Big John loses his boots

I sent a version of this story in to Where's My Sneaks a while ago, but realize I never posted it here.  This version also has a bit more ballbusting!

John and Ollie were both part of a crew of 7 guys on a work site.  They were all good friends and loved playing pranks and practical jokes on one another, but John was the biggest of the guys by quite a margin which made him a formidable target.  He was well aware of this and used it to his advantage, pranking the other guys with impunity, knowing that it would be much harder for them to get him back.  Last week he had tossed a massive bag of cement mix to Ollie and when the smaller man stumbled and fell over, trapped under the bag, he had pulled Ollie’s boots off and tossed them on the roof of their office trailer.  He did get the bag off Ollie afterwards, but then the de-booted Ollie had to walk across the site in his socks and climb up on the trailer to get his boots back.  Ollie had eyed John’s boots for the rest of the day, but he knew he didn’t stand a chance of getting them by himself.

Today though he would get his chance.  As happened every so often the rest of the guys had got fed up with being pranked without being able to get John back and decided to gang up on him.  John was sitting down on a pile of crates cleaning some of their tools, which was good because it meant he had his hands full and wasn’t focussing on what was going on around him.  The other 6 guys crept up behind him and then when Ted gave the signal they pounced and grabbed him.  He dropped the tools and tried to escape, but it was too late.

They wrestled him down so that he was lying on the crates.  Sam and Patrick climbed up on his chest and sat on him, while Ian helped them control his arms.  Ted and Nathan each grabbed one of John’s thick legs while Ollie got to work on his boots.  Secretly, Ollie was overjoyed to get his hands on John’s big, heavy timberland boots, and not just as revenge for John stealing his own boots.

John was not going down without a fight though and was struggling so much that it was hard for Ollie to get hold of the laces.  As he tried to brace himself against John’s leg and the crates so he could untie his boot, Ollie accidentally planted the heel of his own boot square in John’s crotch.  John let out a yelp and his struggles got much weaker.  Ollie felt a little bad about that, but the noise John made was also quite funny, and it was much easier for him to untie John’s bootlaces now.

The lull in John’s struggles didn’t last long though.  Ted and Nathan glanced at each other across John’s legs, both having had the same idea, nodded to one another and sent a fist crashing into John’s ample package, crushing his bull nuts between their knuckles.  John let out a howl and his struggles weakened again, allowing Ollie to pull the big, wheat coloured timberland off his foot, exposing his bright white work sock.

Ollie had just set John’s left boot down and got to work untying his right boot when he started struggling again, so without hesitation Ted and Nathan sent their fists crashing into John’s nuts once more.

“Fuck!  Lay off my nuts, would you?” John pleaded.

“Stop struggling then,” Ted and Nathan chorused.

Not wanting to incite further nut punches John acquiesced and stopped struggling as Ollie untied his right boot and pulled it off, leaving him in just his socks.  Ollie picked up the left boot and took a few steps back, chuckling a little at the sight of John, pinned down on the crates, bright white socks waggling in the air as he felt the heat from John’s feet radiating up from the heavy boots in his hands.  After savouring the sight for a moment Ollie trotted off over to the office trailer and just as John had done to him, tossed first one big boot and then the other up onto the roof where they landed with loud thuds.

He got back over to the crates just as the other guys were getting off John and letting him up.  John sat up slowly, slightly red in the face and panting from struggling.  He looked down at his feet, wiggling his toes in his socks and smiled wryly.

“Alright, I guess you guys got me.  They’re on the roof of the trailer?”

Ollie nodded, grinning.

John took a few minutes getting his breath back and massaging his bruised balls before slipping off the crates, socked feet pressing into the soft dirt, and set off across the work site to the trailer.  By the time he got his boots off the roof and sat down on the steps to them back on his socks were looking a lot less white.  Deciding he didn’t want to get mud in his boots he stripped his socks off and put his boots on barefoot, making the rest of the guys laugh.  As he tied his boots John looked over at Ollie, locking eyes with him and raising one thick blond eyebrow, before slowly dropping his gaze to Ollie’s boots.  Ollie could tell John would be after his boots again soon, but he didn’t really mind that much.