ones I would love to lick is all of them. 4. I would want to pull off E's boots shove my face in them, and wear them, they were on his feet. I could wear them while I work on his feet.
ReplyDelete1. B
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3. B and work my way up the leather pants
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Ok, of the 6 guys in boots, I think the hottest is A. Why? Because I like the brown boots that are knee high. I also like the uniforms, but especially the colors of his. He is also younger, not a necessity, but certainly exciting to me. And then there is his blond hair. I have always had a soft spot for blonds - I don’t know why.
ReplyDeleteHow about any of the guys using his boot to stomp, lets say, a tiny Millenium Falcon?
ReplyDelete1 E
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3 E
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Think he is Hot!!!
I’d have to say 1 = E, 2 = C, 3 = not sure id be into that but C probably. 4 = F
ReplyDeleteMy answers : 1F, 2D, 3E, 4A
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ReplyDeleteThe one who looks hottest - A. Aren’t those equestrian riding boots?
ReplyDeleteFavorite boots - D. They fit his legs the best!
Which would I lick - Well, I don’t know that I’d lick the boots, but I would suck the toes and lick the feet of E. Those appear to be real boots on a real working, handsome man who is the one I would fantasize with me in bed!
The boots I would like to try on - D. They make his legs look damn hot!
B looks kind of skeezy. and C is a bad photoshopped picture.
The one who looks hottest - A. Aren’t those equestrian riding boots?
ReplyDeleteFavorite boots - D. They fit his legs the best!
Which would I lick - Well, I don’t know that I’d lick the boots, but I would suck the toes and lick the feet of E. Those appear to be real boots on a real working, handsome man who is the one I would fantasize with me in bed!
The boots I would like to try on - D. They make his legs look damn hot!
B looks kind of skeezy. and C is a bad photoshopped picture.
The one who looks hottest - A. Aren’t those equestrian riding boots?
ReplyDeleteFavorite boots - D. They fit his legs the best!
Which would I lick - Well, I don’t know that I’d lick the boots, but I would suck the toes and lick the feet of E. Those appear to be real boots on a real working, handsome man who is the one I would fantasize with me in bed!
The boots I would like to try on - D. They make his legs look damn hot!
B looks kind of squeezy. and C is a bad photoshopped picture.
A and D
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C looks too cheesy, E however, just perched there looking so relaxed. F--the uniform makes me back away
1…which guy looks hottest in those boots?
ReplyDeleteThe pics that get me going are A, E, and F, partly because they feel “real” to me… the men are hot and believable, and the poses are more or less natural. And of course, uniforms can be very sexy! D almost does it for me, but the pose just detracts from the pic even though the outfit and boots are hot. B and C just don't seem cohesive to me. Inidivual things work in these pics, but the parts don't work as a whole--although it is cool seeing the boot collection all around the guy in B. heheh
2…Which are your favorite type of boots?
I like all different types of boots, but in this group of pictures, I'd have to go with D, E, and F.
3…Whose boots would you like to lick?
I've never thought about licking someone's boots before, but if I had to, I'd probably be most likely to concede to F.
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on?
Both A and C, because with them, I'd be the one wearing boots.
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ReplyDeletewhich guy looks hottest in those boots?
ReplyDelete2…Which are your favorite type of boots? A
3…Whose boots would you like to lick? Not into boot licking
4... Whose boots would you like to pull off and try on? A
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ReplyDelete1. E is hottest in his boots, looking laid back but ready for action.
ReplyDelete2. A 's boots are best, straightforward but classic.
3. I'd lick E's boots cause he told me to.
4. I would try on A's boots and make some music with my marching feet.
Jack radcliffe
ReplyDeleteRobert Redford and Goldberg made their way through the crowd towards the front door of Spago's where Robert Redford's limo was waiting. His driver stepped out of the car and dutifully opened the door for the two men.
ReplyDelete'Bill, this is Ward, my driver...best driver I've ever had. Ward, this is Bill.'
'Pleasure to meet you Mr. Goldberg.' said Ward. 'Please watch your head as you step into the vehicle.'
'Nice to meet you, too, Ward.' said Goldberg.
Both men got comfortably situated in the back of the limo and Ward sped away from the restaurant.
'Want a drink?' said Robert Redford as he pointed to the fully stocked bar. 'I thinkwe even have some wine back here somewhere.'
'No thanks...that's not really what I have a taste for.' said Goldberg.
Robert Redford reached up to the ceiling of the limo and pressed a button whichraised the opaque divider between the driver's compartment and the rest of
the limo. 'Why don't you tell me what you had in mind.' said Robert Redford.
Goldberg deftly slid along the finely appointed leather seat towards Robert Redford and looked him straight in the eye. He raised one of his massive hands up to Robert Redford's face and gently stroked his cheek. He slowly moved his hand towards the back of Robert Redford's head feeling the silky texture of his short dark hair. Goldberg cocked his head to the side ever so slightly and leaned in towards Robert Redford's mouth with his lips parted. His lips met Robert Redford's lips as his tongue softly worked its way into Robert Redford's waiting mouth. Both of the men wrapped their arms around the other as they pulled closer together...their tongues dueling inside each other's mouths. Finally Goldberg pulled away...
'That's what I had in mind.'
'Wow!' said Robert Redford, 'You have the softest lips I've ever kissed in my whole life.'
'Want to try it again?' said Goldberg.
'Hell yeah!' said Robert Redford.
'Let's get a little more comfortable first.' said Goldberg.
'I like the sound of that.' said Robert Redford.
Goldberg reached over to Robert Redford and began untying his black bow tie. His fingers have a slight nervous tremble as he struggles to loosen the knot.
'Here, let me help with that.' said Robert Redford.
Robert Redford gently laid his hands over Goldberg's and began assisting him. Goldberg's hands were massive and Robert Redford felt like a small child holding onto his father's hands. It only made him wonder where else this wrestling hunk was massive.
ReplyDeleteGoldberg helped Robert Redford out of his tuxedo jacket and slowly began to unbuttonRobert Redford's shirt. About half way down, the small tuft of Robert Redford's chest hair began to peek out of the shirt. It tickled Goldberg's hand as he reached
inside and gently pinched one of Robert Redford's meaty nipples.
'Oh, shit, Bill...you just gave me goosebumps all over my body. Do that again.'
'I have a better idea, Robert Redford.'
Goldberg quickly finished unbuttoning Robert Redford's shirt and threw it aside. His gargantuan hands roamed over Robert Redford's bare flesh. He firmly grabbed one of Robert Redford's firm pecs and lowered his face towards the pink, eraser sized nipple. Goldberg teased Robert Redford's nipple first with his stubbly goatee and then with light flicks of his tongue. By the time Goldberg took Robert Redford's entire nipple entire his mouth, Robert Redford was trembling with ecstasy and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Robert Redford hesitantly pushed Goldberg's face away from his pulsating nipple. He shoved a meaty thumb into Goldberg's mouth who took it into the warm confines of his orifice.
'Now, let's get this shirt off of you, big boy.' said Robert Redford. He removed his thumb from Goldberg's mouth with an audible 'Pop!' and made quick work of the buttons on Goldberg's shirt. Caught up in the moment, Robert Redford literally ripped the shirt off of Goldberg's back and brought it up to his nose where he took a deep breath of the hunky wrestler's man scent.
'You like that, Robert Redford?' said Goldberg.
'Oh yeah, I wish this smell could be bottled.'
'Here...try this then.' said Goldberg. He quickly reached out and placed his hand on the back of Robert Redford's head and pulled the country star's face towards his moist, ripe armpit. With Robert Redford's face firmly buried, he began to slowly grind Robert Redford's mouth and nose into the wild garden of hair. 'Yeah, fuck man...eat my pits, Robert Redford...lick 'em...fuck yeah!'
Robert Redford couldn't do anything but mumble unintelligently as he obeyed Goldberg's commands. His tongue was washing over every square inch of Goldberg's sweaty pit as the wrestlers aroma was invading his nostrils.
