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Foot Slave (Public Story)
🕑 Added 2019-12-08 23:02:50 +0000 UTCWyatt walked around the party. It was his first college party ever. People were dancing, screaming, dancing to the music. Over the corner was a group of people passing around a bong. Wyatt didn’t really like the idea of parties so much, but his roommate had scored them both an invitation at one of the frat houses.
“Empty hands are sober hands.” Shouted a stranger as he handed Wyatt a drink.
“Well when in rome..” Wyatt said chugging down the drink. He continued to walk around the party, strangers handing him drink after drink. He was skinny and not very tall, each drink he drank down affected him more and more.He even ate one of the strange brownies a random girl handed him. Time became an illusion to him as he walked around the party. He didn’t know how much time had passed nor did he even care.All the fun he was having made him incredibly horny, so he opened up grindr on his phone.
“Hey.” A blank profile messaged him almost instantly. He never responded to Blank profiles, but tonight he didn’t care.
“Hey!” He replied.
“You at the party? I think I've seen you around.” The profile messaged back.
“Oh yeah I’m partying!” He sent back, looking around the room to see who could be the profile.
“Horny?” He paused for a second, his sober mind interjecting for a split second, but he ignored it.
“Yes.” He replied back. A moment later another message told him to go to a room on the third floor of the house.
He walked up the stairs of the house, no one seemed to notice as he climbed the stairs, to his surprise the second floor seemed mostly untouched by the party, he could hear the sounds of some people in their rooms, but that was it. He continued up the stairs to the third floor, there was only room up here, it looked like it might have been an attic at one point, but now it was one of the nicest parts of the house. He opened the door just like the message told him to.
The room was surprisingly massive. There was a couch and a tv on one side, and a full size fridge on the other, In the middle was the bed and on it the guy who messaged him.
“Logan Boyle.” Wyatt said aloud out of surprise. Logan was one of the school’s rugby players. He was massive not just in height, but in his body as well. Well muscled arms and a strong midsection. His thighs seemed bigger than Wyatt’s whole body.
“You seem shocked.” Logan said.
“I’m sorry I just” Wyatt paused. “I am. I thought you were straight.”
“Nah.I’m gay.” Logan said. “You’re cute though.”
“Thank you.” Wyatt blushed.
“You like feet?” Logan smiled. “I need a boy that likes feet.
“Oh.” Wyatt said taken out of the moment. “No I don’t like feet at all.They’re kinda disgusting.”
“That’s a shame.” Logan said. “But you’re cute and I can change your mind.”
“I really don’t think you can change my mind.” Wyatt laughed.
“You want to make that a challenge?” Logan said.
“Sure.”Wyatt said confidently.
“Ok just sit in front of my bed.” Logan said. Wyatt listened and kneeled down at the foot of Logan’s bed. Wyatt watched as Logan moved. He sat on the edge of his bed. His legs swung down in front of Wyatt. