BLACK BOOT COVE 3
NEIL
by rubberhipboots@hotmail.com

Neil leaned back on the couch and propped his hip-booted feet up on 
the coffee table.  He took a deep drink from the bottle of beer he 
was holding and sighed.  Today he was 18, and once again he was 
alone.  But then, what else could he expect?  He truly didn't belong 
anywhere.  He'd done his three regular Wednesday customers, plus one 
new guy, and although he enjoyed his cock sucking ventures, he needed 
something more.  He was a buff dude with a large cock and an enormous 
sexual appetite.  Too bad it wasn't Friday, cause one of his Friday 
dudes loved to suck him off too.  For tonight, he'd just have to use 
his hand once again.

He grinned as he looked at his hands.  Strapped to perfection today 
in school.  Three different teachers had laid it on good.  Fuck, it 
hurts so fine, that old rubber strap, he thought as he began to 
stroke.  He wondered what he'd do when he left school in a few 
months.  He'd become very dependent on that particular form of 
punishment, having been beaten regularly across the hands since the 
age of 5.

He was just really getting into his jerking when he heard a knock at 
the door.  Shit!  Maybe Mike had forgotten something, or maybe he 
wanted another session.  Well, he'd have to pay all over again.  Neil 
jumped up and strode across the floor, his big black rubber waders 
squeaking on the floorboards.  It was the main reason why he didn't 
bother to cover them with anything.  He loved the way his rubber 
boots sounded as he walked.

When he opened the door, he fully expected to see his last customer 
standing there, which is why he had no problem with wearing only 
rubber hip boots and having a massive hard-on.  To his surprise 
though, it was the local sheriff who nodded and grinned and barged on 
in.

"Well Neil," he said, "I see you're dressed for work."
"No, man, I'm not dressed for anything.  This is the way I always 
dress around the house.  I guess a guy can do what he likes in his 
own house."

"Well, that all depends on what it is he's a-doing," the sheriff 
replied.  "I know fuckin' well what goes on here everyday, boy.  
You're a fuckin' pervert, and you're spreading your disease around 
the town, leading young men astray."

"Some of 'em ain't so young," Neil answered sarcastically.  "So, you 
gonna arrest me or what?"  He stared at the handcuffs hanging from 
the sheriff's belt and remembered how they'd felt the few times he'd 
been taken in.  Yeah, he could do with a cuffing and being hauled off 
to jail.  A cool way to celebrate his birthday.

"More like the 'or what' tonight Neil," the sheriff said.  "I don't 
think putting you in the slammer is gonna solve anything.  Seems to 
me you'd be out in six months and right back to your old tricks, 
pardon the pun."

Neil waited to hear what the sheriff had to say.  This could be 
interesting.  What did he want?  Free blow jobs?  Or maybe he wanted 
to go all the way and fuck his ass?  Well, Neil could accommodate 
him, whatever it was he was after.

"I've been talking with your school, Neil, and I've been watching 
you, and I've put some things together.  Your old man passed on last 
year, and you're by yourself.  You support yourself by sucking cock 
and who knows what else.  No one's ever seen you without rubber hip 
boots on, leastwise not since you was a little kid.  You get strapped 
more than any other guy the teachers have ever seen and seems like 
you're always right eager to stick out them hands.  I remember the 
few times I took you down to the jailhouse in handcuffs and kept you 
locked up overnight.  You was hard as a telephone post the whole 
time, and you was in no hurry to get them cuffs off neither.  In 
fact, you told me you was quite comfortable in 'em so not to bother 
taking 'em off.  I got ya pegged, Neil.  You a 

"Right," thought Neil, "the Pen."  Well, the sex'd be good, but fuck, 
he probably couldn't wear rubber waders.  That would be a bummer 
'cause the sheriff was right.  He'd traded in his rubber knee boots 
for rubber hip boots when he was 9 years old.  He'd never worn 
anything else since, and he never wanted to.  He had such a strong 
lust for rubber boots, he couldn't even take 'em off to sleep.
"Perhaps I'll just slip these on ya while we talk," the sheriff said, 
reaching for his handcuffs.  Neil very obediently put his hands 
behind his back and thrilled when the cold steel closed tight around 
his wrists and held his hands firmly in place.  "Now sit down, boy," 
the sheriff said and pushed him back onto the couch.  Neil's cock 
stood straight up in the air in front of him and was throbbing and 
dripping.  Neil didn't remember when he had been so excited.  He 
could feel the sweat running down the shafts of his waders, and his 
feet were feeling mighty squishy.