Finally, Goldberg relented and pulled Robert Redford's face from out from under his arm. Robert Redford had a dazed look of pure lust on his face. 'God, I've been wishing for a real man all my life and now it looks like I've got one right in front of me.' said Robert Redford.
'Be careful what you wish for, Robert Redford...you just might get it.' said Goldberg with a playful glint in his eye.
With catlike quickness, Goldberg reached behind Robert Redford and grabbed him by the back of his trousers. One effortless tug later and Robert Redford found himself almost upside down and pinned between Goldberg's brawny thighs. 'Hey man! What the hell are you doing?' said Robert Redford.
ReplyDelete'I'm doing what a real man would be doing to you...now just relax and enjoy. I won't hurt you...much!' said Goldberg.
Goldberg reached under Robert Redford's gut and quickly unbuckled Robert Redford's belt and removed it. He firmly grasped the back of Robert Redford's slacks and gave them a mighty tug. The sound of ripping fabric was almost deafening as the back of the pants gave way exposing Robert Redford's white, hairy ass. Goldberg gave a whistle of appreciation as he gazed upon the blond actor's jiggling mounds of flesh.
'Damn, Robert Redford...you've got one fine ass.' said Goldberg.
Before Robert Redford could reply, Goldberg's hands were spreading Robert Redford's cheeks apart to reveal his pink pucker of a butthole. All Robert Redford could do was gasp with surprise. Goldberg then wrapped his arms around Robert Redford's middle andn brought his bare ass up to his face and inhaled.
'Ahhh, now that's the funk I love to smell.' said Goldberg.
He leaned forward and buried his entire face between Robert Redford's generous ass cheeks and began feasting on the blond actor's fuck chute. The combination of Goldberg's goatee tickling his ass and the wrestler's tongue invading his hole was driving Robert Redford crazy. It felt as if Goldberg had inserting his entire tongue inside of Robert Redford's hole.
'Oh, fuck, Bill...yeah, eat that ass...eat my fuckin' ass, man!' yelled Robert Redford. Goldberg redoubled his ass eating efforts as he wrapped one of his hands around Robert Redford's exceptionally thick cock. His shaft was covered with a slimy coating of precum.
'Fuck, Robert Redford...what do you got there, a beer can for a cock.' said Goldberg. 'What you lack in length, you sure as hell make up in girth, buddy!'
Goldberg removed his hand from Robert Redford's cock and individually cleaned each finger of the thick precum that coated them.
'Mmm, mmm, good...that's some might fine country precum, Robert Redford.' Goldberg said as he smacked his lips. 'I'm gonna have to go straight to the source.'
The wresting god released Robert Redford from his powerful thighs and laid him gently on the long leather seat in front of him. Robert Redford's chubby pole was sticking up straight in the air above the dense bush of dark brown hair that surrounded it. Two low hanging balls laid on the seat below his cock. 'That some fine equipment, Robert Redford. All that girth might even put me to shame.' said Goldberg.
'I always wished it was a little longer, though.' said Robert Redford. 'Nah, it's like I always say...more that a mouthful is just a waste.' With that said, Goldberg leaned forward and completely engulfed Robert Redford's cock in his warm mouth. The surprise movement caused Robert Redford to arch his back up and shove every last inch of his cock into Goldberg's accommodating mouth. 'Shit, Bill...you're gonna make me cum, buddy.' yelled Robert Redford. Goldberg released Robert Redford's cock just long enough to say, 'That's the point, buddy.'
The super-wrestler again deepthroated Robert Redford's cock and inserting his long,n thick middle finger deep inside of the blond actor's wet butthole. Almostn instantaneously Robert Redford's pendulous balls began to pull up towards his cock.
'Oh God, stop Bill...you gotta stop!' moaned Robert Redford.
The only thing Goldberg did was shove another finger into Robert Redford's willing hole, which was all it took to push Robert Redford over the edge. The blond actor's hips began to buck uncontrollably as the first volley of cum fired into Goldberg's mouth. Shot after shot after shot of thick, ropey cum flooded Goldberg's mouth and slid down his throat as he continued to pleasure Robert Redford.
ReplyDeleteWhen the last drop had trickled out of the blond actor's spent tool, Goldbergn let is gently slide from his mouth and it plopped onto Robert Redford's stomach. 'Now that was better than any appetizer at the damn Spago's.' said Goldberg with a chuckle.
'Where did you learn to do that?' asked Robert Redford, still panting uncontrollably. 'What do you think all of us wrestlers do backstage while we're waiting to go on?' said Goldberg with a wink. 'We're definitely not back there hitting each other with folding chairs!'
The limo suddenly slowed to a stop and the driver's voice crackled on then intercom, 'We've arrived at the house, sir.' Robert Redford reached up above him and pressed a red button and replied, 'Thanks, Wade...we'll be out in a second.'
Both men hurried to put their clothes back on and exited the back door of the limo. In their hurry to dress, Robert Redford had put on Goldberg's shirt andbvice versa. Goldberg's shirt hung on Robert Redford like a nightgown, while Goldberg had to struggle to even get Robert Redford's shirt to cover half of his hulking n frame...a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Wade. Then Robert Redford turned around to shut the car door and exposed his lily white ass through the back of the slacks that had earlier been ripped out. 'I see that you're in for the evening, sir...*chuckle*...I'll be on my way then.' said Wade, barely able to keep a straight face. 'Yes, Wade...thank you.' said Robert Redford. He walked up to Wade and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. 'You have a good night, Wade.'
Wade walked around to the driver's side of the limo, climbed in and sped away.
'Guess I won't be needing these anymore.' said Robert Redford as he tossed the shredded tuxedo trousers aside.
Robert Redford took Goldberg by the hand and led him towards the house. Before them was a modest wood structure...almost log cabin looking. There was a large porch in the front of the house with a couple of wooden rockers to the left of the front door. The two men approached the front door and entered the house. Bright moonlight was streaming in the windows which illuminated then interior enough to see that Robert Redford (or his designer) had kept the rustic logn cabin theme throughout the inside of the house. The entire back wall of then house was windows andn glass doors which afforded a spectacular view ofn downtown Los Angeles from a large wooden deck attached to the back of then house. Robert Redford quickly maneuvered through the maze of furniture in the living room and headed for deck...Goldberg trailing right behind him. 'I like to come out here sometimes and just watch the city.' said Robert Redford as he leaned forward onto the deck railing Goldberg walked up behind Robert Redford and wrapped his arms around the blond actor's husky body. He whispered in his ear, 'I can't believe that I'm up here with you...doing what I just did to you...holding you like this.'
'It's pretty much like a dream for me, too, buddy.' said Robert Redford.
Goldberg turned Robert Redford's face towards the side and leaned down to kiss his goatee framed mouth. His hands had worked their way inside of the loose fitting shirt that Robert Redford was still wearing and were pulling rather roughly on the blond actor's meaty nipples. Robert Redford's attempts at moaning were stifled by the tongue that was in his mouth. Goldberg's crotch was rubbing up against Robert Redford's bare bubble butt...Robert Redford was arching his back to give the wrestler's easier access to his ass.
ReplyDelete'I'm gonna fuck your plump ass right out here on the deck tonight, boy!'n hissed Goldberg into Robert Redford's ear.
Goldberg let go of the country star and ripped the shirt he was wearing right off of his body...much like he would in a wrestling ring. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to strike a muscular pose for Robert Redford, who's jaw just dropped in awe.
Here standing in front of him was a beefy, hunky, muscular, hairy god...Robert Redford couldn't help but reach out and touch one of Goldberg's rock hard pecs.
'Damn, Bill...you look even bigger than you do on TV. And I sure am glad you didn't shave your chest tonight!' said Robert Redford.
