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Hottest pair of tall western boots! Custom made for GM. Pure pleasure. Feeling superior with how they fit and feel. Heavy thud sound stomping them on. Dominant Cowboy Master going to break in a new boot boy. Will have him strap on spurs. To be used for education. Or discipline.

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Tall black sourred sendras with black leather jeans

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This video sums up my sexuality pretty well.

Video credits to @eric.field1 on tiktok

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Watching those two cowboys in sharp boots rocking and riding each other like that is too damn hot. Total turn on.

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Outlaw I'd been hunting snuck up behind me by my campfire. Got the drop on me. "Unbuckle that gunbelt!" He barked at me. "And strip off those boots!". He forced me at gunpoint to get down on my knees. Then onto my belly. He straddled me and I could feel the weight of him on my back as he hog-tied me, hands behind my back, bound to my drawn up feet. He got off me and as I turned my head to my side, I could just see his lower legs and feet beside me. I heard him say "Those are some damn fancy boots! Finest pair I've ever seen! Much better on me than on YOU!". With that, I could see him start to pull them on. Slowly. I could tell he was excited and enjoying the thrill of sliding his foot and leg down into the tall shafts. They were almost on, then he gave a final hard stomp to finish, filling them out with a thud sound. Snug. They fit him perfectly. He got the other boot on the same way. Then stomped a few steps to fully secure them and jangle my big fancy spurs. My head turned to my side, I could just make out seeing him to the tops of my boots. Now HIS boots. Now HIS spurs. He stepped over to the side of my head, flashing those spurs dangerously close to my face. Those rowels shining in the moonlight. He strapped on my guns and tied the leather thongs down tight on his thighs. Thick black chunks of smooth shiny leather on his hips, feeling the weight of my pistols tight in the holster, big silver buckle in front. He was going to rob my horse and saddle too. My fancy, smooth shiny black saddle with silver concho trim. I was thinking of him mounting up, feeling that solid black leather between his legs, tall boots jammed into the stirrups, working my pony hard with my spurs. But all his. For now. I wondered as I was all trussed up, laying on my belly- would I ever get it all back?

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Great tall ahaft boots and a great tall tale.

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Thanks. Love western boots, spurs, guns 'n holsters. Imagining tales to go with 'em. Scenes I wish had been more of in TV & movie westerns.

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Bare-chested, double-whipping cowboy

Took his gunbelt and yanked off those fancy boots he'd been showing off in. Mine now.

Found the punk outlaw rustler. Roped and hung. Bounty collected.

Doing some serious ass-kicking, roping & riding in these bad boys.

Those tall shafts and serious undershot bootheels were gonna let everyone know who's Boss! The sound of those bootheels driving me wild!

Had just started my new job as deputy sheriff. Assigned to open western territory. Gonna go on a manhunt after wanted cattle rustler. Grabbed the wanted poster off the bulletin board. $1000 reward. Dead or alive. Just got my brand new custom boots on that I'd ordered. Fuckin' awesome! Fit like a glove. Manliest attire a man could put on his feet. Nobody else could fill 'em out and wear 'em like I could! Gave me a feeling of confidence and authority like nothing else. Walking tall and proud. Had my tight black wranglers tucked inside those awesome tall shafts all the way up my legs to my knees. Damn!- they were gonna feel great in the saddle! Just need to strap on some spurs and buckle on my heavy black holster. With basket weave tooling. And my tall-crowned, broad-brimmed black Stetson. Simple black leather sweatband with Ranger buckle. Badge pinned to my skin tight tan uniform shirt. Tight leather gloves. cuffs rolled back to my wrists. Gun loaded. Tie down thong over the hammer. Pistol thrust snug and tight in its holster. Handcuffs hanging on my belt. Lariat on my saddlehorn. Boots in the stirrups. Mounted up and ready to track down my man...

I got outta my bed and slowly worked my way across the room over to him. "Jealous?" he asked. "Knowing how they feel on MY feet! This Cowboy Stud! You wanna ride 'em? Come on over and mount up on 'em! You know you're aching to! I'll rodeo ride ya! But warning ya- if you mess 'em up, I'm gonna make you lick 'em clean 'n shiny again! Now go grab my spurs so I can bronc-bust your ass!"

I was waking up outta my bedroll in the bottom bunk. When I looked across the room and saw Wade. He was the Ramrod on the ranch. The Boss. Tough. Lean. Mean. Bully. He was sitting there with one leg kicked up, hands holding that big buckle on his belt. Evil, sarcastic grin below that thick black moustache. Broad brim of his black Stetson dipped down on his face a bit. Saw his dark eyes staring at me. Studying me. I blinked to clear my eyes. When I realized he had my boots on. "Saw these fancy boots by your bunk. These are the hottest, most masculine boots I've ever seen. Told myself it would take a real cowboy stud to fill these out and wear 'em the way they were meant to be worn. By a real man. And that ain't you, ya snot-nosed kid! It's me! You ain't man enough to wear 'em 'n don't deserve 'em! You want 'em back? Think you're tough enough? Then... come and get 'em!"

Outlaw I'd been hunting snuck up behind me by my campfire. Got the drop on me. "Unbuckle that gunbelt!" He barked at me. "And strip off those boots!". He forced me at gunpoint to get down on my knees. Then onto my belly. He straddled me and I could feel the weight of him on my back as he hog-tied me, hands behind my back, bound to my drawn up feet. He got off me and as I turned my head to my side, I could just see his lower legs and feet beside me. I heard him say "Those are some damn fancy boots! Finest pair I've ever seen! Much better on me than on YOU!". With that, I could see him start to pull them on. Slowly. I could tell he was excited and enjoying the thrill of sliding his foot and leg down into the tall shafts. They were almost on, then he gave a final hard stomp to finish, filling them out with a thud sound. Snug. They fit him perfectly. He got the other boot on the same way. Then stomped a few steps to fully secure them and jangle my big fancy spurs. My head turned to my side, I could just make out seeing him to the tops of my boots. Now HIS boots. Now HIS spurs. He stepped over to the side of my head, flashing those spurs dangerously close to my face. Those rowels shining in the moonlight. He strapped on my guns and tied the leather thongs down tight on his thighs. Thick black chunks of smooth shiny leather on his hips, feeling the weight of my pistols tight in the holster, big silver buckle in front. He was going to rob my horse and saddle too. My fancy, smooth shiny black saddle with silver concho trim. I was thinking of him mounting up, feeling that solid black leather between his legs, tall boots jammed into the stirrups, working my pony hard with my spurs. But all his. For now. I wondered as I was all trussed up, laying on my belly- would I ever get it all back?

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Morning Treat

Morning treat. Lthrwolf. Tight black leather jeans. Boots. Rustic western cabin.

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Gunfight at Cowboy Jack's Saloon

Getting dressed for a gunfighter showdown

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