"See, I've got contacts, boy, and I know a place where you'd be 
content and where we'd get rid of ya for good.  It's sorta like a 
jail, but you agree to go, and then you disappear.  We'll concoct a 
story about moving away to find work or stay with relatives or such 
like, and you're never seen again.  You'll soon be forgotten, except 
maybe by a few horny homos who'll wander around with woodies for 
awhile, but they'll soon find another mouth.  The thing is, boy, 
you're going down this time so you better decide where and how you 
want to go.  Them times before, you were just a kid, but now you're 
18–legally a man, and I'll throw the fuckin' book at ya.  And as soon 
as you get out, I'll throw it again.  So, think about it for a minute 
boy.  If you wanna go to a place where you can keep your rubbers on 
and indulge your other perversities and still earn your keep the way 
you have been, it can be arranged.  You see, I have a brother-in-law 
who knows some weird people.  There's this place called Black Boot 
Cove where guys wear rubber and get beat and hump each other.  And 
once you're there, you're there for good.  No getting out.  Think 
about it!"

And with that, he got down with his knees on Neil's rubber booted 
feet and went to work on his massive hard dick.  It wasn't long 
before Neil was blasting his juice down the sheriff's throat, and the 
sheriff was sucking it all down.  He got up, wiped his face and 
muttered about fuckin perverts.

"I'll be back in an hour.  Make up your mind."

He slammed the door and jumped in his car and drove off, leaving Neil 
sitting on the couch with his hands cuffed behind his back, wearing 
only rubber hip boots, and feeling very satisfied.

It wasn't long before the helplessness of his situation had him 
turned on again.  He was alone at home, in handcuffs, with no way 
out.  He managed to stand up, and he walked around listening to the 
rubber boots creak and squeak.  He figured, if he went to jail, he'd 
be stripped of his waders, the cuffs would only be used to transport 
him there, and then he'd have to live like a regular guy, he was not a 
regular guy.  He had only one choice, it was going to be Black Boot 
Cove!  He pulled against his cuffs, and the steel bit into his 
wrists.  That's what he loved, unyielding, tight bondage, and hot 
sweaty hip rubber boots.  He wondered if they'd strap him there.

It was three hours before the sheriff returned and rather than being 
relieved, Neil was sorry to see him arrive.  He'd be quite happy to 
spend the night in his cuffs.  It was obvious to the sheriff that 
Neil liked the thoughts of his new lifestyle, and, after calling him 
a fuckin' pervert a few more times, he shoved him face down on the 
couch and proceeded to empty his man tool into Neil's ass no less 
than three times.  Then he told Neil he'd return in the morning to 
make arrangements to have him sent to Black Boot Cove.  Off he went 
again, leaving Neil excited and apprehensive, still wearing the 
cuffs.
 
Only four days later, Neil found himself on a chopper, dressed in 
very heavy black rubber hip waders, a rubber hood that had only mouth 
and nose holes, he was not to know where he was going, and once again 
those handcuffs holding his wrists together behind his back.  The 
sheriff had worked out all the details, and Neil was now and forever 
a whore who catered to the desires of guys like himself.  Black Boot 
Cove used its notoriety with its new rubber boot laws to set up a sex 
service for those who lived outside the Cove but were very much into 
rubber boots, bondage, and corporal punishment.  After what seemed 
like a long flight, they landed with a bump, and Neil was taken by 
the arm and led into a building.  A man who introduced himself as 
Pete was to be his superior.

"The process is simple, Neil.  We provide you with room and board and 
allow you to indulge your fantasies and fetishes.  We have developed 
a profile on you, which we will add to and develop as time goes by.  
In return, you will favour our clients, some from outside the Cove, 
others guys who live here.  All our clients are male, and you will 
fuck and suck and be fucked and sucked as they desire.  Many of them 
are also into corporal punishment and bondage, and those are the ones 
who will be your clients.  You will be strapped by any who wish to 
lay it on, or you may be strapped by a staff member while the client 
watches.  You must at all times be stoic.  It has been determined 
that you will be hooded at all times while dealing with clients, and 
that you will be cuffed as you are now.  So that you will always be 
ready, it is reasonable to keep you hooded and cuffed at all times. 
 
Your cuffs will be removed only to apply the strap to your hands.  An 
attachment will be added to the hood, should the client wish to piss 
in your mouth.  And according to our rubber boot laws, you must wear 
rubber hip boots at all times.  You will be permitted a shower once 
every two weeks, you will cater to the clients who like 'em dirty and 
smelly, and your waders will be removed for ten minutes at that time.  
There are no days off; you are always on call, although you may fuck 
with the other inmates here if there are no clients waiting.