Robert Redford walked up to Goldberg and slowly began to lick every inch of the wrestler's torso. He worked he way down the treasure trail of thick brown hair that ran towards Goldberg's navel. The saliva that Robert Redford had left on Goldberg glistened in the light of the full moon. Then, Robert Redford reached forward to unbuckle Goldberg's belt when his had was quickly slapped away. 'Use your teeth, boy!' snapped Goldberg. Robert Redford obediently fell to his knees and attacked Goldberg's buckle with the ferocity of a pit bull. In a few quick seconds, the belt was unbuckled and Robert Redford was hard at work on the top button of the trousers.
'That's it, Robert Redford...yeah, that's a good boy.' said Goldberg. Finally the button was undone and Robert Redford slowly, seductively unzippedGoldberg's pants which fell to the ground in front of him. Goldberg's rock hard, dripping cock sprung up and smacked Robert Redford square on the cheek leaving a slimy trail of precum. 'I see I'm not the only one who goes commando.' said Robert Redford. 'Yep, we have lots in common...now suck my dick!' said Goldberg.
Robert Redford grabbed Goldberg's thick tool with both hands and struggled to workhis lips around the wrestler's meaty cock head. The gobs of precum thatGoldberg was oozing added just enough lubrication for first two inches of cock to pop right inside of Robert Redford's inviting mouth.
'Oh, yeah, Robert Redford...get my cock all nice and wet.' said Goldberg.
With a bit more effort, Robert Redford had managed to lodge all of Goldberg's sizable meat deep inside of his throat. Then the blond actor began to slowly bob his head up and down on the big cock...letting it out so just the fleshy knobb was between his lips and then sliding the entire length back in until his nose was buried in the aromatic pubes of the wrestler's bush. 'Damn, Robert Redford...you're a fuckin' pro at this!' exclaimed Goldberg.
Robert Redford let the rigid cock pop from his mouth and said, 'Why the hell do you think I have Ty Herndon open for my shows? He taught me everything I know!'
ReplyDelete'Well, enough of this cocksucking, buddy...I'm ready for some down and dirty fucking!' said Goldberg. 'Lean over the railing, Robert Redford.'
Robert Redford did as he was instructed, leaned over the railing and presented his hairy white ass to Goldberg.
'Very nice...very nice.' said Goldberg as he spat a glob of thick saliva into his hand. He reached out and smeared the slippery fluid onto Robert Redford's butthole...first working one finger, then another deep inside of the blond actor's hole. Goldberg then spit on his throbbing cock and worked the mixture of saliva and precum up and down the shaft of his thick tool.
'Open up and say 'Ahhh'' said Goldberg as he positioned his gleaming cockhead at the opening of Robert Redford's anus. With ever increasing pressure, Robert Redford's sphincter gave way and Goldberg's fuck pole wedged itself deep inside of the blond actor's ass.
Goldberg was speechless and the velvety softness of Robert Redford's ass caressed every inch of his pulsating cock. Robert Redford could only manage some garbled grunt and moans mixed with some heavy panting. Goldberg looked down at Robert Redford's fine ass...at his thick pubic bush tickling the backside of the blond actor's butt cheeks. The he slowly pulled his cock out of it's casing until just the head remained embedded inside of Robert Redford and then slowly slide the entire length of his cock back inside the warm insides of the country superstar.
'Feels like you're going to come out of my throat, Bill...but I love it.' Robert Redford finally managed to say. 'Well, than you're really like this.' said Goldberg.
Goldberg slapped Robert Redford's ass and began pistoning his cock in and out of the blond actor's hole. The wrestler had a firm grip on the blond actor's hips and he mercilessly pummeled Robert Redford's fuck chute. Goldberg's low hanging balls were banging into Robert Redford's ass with every vicious stroke that he took. 'Ahhh...fuck, Bill...oh dear god...ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh...oh god!' Robert Redford screamed out...his work echoing through the canyons below.
'Yeah, boy...take my cock...take my cock like the fuckin' pig that you are.' yelled Goldberg. 'I'm gonna fill your ass so full of cum it'll be shooting out of your ears!'
Goldberg could feel Robert Redford's ass muscles working overtime as they squeezed and massaged the massive tool that was invading the blond actor's hole. It wasn't going to be much longer before the wrestler would shoot his wad.
The wrestler continued his rhythmic pounding of Robert Redford's ass as he reached forward and grabbed the blond actor's oozing cock. Goldberg began stroking Robert Redford's cock in time with the fucking...it wasn't going to be long before both men would spill their seed.
ReplyDelete'This is it, Robert Redford...I'm gonna cum!' grunted Goldberg. His balls pulled up tight against his cock root as his sperm began its journey up the shaft of his fuck pole and into the waiting vessel that was Robert Redford . Just as the first shot of Goldberg's cum entered the blond actor's well fucked ass, Robert Redford let go with his second orgasm of the evening which covered Goldberg's hand with warm sticky cum. The wrestler continued his relentless ass fucking until his splooge was beginning to ooze out of Robert Redford's hole and down his hairy thigh.
'Now that's what I call fucking!' said a breathless Goldberg. He pulled his cock out of Robert Redford's ass, which was followed by a torrent of steaming hot man seed. Goldberg brought his jizm covered hand to his mouth and cleaned every bit of Robert Redford's cum off of his fingers.
'I don't think I'll be able to walk right for a couple days, Bill...but it was worth every second of it!' said Robert Redford.
'Glad you enjoyed it...maybe you can return the favor later tonight.' Said Goldberg. 'That is, if you can get it up again.'
'With you here, Bill...I don't think getting it up will be a problem.' Said Robert Redford. 'Now let's go get cleaned up and get some rest...I wanna feel those beefy arms wrapped around me again.' 'Good thinking, Robert Redford...lead the way, buddy.'
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ReplyDeleteAs Mike Dungan gazed at Robert Redford, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. He had always had a crush on the handsome actor, and now, he was their boots slave.
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan's eyes roamed over Robert Redford's body, taking in the sight of his muscular legs and arms, clad in the worn leather boots that Mike Dungan loved so much. He couldn't resist reaching out to touch the soft leather, his fingers tracing the intricate stitching and buckles.
"You know, Robert Redford," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky, "I've always had a thing for men in boots. And you, my friend, are the perfect specimen."
As he spoke, Mike Dungan's eyes locked onto Robert Redford's, his gaze burning with intensity. Robert Redford felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the depth of Mike Dungan's desire.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he moved closer to Robert Redford. His muscular arms flexed as he reached out to grasp Robert Redford's shoulders, pulling him closer.
"I love hairy men," Mike Dungan whispered, his breath hot against Robert Redford's ear. "And you, my friend, are the hairiest of them all."
As he spoke, Mike Dungan's hands roamed over Robert Redford's body, tracing the contours of his muscles, the softness of his skin. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pulled Robert Redford closer, his lips inches from his ear. "You're going to make a perfect boots slave," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I can already imagine the things we'll do together..."
As Jack Radcliffe's words cut through the air, Mike Dungan's eyes lit up with excitement. He had never thought about dominating Robert Redford before, but now the idea seemed tantalizing.
ReplyDelete"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky. "I remember now. I'm in charge, and Robert Redford is our boots slave."
Mike Dungan's eyes locked onto Robert Redford's, his gaze burning with intensity. Robert Redford felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the depth of Mike Dungan's desire.
"Come here, Robert Redford," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with command. "Lick my boots."
Robert Redford hesitated for a moment, but then he slowly began to move towards Mike Dungan. Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford approach.
As Robert Redford reached Mike Dungan's feet, he slowly began to lick his boots. Mike Dungan's eyes closed in ecstasy as he felt Robert Redford's tongue tracing the intricate stitching and buckles.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he reached out to touch Robert Redford's head. His muscular arms flexed as he grasped Robert Redford's hair, pulling him closer.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "This is what I've been missing. The feeling of power and control over another man."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he began to stroke Robert Redford's hair, his fingers tracing the contours of his scalp. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pulled Robert Redford closer. "I think it's time we took this to the next level," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I want to see you crawl, Robert Redford. I want to see you beg..."
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, now that's an idea I can get behind," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
ReplyDeleteRobert Redford's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey.
