#bootedgod

Patrick grabbed Tom by the neck and threw him against the brick wall in the alleyway. Both men stared into each others eyes as Tom's lip quivered for a moment. Patrick's 6'7" broad and muscular frame towered over Tom as he placed a hand on the wall behind. Tom felt the wall as Patrick slowly moved his finger up Tom's body armour. Tom's manhood twitched as Patrick began to draw circles on the armour, before abruptly stopping and stepping away. Tom felt discouraged and sighed as Patrick slowly moved away. Then from nowhere Patrick quickly turned back and squarely punched Tom in his armoured torso. Tom's flagpole immediately stood to attention as the force of Patrick's strike vibrated through the armour and into his defined body. Slightly winded, Tom bend over in response to the strike. Patrick's hands quickly spun Tom around and pushed him into the wall face first. Patrick then began to push Tom's feet apart with his booted foot before grasping Tom's hands and bringing them behind his back. With a quick, cold, clicking sound, Tom's hands where handcuffed behind his back. His erect penis trying to dig a hole in the brick wall. Patrick held Tom against the wall with one strong, muscular hand while reaching for his radio. "1642 & 1932 going on break." The radio fell silent for a moment before a female voice responded with "Acknowledged 1642. Enjoy your break Sir." Patrick then grasped the back of Tom's collar, dragged him away from the wall, then whispered into Tom's ear, before marching him deeper into the alleyway. "Oh, I will."

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As Tom awoke, his head was filled with a mass confusion that overwhelmed his senses. He tried to reach for his head but quickly discovered he was bound. A few moments passed as his mind slowly cleared and his eyes began to focus. The room, albeit moving slowly, eventually formed a still image. He found himself in an abandoned subway station, who knew how deep underground. The next sense to clear revealed that he was cold and heavily restrained with bindings, he looked down to see he was nude and had thick hempen rope binding his limbs, wrists, and ankles to a solitary anchor point. The stone floor was cold and rough like sandpaper. As he wriggled and groaned a voice spoke from the darkness. “Your finally awake, good. We have much work to do” From the darkness a figure stepped into the spotlight above Toms body. A God of a man stepped over him and sat on a set of railings nearby. “Don’t be alarmed boi, you will eventually learn your place in MY world” The figure moved his booted foot closer to Toms face, then spat on it grinning as he did so. “Lesson one boi, worshipping your GOD’S boots. Keep them gleaming, keep them polished, learn there scent, learn your place.”