College boy CODY stole a pair of Trooper's  High Patrol Boots from the squad locker room where he worked after classes on the police station clean up crew. He felt a little pang of guilt the next day when he heard the hot-shot blond trooper who was supposed to be wearing those boots observing at the top of his lungs that things have gotten pretty shitty when some low life fucker can swipe your boots right inside the Police Station. But Cody didn't regret for a minute what he'd done.  He was taking much better car of HIS BOOTS than that blond loud mouth ever had. Cody spent  hours spit shining the stolen boots til he literally could see his face in them. He licked them,  sniffed them, slept in them.  But most of all, CODY savored a strange   feeling of personal power he got seeing himself  in a full length mirror- BOOTED TO HIS KNEES!  WEARING THOSE BOOTS, he was THE MAN!  Cody grew a hard on to prove it.

Then THE BAD DREAMS STARTED.  Every night always the same. The owner of his boots tracked Cody down.  Didn't turn him in for his crime. Preferred to exact his own personal brand of punishment. Cody was forced to wear a leash.  A short leash. And in his dreams, the leash was never secured around Cody's neck. Cody was forced to wear it wound tightly --very tightly -- around his BALLS! The boots he had worked so hard on would be lying next to him, but Cody was forbidden to touch them.