As Scott stood there, with Cody lookin' at him with a devilish grin on his face, a thought crashed through his mind. It was a quote attributed to the artist Picasso, ".... the urge to destroy is also a creative urge....". Scott didn't know how or why, but he was sure feelin' those 'urges'......

Scott looked down at his boots. His Wesco's were over 20 inches tall. Thick, black leather, with 2 straps at the top of the shafts! He loved these boots!
He kept lookin' at 'em, then shuffled his feet a bit. Cody caught on.....

"That's a really nice pair of boots you're wearin'," Cody said as he looked down at Scott's boots.
"Thanks, I really like 'em," was Scott's response.

With more of a 'command' than a 'request', in his voice, Cody said, " Take 'em off, let me see 'em."

Scott just simply acquiesced to Cody's demand. Sittin' back down in the chair, back into the wet paint, Scott pulled off one boot, then the other, and handed 'em over to Cody. Cody took Scott's boots, held 'em up, admiring them. "Wow, these are really nice,", he said, "But I'm not too sure about the color...".

Scott just said, "Huh???".

"Well, instead of black, what about white?", Cody said as he took a paint-brush and started to paint one of Scott's boot white. Scott just sat there thinkin', 'my boots, what was happening to 'em???'.

"Uhhh, Cody......," was all he could say....

Cody had finished coating one of Scott's boots with white paint. He then picked up the other boot, "Or what do you think about yellow?", and with that, Cody covered Scott's other boot with a coat of yellow paint.

"Oh f**K Cody, my boots!", was all that Scott could say. He knew he should be totally pissed that Cody was ruinin' his boots, but he was gettin' so turned on about it!!!

But Cody wasn't quite finished. "You know what would be totally cool?", Cody said with a happy, 'aren't I bein' good' look on his face. 'What if your boots had contrasting interiors???"

Scott looked at him dumbfounded, and just said, 'What....? Huh.....? ".

And with that, Cody proceeded to pour white paint into the boot that he had just painted yellow, then poured yellow paint into the boot that he had just painted white.

Scott was incredulous, "Jesus F**Kin' Christ Cody!!!, My boots!!!", but Scott was secretly lovin' that his boots were gettin' trashed. That 'urge' to destroy nice things.....

Cody was very happy with what he had done to Scott's boots. He didn't know why, but he was gettin' very turned-on by trashin' Scott's gear, and now his boots! His cock was totally pushin' against his jeans! Gosh, why was he so hard?!? Why was he so turned on???

"Here, put 'em back on, let's see how they look, " Cody said as he gave Scott his boots back.

Scott took his boots. Puttin' one of his feet back into his boot, he could feel his foot squishin' into the paint, 'Oh f**k, my feet, my socks!'. Scott pulled his other boot on. It was the same feelin', 'Oh f**k, what've I done to my boots?', but Scott was lovin' it. 'Stickin' his feet into boots that were filled with paint!' He stood up, walked around a little bit, hearin' and feelin' his boots and feet make that 'squishy', 'gloopy' sound, with the paint sloppin' around inside his boots. 'Oh f**K!!!, it felt so good!!! '

Scott came back around and stood in front of Cody. Scott was rock-hard, it was almost painful! But it was in a most wonderful, delirious way!!!
He didn't think he could get any harder! He didn't care if Cody knew how hard he was!!! He wanted Cody to know!!!

What was Cody gonna' do to him next???