Brandon's Boots Ch. 03

Brandon got up and put his clothes and tactical vest back on. As he was getting ready to walk out the door, he stopped next to where I still sat on the floor, trying to recover and process what had just happened. He lifted his right foot and placed his boot right on my crotch. He started pressing down on my dick and balls with his foot.

"Well, bitch? What do you say to me, fag?" he demanded.

I looked down at his boot, poised to easily crush my nuts if he didn't get the answer he wanted.

"Thank you, Sir," I managed to croak from my sore, battered throat. With that, Brandon started to laugh and walked out, leaving me on the floor.

Once I was sure he was gone, I got up and made my way to the nearest bathroom. I was shocked when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My lips looked swollen from the battering of Brandon's dick, and my eyes were deeply bloodshot from being repeatedly choked on his cock. I had a red handprint on one side of my face from where Brandon had slapped me. I could see his partially dried cum still coating my face and hair. I looked like exactly what he'd turned me into: a used, abused cum dump.

I cleaned myself up the best I could, and tried to recover before the end of my shift. When morning came, I tried to act nonchalant when Ben came in to relieve me, but he eyed me suspiciously when he saw how red my eyes were. I prayed that Brandon's handprint had faded from my cheek. As I was giving Ben my end of shift report, I noticed him sniffing, and realized he was taking whiffs of me. Apparently, I still smelled of Brandon's ball sweat and cum, because I could see from the look in Ben's eyes, he suspected what I'd been up to. Then, I noticed Ben staring down at my crotch. I followed his eyes, and discovered, to my complete horror, that there was a large, dirty boot print from Brandon's boot completely covering my crotch. It was unmistakable, the tread marks clearly visible, and stood out in high relief against my blue uniform trousers. Ben's lip curled up in disgust, and he turned away to start his paperwork to avoid dealing with me further. I was so humiliated, I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

As soon as I made it home, I took a long shower, trying to wash the smell of Brandon off of me. I even spent about five minutes brushing my teeth in an effort to cleanse my mouth of the taste of his cock. My throat was very sore from Brandon fucking my mouth. As I tumbled into bed, I realized as I drifted off to sleep, that, despite my shower, the only thing I could smell was the scent of Brandon's cum.