#bootkink

“Now tell me…” The boy lifted his foot, tilted it, and screwed the toe of the boot ruthlessly into Dick’s tattered nipple. “Where do you belong?”The blood bubbling in Dick’s throat prohibited his speech and he struggled to push out words; coughing and crying out into the dark room. “I can’t hear you, Grayson.” He wiggled the bottom of the boot directly into his face; the deep, mocking “D” indention pressing against his cheeks. The dank smell of dirt and rubber assaulting his senses. The tip of the boot nudged his mouth open and he was force fed the tough material. It tasted just as *revolting* as it smelled, swirling and mixing with the blood. His brittle teeth tensed, his tongue was batter and numb, his lips were destroyed. He never wanted to cum so bad in his life. “I’m giving you the answer, Grayson.” He chuckled and shoved the tip of the boot further in, gagging the man. “Don’t tell me…it’s *on the tip of your tongue?*” Damian lifted the boot and watch the older man writhe and twist in pain mixed ecstasy. His whole body was throbbing and aching. He wanted more. And he knew Damian was about to give it.