“This is a dirty job for a very dirty little boy,” Cold said with a sharp click of his tongue. “Begin now.”
Jimmy bowed his head down, swallowing thickly as he appraised the task in front of him. He knew Cold had already removed the worst of the grime, allowing this play to remain somewhat sanitary. He took a deep breath and slid his tongue across the toe of the boot. He traced the embedded edges, soaking in the taste with a soft moan.
This was where he belonged. On his knees before his lover, cleaning him, worshipping him.
Jimmy had missed this so much.
There was nothing else in the world that gave him the same unique pleasure as obeying Cold, and he felt completely at peace now. All the stress of the world vanished away, leaving just the two of them.
Worrying about exams and deadlines for papers didn’t exist here. He could give himself over to that velvety voice, and all that mattered was carrying out Cold’s commands. It had been difficult not being able to share this intimate play with his lover since his drop, and Jimmy was so happy that Cold was finally letting them continue.
He would miss getting fast food for every meal, but this was so much better.
Jimmy’s cock was already bouncing between his legs as he moved, hard and wanting, and he licked up to the edge of the spats and grunted quietly.
He found the edge of the boot up by Cold’s calf, kissing and sucking at the strong muscle. Cold’s gloved fingers were in his hair, in his mouth, and he was lost in the warm taste of leather invading his taste buds. He sucked on Cold’s finger, whining as he suddenly grabbed his tongue.
Cold held it firmly, using his thumb to massage it as he teased, “Mmm, you like my new boots, do you?”
“Yes, sir. Very much,” Jimmy mumbled. “So very much.”
Cold squeezed Jimmy’s tongue, leaning forward as he ordered, “Sit back, Mr. Poe. On your knees.”
Jimmy did, groaning softly when Cold released his tongue. He gasped when the toe of Cold’s boot began to drag down his chest, reaching out to hold him.
“Don’t touch,” Cold warned. “Not yet.”
Jimmy dropped his hands obediently, and he groaned again as Cold’s boot moved lower.
Cold drove the heel into Jimmy’s stomach, down across his hips and firmly pressed against his hard cock.
Gasping, Jimmy jerked in reply, but otherwise did his best to remain perfectly still.
Cold began to push down, grinding his boot into Jimmy’s balls and up against his shaft. “Mmm, do you think you could come like this? No hands, just grinding your filthy little body on my boot?”
“I don’t know, sir,” Jimmy panted, watching the rubber heel press into him. The friction was great, but he didn’t know if it was enough. He whined, pushing his hips forward as he tried to increase the pressure, moaning as Cold twisted his heel down sharply.
“Let’s find out, Mr. Poe,” Cold taunted, continuing to push and rub his boot all over Jimmy’s cock. He pressed his toes down into his shaft, stroking him up and down before pushing his heels back against his balls. When his leg began to finally tire, he switched to the other boot, picking right back up with renewed vigor.
Jimmy ran his hands through his hair with a quiet sob. It felt so fucking good, and he was getting so close. He wanted to come so badly that he was shaking, bucking up into Cold’s heel.
“I want you to come for me, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred, his voice strained with lust.
“I’m trying so hard,” Jimmy pleaded as he gazed helplessly up at Cold. “I’m really trying, sir. I need, I need to touch. Please, I just can’t do it like this.”
“You may touch and you may come wherever you’d like... but you have to clean up your mess.”
“Fuck! Yes, sir!” Jimmy immediately grabbed his cock and Cold’s ankle, aiming his load right at that gorgeous boot. He was already so close that his head ached as he came, striping hot cum all over the beautiful leather and spats, moaning happily as he trembled down in his core.
His forehead was throbbing with the force of his release, and he stared dumbly at the pearly mess he’d left all over Cold’s boot. He knew what he had to do, and he lunged forward to start lapping it all up. It was warm and salty mixed in with the earthy taste of the leather, and he whimpered as he gulped back a mouthful.
“There you go,” Cold murmured. “Just like that, Mr. Poe. You look so beautiful right now, so very beautiful. My good boy, cleaning up your little mess.”
The leather clean, Jimmy started licking at the spats. He soaked the cloth with his tongue, sucking hard and scrubbing it up. He was panting, frantic and desperate, trying to get it as pristine as possible.
Cold’s gloved fingers were down in his hair again, praising, “Such a very good job, Mr. Poe... such a good boy for me.”
Jimmy crawled up Cold’s legs, resting his head in his lap with a happy sigh. Yes, he was good. He was always good for Cold. He smiled as he felt a gloved finger at his mouth, and he sucked on it lightly.
