THIS STORY DETAILS HOW I CAME TO BE A MUDDY BOOT FETISHIST. THIS IS THE TRUE AND FACTUAL BIOGRAPHY OF ONE CHILD'S BULLYING BY OTHER CHILDREN. THIS IS A TRUE AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL STORY. I TRY TO ADDRESS VERY COMPLEX EXPERIENCES AND ISSUES THAT LEAD TO MY SEXUAL PREFERENCES. I HOPE THAT I HAVE DONE THAT.

I grew up in a small town, in a largely rural area. I never had any friends, only playmates. From about the time that I was five years old, play always involved my getting beat up. This continued as long as I was in school, from grade school through high school.

About the time I was eleven, a bully beat me up, with another boy watching and laughing. The bully told the other boy to step on my chest to hold me down, and the other boy stood on me instead. They both liked the effect that this had on me, and then the bully stepped on my face, pressing it down into the dirt, he was wearing work boots. They both thought this was hysterical. Later the same year, the same thing happened again, but this time, while the one boy was standing on my chest, the bully decided to p--s in my face. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and let go with a hard, long stream of p--s in my face. The other boy loved this, and then took his turn doing the same thing. This was a riot to them. The bully then stepped on my face with his work boot, forcing my face down into the mud made from the dirt and their p--s. this was very funny to them both.

Where and when I grew up, boys did not get in trouble for beating someone up. Boys got in trouble for not defending themselves. Getting beat up could often lead to punishment by teachers or principals for being weak and cowardly. I was beginning to feel that I deserved the treatment I was getting from the other boys.

In the early spring of the year I turned 13, we had a warm spell, leading to the last of the snow melting and the ground thawing. When the ground freezes and the water in it expands, it breaks up the dirt. When the ground first thaws, it is very muddy. Three of the older boys grabbed me after school and dragged me out onto one of the ball fields. They beat the shit out of me and then threw me down into the mud. As one of them stepped on me, it left a big muddy footprint. This only inspired the others. Someone said I should be a fucking doormat; "let's wipe our boots on him". They stood on me and wiped their muddy boots on my chest, they wiped their muddy boots on my face. When one wiped his muddy boot on my crotch, he noticed I had an erection. He said to the others, "the faggots got a hard-on". This was only more inspiration, each of them had to wipe their muddy boots on my erection, making it only grow bigger. One of them took his very muddy boot, ground it into my face, and said something to the effect of "eat dirt faggot". I got more of the old treatment--lie in the mud with my mouth open as each p--sed into my mouth. I got more of the new treatment--wiping their muddy boots on my chest, face, and crotch. Then one of them got another idea. Lifting his boot out of the mud, he placed his heel on my chest and placed his muddy sole over my mouth. "Kiss my boot faggot." When I did not respond fast enough, he stepped down on my mouth, forcing mud between my lips. Again, he said, "kiss my boot faggot". Scared, this time I obeyed. The next one took his turn, but he instructed, "Lick my boot faggot". As I was scared and another one was standing on my cock and balls with his muddy boot, I did as I was told. I was an object of much amusement that day.

I got my first pair of work boots when I was about thirteen. I loved those boots. They made me feel powerful. For a while, I slept in them every night. Soon, I was wearing them to bed and masturbating. I would fantasize that I was the bully. Then one night as I lay in bed masturbating, I thought of how I was being treated by the other boys. I was surprised when my orgasm was particularly intense that night. I was getting more confused, more sexually aware, and it was all mixed up. When I fantasized about being stomped, kicked, trampled, used as a doormat, lying in the mud, and having muddy boots wiped on me, kissing them, licking them, my orgasms were more intense. I was confused, but I liked it. Next, I was masturbating while kissing and licking my own work boots. Then I would put them back on and sleep in them.

When they were building a new school in town, I watched them moving the dirt around with bulldozers and big dump trucks (Terex) I loved to watch the men operating this equipment. It was best after it had rained, the worksite would be muddy. I thought the men looked masculine in their dirty, muddy work boots. By this time, all the bullies at school were wearing boots--work boots, engineers, loggers. I was getting very confused; I began thinking that the bullies looked masculine too. I did not mind being beaten up, trampled, stomped, kicked, and used as a doormat. I was fantasizing about it, masturbating to fantasies about it, and it felt good. More confusion, but I did not care as long as the orgasms were good. I not only felt that I deserved such treatment, but I also looked forward to it and I enjoyed it.

