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Michael had always believed his passion for riding boots had played a big role in helping him become an expert rider. He enjoyed training his mounts to be exquisitely sensitive to the tiniest changes in pressure from the shafts and heels of his tall boots. With
the slightest change of boot position against an animal's sides, he enjoyed total control over his mount's every movement. It was not a question of master vs slave. His horses gave into to his will gladly. It was as if they welcomed "the boot."He dreamed how it would feel to exercise that same total control over another man. Since the new stable boy was sending heavy signals that he was hot not only for Michael but for Michael's tall boots as well, he figured maybe the time had come for him to test his fantasy in reality.
At dusk, with the two young men alone in the darkening stables, it was Todd -the new boy- who upstaged Michael by making the first move. Still shirtless, Todd fixed on Michael with the same determined, steady eye contact they'd been exchanging all day. With one arm he pulled the smaller boy against him while with his free hand, Todd grasped one of Michael's boots by its shaft and pulled it upward so that (1) Michael would be off balance, and (2) he could use Michael's thigh like a tool to rub against that growing bulge in his jeans. Michael could feel Todd's cock throbbing against the inside of his own thigh. He thought to himself, "Fuck! This is not what I want!"
Although Michael was the smaller of the two, he was accustomed to always being in control whether in the equestrian ring or in the hay. By nature, Michael was not just a TOP, he was a TRAINER! His instinct was to train this spirited new boy to accept the side of his boot as a horse would, with at least one important difference. Michael's boot would not rest on the new boy's side. He had another piece of the boy's anatomy targeted. Michael wanted complete control of Todd's responses, just as if Todd were a stallion in the ring. He would break the the larger boy "to the boot", and with the boot, bring him to the brink of cumming, then back him off, then excite him again, slacken the reins, "give him some leg", then rein him back in again. This " boy stallion" would be brought to the point where he would accept full domination of his cock and balls though Michael's boot leather! Finally, Michael would decide the precise moment at whichTodd would be permitted to shoot his load on the self same boot leather that was being used to control him. Todd would not just perform and hold back as Michael directed, he would do so in the same spirit as the stallions Michael had trained: gladly!
At first, the new boy seemed intent on bringing Michael down to his knees,so that Michael's face, not his boot, would be at the new boy's crotch. They wrestled a bit, playfully. Then Michael took command. He surprised the hell out of Todd by jumping on the boy's bones just as he had bounded many a time onto a horse's back on the fly. With Todd staggering, Michael unsnapped Todd's jeans and with one yank, pulled them down just far enough for the boy's cock to break free, which it did as if spring loaded!Todd gave a low sigh and seemed to quiver for just an instant. Without missing a beat, Michael spun the dazed boy around 180 degrees and grabbed him from behind in a sort of mock wresting choke hold. He raised his
boot til the black leather made just the slightest contact with the underside of Todd's cock, just beneath its bulging head. As soon as Todd felt Michael's leather, his pre-cum began to flow.
Michael was surprised at how easy it had seemed to break this untamed new boy "to the boot". Still holding Todd from behind with his leg bent so as to keep his boot leather in contact with Todd's cock, he began testing his control over larger boy's responses by moving his boot so as to gently make contact with various parts of the anatomy of Todd's 9 inches of rigid "horsemeat".
He found he could easily control it's stiffness, its quivering, the amount of the Todd's pre cum, and even the pitch of the boy's moans of pleasure or frustration.
With the satisfaction of a professional hoarseman, Michael thought to himself,"It's a perfect ride! I broke this boy to my boot. I am THE MAN!"
Then he heard his "stallion" whisper a phrase Michael had never heard before.
"Good! Now, BOOT ME OFF BUDDY!"
And suddenly Michael was not so sure just who had been training whom?
