#tom bones

Poor Tom doesn’t know what to do with himself when he hears that delicious creak of leather and the heavy stomp of Mary’s steps. It makes him fidgety, antsy – desperate to be under the sole of those boots.

The thought of getting trampled and stepped on is something that plagues his mind whenever Mary brings out those shoes. He just can’t help but imagine how the pressure of the heel would feel pressed against his bare skin, leaving red imprints and goosebumps behind.

And, lucky for Tom, Mary’s more than happy to turn those thoughts into a reality.

Seeing Tom lying on the floor and just waiting to be humiliated is making Mary’s blood run south. The way the drummer’s blue eyes stare up at him, blonde hair sprawled out and underwear tented… the guitarist is having the time of their life. Because what could be better than having your little playmate yield at your feet? With a smirk, they raise their leg and lower it on Tom’s chest, applying enough pressure to make him feel pinned down. ”There we go…” Mary hums with appreciation, letting the cool material of his boot press down on Tom's flushed skin. The sensation is slightly painful, but it just adds to the thrill of submitting. ”Feel at home already, huh?” they scoff, towering over the other man and rubbing the heel of the boot against soft, pale skin. Tom hisses from the sting of it, and before he can even think about it, he’s already breathing out: ”Lower, please.” Mary snorts, because of course Tom’s going to be impatient. And he could deny the younger man, but where’s the fun in that? If blondie wants to have a good time, then Mary will show him a good time. Slowly, they begin to drag their boot downwards, revealing the angry red marks that he left behind on Tom’s chest. Oh, those beautiful bruises are going to turn purple, Mary just knows it. ”Here, hmm?” Tom whimpers as Mary’s foot settles over his crotch, the sudden pressure of it sending a jolt through his whole system. ”Yes!” he yelps and nods frantically, his eyes screwing shut as the tip of the shoe presses down – roughly – on his aching cock. ”That’s what I thought,” Mary grins, tearing another pained whimper from Tom. Oh, he should be more careful of what he wishes for...

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