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford slowly begin to undress. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad, manly chest covered with thick blond hair.
Jack Radcliffe let out a loud laugh, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's chest. "Oh, this is priceless," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The great Robert Redford, stripped bare for our amusement."
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he reached out to touch Robert Redford's chest. His muscular arms flexed as he grasped Robert Redford's hair, pulling him closer.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "This is what I've been dreaming of. Robert Redford, the epitome of masculinity, stripped bare and at our mercy."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he began to stroke Robert Redford's chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him...
Jack Radcliffe's laughter echoed through the room, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's chest. "Oh, this is just too good," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Mike Dungan, you're a genius..."
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, now that's an idea I can get behind," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
ReplyDeleteRobert Redford's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey.
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford slowly begin to dance. He was still wearing his underwear and his sexy Texas A&M senior boots, and Mike Dungan couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
Jack Radcliffe's laughter echoed through the room, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's dancing form. "Oh, this is just too good," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I'm waiting to stuff a few dollars inside his underwear."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of dollar bills. He began to wave them in the air, taunting Robert Redford with the promise of payment.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he watched Robert Redford dance. His muscular arms flexed as he clapped along to the music, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's boots.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "This is what I've been dreaming of. Robert Redford, dancing in his underwear and boots, just for us."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he began to stroke his own chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. His eyes locked onto Robert Redford's, his gaze burning with intensity.
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's gaze ignited within him. He knew he was nothing more than a boots slave, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he danced for Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's amusement...
As Mike Dungan's words cut through the air, Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame. He knew he was at their mercy, and he had no choice but to obey.
ReplyDelete"Ah, yes, Mr. Robert Redford," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've always wondered what it would be like to touch your famous manhood."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as Mike Dungan reached out to touch him. But before he could react, Jack Radcliffe intervened.
"Wait, wait, wait," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with excitement. "Let me feel his hairy chest and forearms first."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's chest. His fingers traced the contours of his muscles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Ah, yes," Jack Radcliffe whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're even more hairy and sexy than I thought."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Jack Radcliffe touch Robert Redford's chest. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire as he gazed at Robert Redford's boots, still clad on his feet.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Those boots are just perfect for you, Robert Redford."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's boots. His fingers traced the intricate stitching and buckles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure...
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him. He knew he was nothing more than a boots slave, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he stood there, clad in his underwear and boots, his hairy chest and forearms on display for Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe's words cut through the air, Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame. He knew he was at their mercy, and he had no choice but to obey.
ReplyDelete"Ah, yes, Robert Redford," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're so sexy, especially with that hairy chest and forearms."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's chest again. His fingers traced the contours of his muscles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Ah, yes," Jack Radcliffe whispered, his voice husky with desire. "My manhood is getting aroused just touching your hairy chest and forearms."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Jack Radcliffe touch Robert Redford's chest. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire as he gazed at Robert Redford's boots, still clad on his feet.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Come close to me, Robert Redford. Let me feel your manhood. Let's see what effect it has on my...manhood."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's manhood. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he touched Robert Redford's manhood. His muscular arms flexed as he pulled Robert Redford closer, his eyes locked onto his.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're so sexy, Robert Redford. Especially with those boots on."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's boots again. His fingers traced the intricate stitching and buckles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure...
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's touch ignited within him. He knew he was nothing more than a boots slave, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he stood there, clad in his underwear and boots, his hairy chest and forearms on display for Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe's words cut through the air, Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame. He knew he was at their mercy, and he had no choice but to obey.
ReplyDelete"Ah, yes, boy," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you want to feel our manhoods? Feel for yourself what effect your hairy chest and forearms and manhood has on us?"
Robert Redford hesitated for a moment, but then he slowly reached out to touch Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's manhoods. As he did, he felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that their touch ignited within him.
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford touch his manhood. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire as he gazed at Robert Redford's boots, still clad on his feet.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're so sexy, Robert Redford. Especially with those boots on."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he reached out to touch Robert Redford's boots again. His fingers traced the intricate stitching and buckles, and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
Jack Radcliffe's laughter echoed through the room, his eyes fixed on Robert Redford's face. "Oh, this is just too good," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're actually enjoying this, aren't you, Robert Redford?"
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's touch ignited within him. He knew he was nothing more than a boots slave, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he stood there, clad in his underwear and boots, his hairy chest and forearms on display for Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's amusement.
As the three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, Robert Redford knew that he would never forget this moment. He was a boots slave, and he would do whatever it took to please his masters.
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Let's see what that famous Robert Redford manhood is all about."
ReplyDeleteRobert Redford's face turned bright red with shame as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey.
As Robert Redford slowly began to remove his underwear, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with bated breath. Their eyes were fixed on Robert Redford's manhood, and they couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I've always wondered how big Robert Redford really is."
Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached out to touch Robert Redford's manhood. "Wonderful," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I always wondered how big Robert Redford really is."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he began to stroke Robert Redford's manhood, his fingers tracing the contours of his skin. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Jack Radcliffe's touch ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he watched Jack Radcliffe touch Robert Redford's manhood. His muscular arms flexed as he reached out to join in, his eyes locked onto Robert Redford's.
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I think we can safely say that Robert Redford's manhood is quite...impressive."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he and Jack Radcliffe continued to stroke Robert Redford's manhood, their fingers tracing the contours of his skin. Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that their touch ignited within him...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to explore Robert Redford's body. They were determined to discover every secret, every hidden pleasure, and every hidden shame...
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Let's get that notebook and pen and record those measurements."
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan quickly retrieved a notebook and pen from the nearby table and handed it to Jack Radcliffe. Jack Radcliffe began to measure Robert Redford's manhood while it was still flaccid, carefully recording the length and girth in the notebook.
"Okay, got it," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's see...who will stroke our boots slave to make him fully hard?"
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "I think we should ask Robert Redford to stroke himself," he said, his voice husky with desire. "It'll be more humiliating for him that way."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Let's make our boots slave stroke himself for our amusement."
Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey...
As Robert Redford slowly began to stroke himself, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with bated breath. They couldn't wait to see how big Robert Redford's manhood would get when it was fully hard...
The room was filled with an air of anticipation as Robert Redford continued to stroke himself. Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe were on the edge of their seats, waiting for the moment when Robert Redford's manhood would reach its full potential...
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Robert Redford's manhood was fully hard. Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe let out a collective gasp of amazement as they gazed at its enormity...
"Wow, our boots slave is definitely a monster," Mike Dungan exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with desire...
Jack Radcliffe quickly began to measure Robert Redford's manhood again, carefully recording the new length and girth in the notebook. As he did, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer size of Robert Redford's manhood...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to marvel at Robert Redford's enormity...
As Robert Redford's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe and Mike Dungan burst out laughing. "Ah, our boots slave wants to know his measurements in inches," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with amusement.
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Oh, yes, let's tell him," he said, his voice husky with desire. "But first, let's make him beg for it."
Robert Redford's face turned bright red with shame as he realized what was being asked of him. But he knew he had no choice, he was their boots slave, and he had to obey...
"Please, sirs," Robert Redford said, his voice laced with humiliation. "Tell me my measurements in inches. Both length and girth."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Our boots slave wants to know his measurements in inches. Very well, I shall tell you."
Jack Radcliffe paused for a moment, savoring the tension. Then, with a flourish, he announced Robert Redford's measurements in inches...
"Length: 5.5 inches. Girth: 4.2 inches," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him as he heard his measurements. But he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Jack Radcliffe's words ignited within him...
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "And now, our boots slave," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Let's see how you measure up when you're fully hard."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe waited with bated breath for Robert Redford's next move...
As Jack Radcliffe's words cut through the air, Robert Redford felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew he had no choice but to obey, and he began to stroke himself with a sense of urgency.
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Robert Redford's movements. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Our boots slave is going to get himself fully hard in just 5 minutes."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "And when he does," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "we'll be waiting with bated breath to measure him again."