"You will share a single cot with Matt who is likewise hooded, 
wadered, and cuffed.  When you are in your cell, your legs will be 
shackled together.  It will serve you well to get along with your 
cellmate as you will be closer to him than you have ever been to 
another person, and since your hands are cuffed behind you, you will 
need to cooperate in order to help each other with bathroom duties, 
eating, etc.  From time to time, at our pleasure, you will be taken 
to the arena and whipped.  Clients pay big bucks to watch such an 
event and will fondle and suck you while you are tied in place and 
whipped.  Usually several inmates are whipped during the same show. 
We all find it quite amusing. "

With that, Pete uncuffed Neil's hands and directed him to hold them 
out.  He applied a rubber strap to them with all the force he could 
muster.  Neil stoically counted fifty smacks to each hand, and the 
more it hurt the hornier he got.  The fact that he was unable to see 
inside his black rubber hood seemed to make it even more of a turn 
on.  Pete was pleased and told Neil he'd be a favourite for sure with 
the clients.  He was delighted to see how big his cock got when it 
hardened.  Neil's battered and bruised hands were cuffed once more 
behind his back, and Pete added a padlock to the fastener that held 
his rubber hood tightly around his neck.  A thick rubber belt was put 
around his waist and the belt loops on those new waders just happened 
to snap into the belt and lock in place.  The belt was locked around 
his waist.

"There," said Pete, "nice and snug and cosy."

Pete's cock was pushing against Neil's asshole, and he found himself 
pushed down with head and knees on the floor.  With his throbbing 
hands, he felt Pete's large cock and actually helped him get in.  
Pete fucked manfully, wrapping his rubber hip-booted legs around 
Neil's as he pumped his ass relentlessly.

"Oh yeah," he said, "one more thing.  Just in case you might wonder 
about how you're gonna stay horny, all the food and water here is 
treated with a powerful aphrodisiac.  Dude, ten minutes after you've 
cum, you want to go again.  Your life here is total sex 24/7.  You'll 
find that even after spending the whole day in sexual activities, 
you'll have wet dreams in the night."

At that point Pete shot his load in Neil's ass, and Neil spewed his 
juice all over the floor.  Pete withdrew and slapped his ass hard 
with the palm of his hand.  "Good fuck, buddy.  Now, stand up, and 
we'll start your treatment.  Here, drink this!"

He put a straw in Neil's mouth and had him drink a large glass of 
water.  Neil was on his way to being the horn-dog he'd dreamed of 
being.  He could feel Pete's cum dripping out of his asshole, but no 
move was made to clean him up.  Then he remembered he was gonna be 
one of the dirty ones.  He loved it.

A guard came and led him to his cell.  It was a long, complicated 
trip through corridors and down stairs.  He'd never find his way 
around here without sight.

"Here we are, dude," the guard said, "time to get acquainted with 
your cellmate Matt.  From this moment on, man, you are dead to the 
outside world.  You are here and will remain here until you die."  He 
chuckled.

Neil was unceremoniously shoved against another guy, and they were 
immediately tied together at the shoulders, waist, knees, and 
ankles.  He heard the cell door clang shut, and there they stood.  He 
could feel Matt's hard cock pressing against his own, and, before 
saying a word, Matt was humping against him.  Neil's cock responded, 
and he pushed back.  Matt was so happy to get a cellmate.  He'd been 
here for two months on his own, and, being so fuckin' horny all the 
time, it was really difficult being alone at night.

The men heaved and pushed against each other and the ropes that bound 
them.  Matt was very soon spurting his load all over the two of 
them.  Neil had just cum and was not yet ready to shoot again, 
although he had to admit it was pretty neat to be involved like 
this.  He loved Matt's deep voice, and his prick was obviously big 
and juicy.  He could smell his man smell through the rubber and 
thought that they would get along well.  Matt told him it didn't 
matter if they liked each other or not, as long as there was another 
dude nearby to fuck, that was all that mattered.

The men managed to move slowly around the cell, and Matt showed Neil 
where the water tap was and the toilet and described how they'd have 
to help each other out.  Then Matt dragged Neil over to the cot, 
flopped down and was again lost in a frantic sex dance.  The 
chemicals were beginning to effect Neil, too, for he suddenly got 
extremely hard and felt so horny he could hardly stand it.  Man, if 
this was the way it was going to be all the time, he really was in 
heaven.  As they lay together and humped and shot, he could feel a 
big rubber booted foot pushing on his ass.  One of the guards was 
standing over them and ground his heavy rubber soles into his ass 
while he had Neil caress the rubber boots with his hands.  Then he 
laid ten of the best across Neil's ass with a rubber strap, which 
only served to drive the men even more insane with lust.

Before they were untied, they'd each cum three or four times.  Then, 
with Neil's right ankle shackled to Matt's left, the two men sat down 
and talked.  At meal time, one held the food for the other as he 
stuck his head down by his cellmate's ass to retrieve it.  Yes, this 
was togetherness, Neil thought as he wiped Matt's ass.  I'm never 
gonna be alone again.  And, with that joyous thought he backed up to 
Matt's prick and began to stroke him lovingly.  Tomorrow he would 
meet the clients.  He could hardly wait.