I do not want to leave the impression that I was used universally as a punching bag or doormat. I was not. Only six or seven guys did this to me. It was never more than two, or rarely three or four, guys at a time and rarely the same group. Often it was only one. This was good since they seemed to spur one another's creativity. It was mainly a crime of opportunity.

At fourteen, I made a wonderful discovery while riding my bike--a played-out strip mine. This mine had wonderful abandoned heavy equipment on it. There was a huge Caterpillar D-9 bulldozer, a Terex earthmover, and a Terex mining dump truck. These Terex's tires were ten or twelve feet high, and the bulldozer was gigantic. All of these were parked in a depression in the tailing pile. The tailing pile is where they pile all the dirt from the overlay that they strip off to get at the coal. Because they were all parked in a depression in the tailing pile it was always very muddy. I would stomp around in the mud, and then pretend that I was operating the bulldozers and other equipment. I would get my boots as muddy as possible. I would stomp and kick the mud from my boots on the pedals so it would fall on the floor. Then I would stand, wipe, and grind my boots into the mud, pretending that I was doing this to myself. I would get my boots incredibly muddy, mud on the tops of the toes, mud stuck and packed to the sides, heels, and soles of my boots. This yellow clay mud stuck wonderfully to my boots. I would eventually sit in the cabs of this equipment and masturbate while wearing my very muddy boots. If I blew my load on the floor, then I would stomp in it with my boots.

Having started masturbating as I licked my work boots when they were clean, I now started masturbating as I licked and wiped my muddy boots on myself. I would lick them clean when they were covered in mud. I wiped them on me as well as licking them clean. I would fantasize that I could have magic powers and be two of myself, one of me wearing the muddy boots, wiping them on the other me lying under those boots, and being a doormat for myself.

I was a photographer in college and shot many sports events. This is when I started to be turned on by cleats. I would imagine lying in front of the benches and having the football players and soccer players stepping on, trampling, and stomping me with their muddy cleats as they came on and off the bench.

While I was in college, I would go out at night and stomp around in the mud on soccer fields and baseball fields, getting my boots as muddy as possible. I would masturbate while doing this. I would walk back to the dorm and track muddy footprints down the carpets in the hallways and elevators. I would stomp the mud off my boots, wiping my muddy boots on the carpets and grinding the mud into the carpets as much as possible. In the mornings, I could see my muddy footprints in the carpets in the hallways. This always made my cock hard when I saw it.

Having now been turned on by cleats, already stomping around at night on muddy soccer fields; I bought my own cleats and started playing intramural soccer. I purchased the cleats that I did for the maximum amount of violence that I could inflict on my chest, nipples, and hands. I tested this in the store by stepping on the backs and palms of my hands before choosing one pair. I liked playing soccer and I was good at it. My main interest in playing though was to get my cleats and myself as muddy as possible.

The Internet was a revelation for me. For the first time, I came to know that I was not alone. I first accessed the Internet through CompuServe in 1995. Since that time, I have been with several different Internet service providers. Since 1995, I have accumulated nearly 40,000 files totaling over 180 GB of data. Most of these are pictures, but there are many stories and videos as well. What a liberating feeling the Internet has provided in terms of my wanting to be a doormat, to lick muddy boots, to be trampled, stomped, and kicked, and to be under other's boots.

In time, I learned that top men are more interested in trampling and bootlicking than women. Some men, especially leather men love to have their boots licked. They like to stomp and trample other men with their boots. This is what eventually led me to leather bars. What a revelation that was. Men who were not afraid to be seen in public wearing leather jackets, leather pants, leather chaps, and wonderful boots outside and inside their jeans. This was a place that men were comfortable in boots. This was a place that men wearing studded dog collars and wristbands that said: "submissive" were comfortable. This was a place that men were excited to have another man lick their boots. I had found 'heaven".

I would masturbate under my own boots, lick my own boots, my muddy boots. I would go to leather bars and lick other men's boots in public. I would also take my own very muddy boots to leather bars, find men willing to put them on and lick my muddy boots in public. I was never into "fetish" boots. I liked real boots, dirty and muddy, and the men who wore them. To lick these boots in public was incredibly exciting. I had now moved back to being a doormat and bootlick for alpha men.

I sucked cock and drank p--s to be a doormat and bootlicker for men wearing muddy boots.
Eventually, I made several boot buddies at leather bars or on online sites such as Recon who are into muddy boots and having their muddy boots licked and wiping their muddy boots on me. I get to play with someone every 3 to 8 weeks. I also get to attend weekend play parties where I can serve all the boots, muddy boots, that I want.

Mat MacGregor