As the 5 minutes ticked by, Robert Redford's strokes became more urgent, his breathing more labored. Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with rapt attention, their eyes fixed on Robert Redford's manhood as it began to grow.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Robert Redford's manhood was fully hard. Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe let out a collective gasp of amazement as they gazed at its enormity...
"Ah, yes," Mike Dungan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Our boots slave is definitely a monster."
Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached for the measuring tape. "Time to measure our boots slave again," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation...
As Jack Radcliffe began to measure Robert Redford's manhood, Mike Dungan couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at its sheer size. He knew that he and Jack Radcliffe had created a monster, a boots slave who would do their bidding without question...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Jack Radcliffe announced Robert Redford's new measurements...
As Jack Radcliffe and Mike Dungan finished measuring Robert Redford's manhood, he felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. He knew he had no choice but to obey, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about his measurements.
ReplyDelete"Please, sirs," Robert Redford begged, his voice laced with humiliation. "Tell me my measurements in inches."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Our boots slave wants to know his measurements."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Very well, boy," he said, his voice husky with desire. "We'll tell you your measurements. But first, you have to beg for it."
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he knew he had no choice. He began to beg, his voice laced with desperation...
"Please, sirs," Robert Redford begged. "Tell me my measurements. I'll do anything."
Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Mike Dungan. "I think our boots slave is ready," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement. "Yes, let's tell him," he said, his voice husky with desire...
"Length: 8.5 inches. Girth: 6.2 inches," Jack Radcliffe announced, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford felt a wave of shock wash over him as he heard his measurements. He couldn't believe how big he was...
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Our boots slave is definitely a monster," he said, his voice husky with desire...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his new measurements...
As Robert Redford's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe exchanged a wicked glance. "Ah, our boots slave is reaching climax," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with amusement.
ReplyDeleteJack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Yes, boy, you're definitely ready to release," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Robert Redford's face was contorted with pleasure as he begged for permission to release. "Please, sirs, where do I release?" he repeated, his voice laced with desperation.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're going to release all over your boots," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement. "Yes, boy, those sexy Texas A&M senior boots are going to be covered in your cum."
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's words ignited within him. He knew he had no choice but to obey, and he began to release all over his boots...
As Robert Redford's cum splattered all over his boots, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe let out a collective gasp of excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a messy one," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with amusement...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to catch his breath. He knew he had been thoroughly humiliated, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's words had ignited within him...
As they stood there, Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford's boots. "Ah, yes, boy, those boots are definitely going to need a good cleaning," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement. "Yes, boy, you're going to have to lick them clean."
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he knew he had no choice but to obey. He began to lick his boots clean, his tongue tracing the contours of the leather as he struggled to remove every last trace of his cum...
As Robert Redford licked his boots clean, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with bated breath. They knew they had thoroughly humiliated their boots slave, and they couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation they could inflict upon him...
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, yes, yes," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I love where this is going."
ReplyDeleteRobert Redford, still reeling from the humiliation of licking his boots clean, felt a wave of trepidation wash over him. He knew he had no choice but to obey, and he slowly began to lie down on the floor face up, next to the boots.
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're going to make a perfect footrest," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jack Radcliffe chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "And what will you do next, Mike Dungan?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
Mike Dungan's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Oh, I think I'll just place my boots on Robert Redford's chest," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "And then, I'll just relax and enjoy the view."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to place his boots on Robert Redford's chest. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that Mike Dungan's words had ignited within him...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan relaxed and enjoyed the view. Robert Redford's eyes were fixed on the boots, his chest rising and falling with each breath...
Mike Dungan's hairy chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a natural-born footrest," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Robert Redford's hands continued to run over the boots, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal. He knew that Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe were trying to humiliate him, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at the boots.
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely enjoying this," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Jack Radcliffe chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, boy, you're a real stud," he said, his voice husky with desire.
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to place his boots on either side of Robert Redford's manhood. Robert Redford felt a wave of excitement wash over him as he gazed at the boots, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
But as he gazed at the boots, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at the boots...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Robert Redford's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, you want to smell my boots?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
ReplyDeleteJack Radcliffe chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Mike Dungan slowly began to pull off his boots, revealing his bare feet. Robert Redford's eyes widened with excitement as he gazed at Mike Dungan's feet, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
"Ah, yes, boy, you may smell my boots," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But first, I'll place my bare feet on your hairy chest."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to place his bare feet on Robert Redford's hairy chest. Robert Redford felt a wave of excitement wash over him as he gazed at Mike Dungan's feet, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As Robert Redford smelled Mike Dungan's boots, he felt a sense of euphoria wash over him. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at the boots...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Robert Redford's eyes widened with excitement. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's boots.
ReplyDelete"Ah, yes, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I want to pull off your boots too."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a wicked grin. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
As Robert Redford pulled off Jack Radcliffe's boots, he was met with the sight of Jack Radcliffe's bare feet. He felt a wave of excitement wash over him as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
"Ah, yes, boy, now my bare feet will caress your hardness," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice husky with desire.
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to caress Robert Redford's hardness with his bare feet. Robert Redford felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, his hairy chest rising and falling with each breath...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely enjoying this," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
"This is fun!" Jack Radcliffe exclaimed, his voice dripping with excitement. "Let's see how far we can take this!"
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Ah, yes, let's find out what's going on in that mind of his," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan slowly began to move his bare feet closer to Robert Redford's face, his toes wriggling with excitement. Robert Redford's eyes widened with anticipation as he gazed at Mike Dungan's feet, his handsome face inches away from Mike Dungan's toes...
"Tell us, Robert Redford," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice husky with desire. "What's going on in that mind of yours?"
Robert Redford's face lit up with a sheepish grin. "I was just thinking, sirs," he stammered, his voice laced with desire. "This is total bliss. I may be humiliated, but I'm actually enjoying this."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to move his toes closer to Robert Redford's mouth, his feet inches away from Robert Redford's handsome face. Robert Redford felt a wave of excitement wash over him, his eyes fixed on Mike Dungan's toes...
Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "And what about my bare feet caressing your hard manhood, boy?" he asked, his voice husky with desire...
Robert Redford's face lit up with a sheepish grin. "I was hoping, sir, that you would stroke my manhood with your bare feet," he stammered, his voice laced with desire...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Jack Radcliffe's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, Mike Dungan, our bootslave is definitely enjoying this," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
ReplyDeleteRobert Redford's face lit up with a mixture of shame and desire as he gazed at Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at their boots...
Mike Dungan's thick brown hair on his chest and forearms seemed to ripple with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a natural-born boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
As Mike Dungan spoke, Jack Radcliffe slowly began to continue caressing Robert Redford's manhood with his bare feet. Robert Redford felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, his eyes fixed on Jack Radcliffe's feet...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're so close," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice husky with desire. "I can feel your hardness trembling with anticipation."
Robert Redford's face lit up with a mixture of shame and desire as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe. "Please, sir," he begged, his voice laced with desire. "Don't stop now."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Robert Redford's manhood burst out his release, Jack Radcliffe's eyes widened in surprise. "Ah, damn you, boy!" he cursed, his voice husky with anger.
ReplyDeleteBut Mike Dungan just laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a wild one," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, covered in his release. He knew that he had lost control, and that he was at their mercy...
Jack Radcliffe's face was red with anger as he looked at Robert Redford. "You dirty boots slave," he spat, his voice laced with disgust. "You're going to have to clean up this mess."
Mike Dungan's laughter echoed through the room as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely going to have to clean up this mess," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Mike Dungan spoke, Robert Redford slowly began to drop to his knees, his eyes fixed on Jack Radcliffe's feet. He knew that he had to clean up the mess, and he was determined to do it...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As Robert Redford began to clean up the mess, Mike Dungan's laughter echoed through the room, enjoying every part of the scene. Jack Radcliffe's anger slowly began to fade, replaced by a look of amusement...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And you're going to do anything we say."
