“Ah yeah, you fuckin skin slut–how do those fuckin’ boots taste bitch?”

“So fucking good sir, thank you for letting me lick them clean sir,” the boot slave said, and then ran his not dry tongue along the wet leather and across the laces, and when his master rubbed his shaven head with his gloved hand pressing him down into the leather for a few moments, he groaned loudly, feeling his cock ooze precum into his tight leather pants.

Wait–shaved head? Leather pants? Hadn’t…hadn’t he…

His master’s piss surprised him, slamming into the side of his face, and he quickly looked up, mouth open, keeping as much of it from landing on his master’s shoes as possible and swallowed it down in big, heaving gulps, and then, finally, his master allowed him the privilege of sucking his thick cock. He didn’t last long, and they were in a public stall, so they needed to hurry anyway, and his master fed him after a minute of rough pounding thrusts, and then, pulled out, and zipped up, Rudy wiping his lips with the back of his hand…expecting to feel…something other than bare face for some reason, and he was still thinking hard when his master called, “Oi! Bitch, get a fucking move on!”

Rudy shook his head, and hurried out of the stall, but stopped when he saw somwthing strange on the ground. His cowboy boots and jeans…just lying there on the floor. But they couldn’t be his, he was wearing his pants and twenty hole rangers–he didn’t even own cowboy boots…but they were his. They were his, he could almost remember them he could almost…

His master slammed into him and shoved him up against the wall. “Leave them–you’re just a disgusting punk now, just a dumb-ass submissive skin slut who obeys my every fucking command, just a perverted stinking, nasty minded skinpig slave who follows me around because he has nothing better to do with his life, and is too stupid to imagine that things could be different.”

Rudy struggled against his Master’s arm, which was cutting off his air, but in the mirror he could see himself change, the tattoos racing across his arms, the piercings accumulating in his ears, nose, lips and eyebrows. He smirked–he was one hot skinpig, that was for sure, and he gave his master a dumb snort, and licked his lips, his head filling with all sorts of nasty things he hoped his master would do to him later–that he would beg his master to do to him later, and then his master stepped back, and Rudy followed him out, snorting and grunting, paying the boots and jeans no more mind.

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