Robert Redford felt a wave of shame wash over him as he gazed at Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe. He knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at their boots...
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He knew that he had no choice but to obey, and he slowly began to speak.
ReplyDelete"Please, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I want you to keep your feet on my hairy chest. And, Mike Dungan, sir, I want your feet on my hairy stomach."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to lift his feet, his Texas A&M senior boots gleaming in the light. Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire as he gazed at the boots, his hairy chest and forearms trembling with anticipation...
"I plan to smell and lick your boots for as long as you want, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "Please, sir, don't take them away."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a cruel smile as he looked at Robert Redford. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to lower his feet onto Robert Redford's hairy chest. Robert Redford felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, his hairy forearms trembling with desire...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Robert Redford's words hung in the air, Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, you may pull off my Texas A&M senior boots," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
ReplyDeleteRobert Redford's hands trembled with desire as he slowly began to pull off Mike Dungan's boots. As the boots came off, Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire, and he buried his face in the boots, inhaling deeply...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a boots slave," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Now, let me caress your manhood with my bare feet."
As Mike Dungan spoke, he slowly began to lift his bare feet, his toes wriggling with excitement. Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire as he gazed at Mike Dungan's feet, his hairy chest and forearms trembling with anticipation...
Just as Mike Dungan's feet were about to make contact with Robert Redford's manhood, Jack Radcliffe shouted, "Boy, what about my boots?"
Robert Redford's head snapped up, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry, sir," he stammered. "I didn't mean to forget about your boots."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a cruel smile. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Now, pull off my boots and smell them."
Robert Redford's hands trembled with desire as he slowly began to pull off Jack Radcliffe's boots. As the boots came off, Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire, and he buried his face in the boots, inhaling deeply...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As Mike Dungan's words hung in the air, Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He knew that he had to answer, and he slowly began to speak.
ReplyDelete"Well, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I've had the pleasure of experiencing several Hollywood stars' bare feet in this way."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, do tell," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Robert Redford took a deep breath before continuing. "I've had the pleasure of worshiping the bare feet of several Hollywood stars, including Paul Newman, Steve McQueen, and Clint Eastwood."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a cruel smile. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to lift his bare feet, his toes wriggling with excitement. Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, his hairy chest and forearms trembling with anticipation...
"Ah, yes, boy, now it's our turn," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're going to place our boots and bare feet on your hairy chest, and you're going to love every minute of it."
Robert Redford felt a wave of euphoria wash over him as he gazed at Mike Dungan's boots. He knew that he was at their mercy, and he couldn't wait to see what other forms of humiliation Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe had in store for him...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at Mike Dungan's boots and Jack Radcliffe's bare feet...
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air, Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He knew that he had to answer, and he slowly began to speak.
ReplyDelete"Well, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I've had fantasies about putting my boots and bare feet on several Hollywood stars' hairy chests."
Mike Dungan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, do tell," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Robert Redford took a deep breath before continuing. "I've fantasized about putting my boots and bare feet on the hairy chests of stars like Marlon Brando, James Dean, and Rock Hudson."
Jack Radcliffe's face lit up with a cruel smile. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice dripping with amusement...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he slowly began to lift his bare feet, his toes wriggling with excitement. Robert Redford's eyes widened with desire as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, his hairy chest and forearms trembling with anticipation...
"But, sir," Robert Redford stammered, his voice laced with desire. "I've also done it for real."
Mike Dungan's eyes widened with surprise. "Ah, yes, boy, do tell," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm...
Robert Redford took a deep breath before continuing. "I've put my boots and bare feet on the hairy chests of stars like Paul Newman and Steve McQueen."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Robert Redford struggled to come to terms with his own desires. He knew that he was a boots slave, and that he had to obey Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe's every command...
As the three of them stood there, the air was thick with tension. Robert Redford knew that he was trapped in a world of desire and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the thrill that he felt as he gazed at Mike Dungan's boots and Jack Radcliffe's bare feet...
As Mike Dungan continued to caress Robert Redford's manhood with his bare foot, he tried to guess its size. But it wasn't an easy task, especially with Robert Redford's thick blond pubic hair getting in the way.
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan's eyes narrowed in concentration as he tried to feel the contours of Robert Redford's manhood through the tangled hair. He moved his foot up and down, side to side, trying to get a sense of its length and girth.
Meanwhile, Jack Radcliffe was enjoying the feel of Robert Redford's thick blond chest hair on his bare feet and toes. He wiggled his toes back and forth, feeling the soft hairs tickle his skin.
"Ah, yes, boy, you have a lovely chest," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I could get used to feeling this soft hair on my feet."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as Jack Radcliffe continued to tease him. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being touched and caressed by these two men.
As Mike Dungan finally made a guess about Robert Redford's manhood size, Jack Radcliffe looked up at him with interest. "What do you think, Mike?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Mike Dungan smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I think our boy here is a bit of a surprise package," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I think I've got a good idea of what he's working with."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to tease and tantalize Robert Redford. The air was thick with tension, and Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Mike Dungan continued to caress Robert Redford's manhood with his bare foot, he decided to take it to the next level. He carefully pulled back Robert Redford's foreskin with his toes, which was not an easy task. Mike Dungan's feet and toes were moist with Robert Redford's pre-cum, making it difficult to get a good grip.
ReplyDeleteBut Mike Dungan was determined to get it right. He wanted to know the correct length and girth of Robert Redford's manhood, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get that information.
As Mike Dungan struggled to pull back the foreskin, Robert Redford felt a wave of excitement wash over him. He was enjoying the sensation of Mike Dungan's feet on his manhood, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal.
But Robert Redford's attention was soon diverted to Jack Radcliffe's feet, which were still pressed against his hairy chest and forearms. Robert Redford felt a surge of desire as he gazed at Jack Radcliffe's feet, and he couldn't help but try to get Jack Radcliffe's toe inside his mouth.
Robert Redford struggled to reach Jack Radcliffe's toe, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth as he tried to capture it. Jack Radcliffe laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement, as he watched Robert Redford's efforts.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I love watching you try to get my toe in your mouth."
As Robert Redford continued to struggle, Mike Dungan finally managed to pull back the foreskin and get a good look at Robert Redford's manhood. He nodded to himself, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a big boy," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to tease and tantalize Robert Redford. The air was thick with tension, and Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Mike Dungan continued to examine Robert Redford's manhood with his bare foot, Robert Redford couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. He had been hoping that Mike Dungan would stroke his manhood faster and harder, not just gently caress it.
ReplyDeleteBut Mike Dungan was more concerned about getting the figures right. He was determined to determine the correct length and girth of Robert Redford's manhood, and he wasn't going to let his desire get in the way.
Mike Dungan's eyes narrowed in concentration as he wrapped his toes around Robert Redford's manhood. He slowly began to move his foot up and down, trying to get an accurate measurement.
Robert Redford felt a surge of desire as Mike Dungan's foot moved up and down his manhood. He couldn't help but wish that Mike Dungan would move faster, harder, but he knew that he had to be patient.
As Mike Dungan continued to examine Robert Redford's manhood, Jack Radcliffe looked on with interest. He was enjoying the show, and he couldn't wait to see what Mike Dungan would do next.
"Ah, yes, Mike, you're definitely a professional," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm impressed."
Mike Dungan didn't respond, too focused on his task. He finally finished his measurements and stepped back, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a big boy," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe continued to tease and tantalize Robert Redford. The air was thick with tension, and Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Jack Radcliffe asked the question, Mike Dungan smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "Ah, yes, Jack, I've got the measurements right here," he said, pulling out a small notebook from his pocket.
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan flipped through the pages, stopping at a page filled with notes and measurements. "According to my measurements, Robert Redford's manhood is approximately 9.5 inches in length, and 6.2 inches in circumference," he said, looking up at Jack Radcliffe with a smug expression.
Jack Radcliffe raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Ah, yes, Mike, you're definitely a professional," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm impressed."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he listened to Mike Dungan's measurements. He couldn't believe that he was standing there, naked and exposed, while these two men discussed his manhood like it was a piece of meat.
But at the same time, Robert Redford couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this. He felt a surge of desire as he listened to Mike Dungan's measurements, and he knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Mike Dungan put away his notebook, Jack Radcliffe turned to Robert Redford with a cruel smile. "Well, boy, it looks like you're a bit of a monster," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think we're going to have to do something special to accommodate you."
Robert Redford felt a wave of fear wash over him as he listened to Jack Radcliffe's words. He had no idea what they had planned for him, but he knew that it wasn't going to be good...
As Jack Radcliffe asked the question, Mike Dungan smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "Ah, yes, Jack, it's all about technique," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.
ReplyDelete"When I'm using my feet to measure someone's manhood, I have to rely on my sense of touch and my knowledge of anatomy," Mike Dungan explained. "I use my toes to feel the length and girth of the manhood, and then I use my feet to estimate the circumference."
Mike Dungan demonstrated his technique, using his feet to mimic the motion of measuring a manhood. "You see, Jack, it's all about feeling the shape and size of the manhood, and then using that information to make an educated estimate."
Jack Radcliffe nodded, clearly impressed. "Ah, yes, Mike, you're definitely a professional," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm impressed."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he listened to Mike Dungan's explanation. He couldn't believe that he was standing there, naked and exposed, while these two men discussed his manhood like it was a piece of meat.
But at the same time, Robert Redford couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this. He felt a surge of desire as he listened to Mike Dungan's explanation, and he knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Mike Dungan finished speaking, Jack Radcliffe turned to Robert Redford with a cruel smile. "Boy, do you want us to shave off your pubic hair?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
ReplyDeleteRobert Redford felt a wave of fear wash over him as he considered the question. He had never been one for grooming, and the thought of shaving off his pubic hair was daunting.
But at the same time, Robert Redford couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this. He felt a surge of desire as he thought about Mike Dungan's words, and he knew that he was completely at their mercy...
"I...I don't know, sir," Robert Redford stammered, trying to sound hesitant.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You know you want to. You want to show us what you're working with."
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement. "Yes, boy, shaving off your pubic hair will make all the difference. You'll see."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was going to have to do it. He was going to have to shave off his pubic hair, just to satisfy these two men...
But as he looked at Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe, he knew that he had no choice. He was completely at their mercy, and he was going to have to do whatever they wanted...
With a sense of resignation, Robert Redford nodded. "Okay, sir," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."
Jack Radcliffe grinned, clearly pleased. "Ah, excellent," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll get the razor."
As Jack Radcliffe walked away, Mike Dungan turned to Robert Redford with a cruel smile. "Don't worry, boy," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's going to be fun..."
As Jack Radcliffe returned with the razor, Robert Redford spoke up, his voice laced with a mix of desire and apprehension. "Sir, please get shaving cream also," he said, his eyes locked on Jack Radcliffe's.
ReplyDeleteJack Radcliffe raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. "Ah, of course, boy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We wouldn't want to cause any unnecessary discomfort... yet."
Robert Redford felt a shiver run down his spine as Jack Radcliffe's eyes seemed to gleam with mischief. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and that they could do whatever they wanted with him.
As Jack Radcliffe walked away to fetch the shaving cream, Mike Dungan spoke up, his voice low and husky. "Don't worry, boy," he said, his eyes locked on Robert Redford's. "We'll be gentle... for now."
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he gazed at Mike Dungan. He knew that he was in a precarious situation, but he couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this.
As Jack Radcliffe returned with the shaving cream, Robert Redford felt a sense of trepidation. He knew that this was it – he was going to have to shave off his pubic hair, and there was no going back...
"Please, sir," Robert Redford said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Be gentle with my manhood."
Jack Radcliffe smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't worry, boy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll be gentle... as gentle as a razor can be."
With that, Jack Radcliffe began to lather up Robert Redford's pubic area with the shaving cream. Robert Redford felt a wave of anxiety wash over him as he realized that there was no going back...
As Jack Radcliffe began to shave Robert Redford's pubic area, he turned to Mike Dungan with a mischievous grin. "While I shave, you hold and stretch Robert Redford's manhood... for a smooth shave," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan's eyes lit up with excitement as he reached out to take hold of Robert Redford's manhood. Robert Redford felt a surge of desire mixed with apprehension as Mike Dungan's hands wrapped around his manhood, holding it in place.
"Ah, yes, boy, this is going to be fun," Mike Dungan said, his voice low and husky. "I love the feel of a smooth shave."
As Mike Dungan began to stretch Robert Redford's manhood, Robert Redford felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. He couldn't believe that he was enjoying this, but he couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this.
Jack Radcliffe chuckled to himself as he continued to shave Robert Redford's pubic area. "Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely enjoying this," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was indeed enjoying this. He was enjoying the feel of Mike Dungan's hands on his manhood, and the sensation of Jack Radcliffe's razor gliding over his skin.
As the shave continued, Robert Redford felt himself becoming more and more aroused. He couldn't believe that he was getting turned on by this, but he couldn't deny the desire that was building inside him...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you."
The three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, as Jack Radcliffe finished the shave and Mike Dungan continued to hold Robert Redford's manhood in place. The air was thick with tension, and Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy...
As Jack Radcliffe finished the shave, he turned to Mike Dungan with a mischievous grin. "Stretch the skin around the base of the manhood," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He reached out and gently stretched the skin around the base of Robert Redford's manhood, holding it in place.
Robert Redford felt a surge of desire as Mike Dungan's hands touched his skin. He couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal, despite the humiliating situation.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Boy, this is not the time to get a hard on," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "We're not done with you yet."
Robert Redford felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he realized that he was getting aroused. He tried to push the feeling away, but it was no use.
Mike Dungan, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the situation. He continued to hold Robert Redford's manhood in place, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
As the three of them stood there, locked in a tableau of desire and humiliation, Jack Radcliffe couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had Robert Redford right where he wanted him, and he was going to make the most of it...
"Ah, yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you."
The three of them stood there, frozen in time, as Jack Radcliffe's words hung in the air. Robert Redford knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, Mike Dungan nodded and reached out to gently stretch Robert Redford's ballsac. Robert Redford felt a surge of desire mixed with apprehension as Mike Dungan's hands touched his sensitive skin.
ReplyDelete"Ah, yes, boy, we need to get you nice and smooth," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I can't give a clean shave with your ballsac all wrinkled."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was being treated like an object. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being touched and caressed by these two men.
As Mike Dungan continued to stretch Robert Redford's ballsac, Jack Radcliffe began to shave the area, his razor gliding smoothly over the skin. Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him as the shaving cream and razor glided over his skin, removing the hair and leaving him feeling smooth and exposed.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're looking good," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Nice and smooth, just the way we like it."
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to Jack Radcliffe's words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Jack Radcliffe finished the shave, Mike Dungan released Robert Redford's ballsac, and Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him. But he knew that this was far from over...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, Mike Dungan nodded and reached out with both hands to stretch Robert Redford's ballsac even further. Robert Redford felt a surge of desire mixed with apprehension as Mike Dungan's hands touched his sensitive skin, stretching him to his limits.
ReplyDelete"Ah, yes, boy, we need to get you nice and smooth," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And that means stretching you out so we can get every last hair."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was being treated like an object, stretched and manipulated for their pleasure. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being touched and caressed by these two men.
As Mike Dungan continued to stretch Robert Redford's ballsac, Jack Radcliffe began to shave the area again, his razor gliding smoothly over the skin. Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him as the shaving cream and razor glided over his skin, removing the hair and leaving him feeling smooth and exposed.
"Ah, yes, boy, you're looking good," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Nice and smooth, just the way we like it."
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to Jack Radcliffe's words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Jack Radcliffe finished the shave, Mike Dungan released Robert Redford's ballsac, and Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him. But he knew that this was far from over...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he gave Robert Redford's manhood a hard tug, causing Robert Redford to gasp in surprise. "Boy, just one more round of shaving cream... and you're done," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
ReplyDeleteBut as he looked down at Robert Redford's manhood, he noticed that it was starting to get hard. "Boy, I told you... no hard-on now," Jack Radcliffe said, his voice stern.
And then, he noticed a big drop of pre-cum on the tip of Robert Redford's manhood. "And what is this big drop of pre on my hands?" Jack Radcliffe asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Without waiting for an answer, Jack Radcliffe wiped his hands on Robert Redford's handsome face, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his cheeks. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized what was happening.
But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being treated like this. He was being objectified, used for their pleasure, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of desire...
As Jack Radcliffe finished wiping his hands on Robert Redford's face, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. "Ah, yes, boy... you're looking good," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Jack... he's definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to their words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Mike Dungan held up the pile of Robert Redford's shaved blond pubic hair, Jack Radcliffe burst out laughing. "Maybe we can sell it on eBay," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or put it in a nice container and put it on display in the Hollywood Hall of Fame."
ReplyDeleteMike Dungan joined in, laughing loudly as he held up the plate of hair like a trophy. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized what they were doing.
Jack Radcliffe turned to Robert Redford, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Boy, what do you think?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he looked at the pile of hair. He couldn't believe that they were treating him like this, making a mockery of him and his body.
But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of being objectified like this. He was being treated like a piece of meat, a trophy to be displayed and laughed at.
"I...I don't know, sir," Robert Redford stammered, trying to sound hesitant.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know you want to be famous. And what's more famous than having your pubic hair on display in the Hollywood Hall of Fame?"
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Jack, it's a brilliant idea," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to their words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Mike Dungan asked the question, he burst out laughing, clearly amused by the idea. Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that they were serious about selling his pubic hair on eBay.
ReplyDelete"I...I don't know, sir," Robert Redford stammered, trying to sound hesitant.
But Mike Dungan just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You must have some idea. Who do you think will be interested in buying your pubic hair?"
Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he thought about it. He couldn't believe that he was being asked to speculate about who would want to buy his pubic hair.
"I...I don't know, sir," Robert Redford repeated, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment.
But Mike Dungan just laughed. "Ah, well, I think we'll get a lot of interest from the ladies," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "They'll love the idea of owning a piece of Robert Redford."
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, and we can market it as a 'unique collectible' or something like that," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he listened to their words. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, he gestured to a mirror that was hanging on the wall. Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he walked over to the mirror and looked at himself.
ReplyDeleteAt first, he didn't recognize the person staring back at him. His pubic area was smooth and hairless, and his manhood looked... different. It looked bigger, more imposing, and Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he gazed at himself.
Jack Radcliffe chuckled to himself as he watched Robert Redford's reaction. "Ah, yes, boy, you look like a whole new person," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Jack, he's definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was being treated like an object, a piece of meat to be gazed at and admired.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy, don't be shy," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Tell me, how big are you when you're fully hard?"
Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he hesitated. He didn't want to answer, didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing his secrets.
But Jack Radcliffe just raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, come on, boy, don't make me ask twice," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he looked at Jack Radcliffe. He knew that he was completely at their mercy, and he had no idea what they had planned for him next...
"I...I'm 8 inches, sir," Robert Redford stammered, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment.
Jack Radcliffe's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, that's what I like to hear," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're going to have a lot of fun with you..."
As Jack Radcliffe spoke, Robert Redford felt a surge of embarrassment as he turned back to the mirror. He looked at himself, and his eyes widened in surprise.
ReplyDeleteThe same manhood that had looked so average just a few minutes ago now looked... different. It looked bigger, more imposing, and Robert Redford felt a wave of desire wash over him as he gazed at himself.
Jack Radcliffe burst out laughing, clearly amused by Robert Redford's reaction. "Ah, yes, boy, it's amazing what a little shaving can do, isn't it?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike Dungan nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Jack, he's definitely a dirty boots slave," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he realized that he was being treated like an object, a piece of meat to be gazed at and admired.
But Jack Radcliffe just laughed. "Ah, come on, boy, tell me... how big does it look now?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Robert Redford hesitated, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment. But Jack Radcliffe just raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Ah, come on, boy, don't make me ask twice," he said, his voice low and husky.
Robert Redford took a deep breath and looked at himself again. He measured himself with his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat as he realized that he looked... bigger.
"I...I'm 10 inches, sir," Robert Redford stammered, feeling his face grow even hotter with embarrassment.
Jack Radcliffe's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, yes, boy, that's what I like to hear," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're going to have a lot of fun with you..."
As Robert Redford asked the question, Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe burst out laughing. They laughed so hard that they had to hold their stomachs, and tears streamed down their faces.
ReplyDelete"Ah, boy, you're really something else," Mike Dungan said, his voice shaking with laughter. "Sure, boy, we'll let you see what your manhood looks like with a condom."
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement, still chuckling. "Yes, boy, go ahead and put one on. We want to see what you look like."
Robert Redford felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, but he knew that he had no choice. He had to do what they wanted, no matter how humiliating it was.
With a heavy heart, Robert Redford walked over to a nearby table and picked up a condom. He unwrapped it and slowly rolled it onto his manhood, feeling a sense of shame and humiliation wash over him.
As he looked down at himself, he couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise. He did look bigger, more imposing, and the condom seemed to accentuate his size.
Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe walked over to him, still chuckling. "Ah, boy, you look like a real stud now," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement. "Yes, boy, you're definitely a dirty boots slave. We're going to have a lot of fun with you..."
As Robert Redford stood there, he thought to himself, "No problem, I'll just relax and let my body do its thing. I won't stay erect for long, and once I'm flaccid, the condom will drop off."
ReplyDeleteHe took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, focusing on his breathing and trying to ignore the humiliating situation he was in.
Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched him with great interest, their eyes fixed on his manhood as they waited to see how long he would stay erect.
Robert Redford could feel their eyes on him, and he knew that he was being treated like a spectacle, a piece of entertainment for these two men.
But he tried not to think about it, focusing instead on his own body and trying to will himself to become flaccid.
As the minutes ticked by, Robert Redford could feel himself starting to lose his erection. He was relieved, knowing that the condom would soon drop off and this humiliating ordeal would be over.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Robert Redford felt himself become completely flaccid. The condom, no longer held in place by his erect manhood, began to slip off.
Mike Dungan and Jack Radcliffe watched with great interest as the condom dropped to the floor, a look of amusement on their faces.
"Ah, well done, boy," Mike Dungan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a real trooper."
Jack Radcliffe nodded in agreement. "Yes, Robert Redford, you're a real sport."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he tried not to show it. He knew that he had to maintain his dignity, no matter how difficult it was...
As Robert Redford stood there, he couldn't help but think about the events that had led up to this moment. He thought about how Sir Jack Radcliffe and Mike Dungan had shaved off his thick blond pubic hair, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.
ReplyDeleteBut as he looked down at himself, he realized that it was actually a good thing that they had shaved him. Without his thick pubic hair to hold it back, the condom had been able to slip off easily, bringing an end to the humiliating ordeal.
Robert Redford felt a sense of relief wash over him as he thought about this. He was grateful that the experience was over, and he was determined to put it behind him and move on.
But as he looked up at Sir Jack Radcliffe and Mike Dungan, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. He knew that they were capable of inflicting even more humiliation on him, and he wondered what they had planned for him next.
Sir Jack Radcliffe seemed to sense Robert Redford's unease, and he smiled cruelly. "Don't worry, boy," he said. "We're not finished with you yet. We have plenty more in store for you."
Robert Redford felt a chill run down his spine as he heard these words. He knew that he was in for a long and difficult night, and he steeled himself for what was to come.
Mike Dungan grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, boy, you're going to be our plaything for the rest of the night."
Robert Redford felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but he tried not to show it. He knew that he had to maintain his dignity, no matter how difficult it was...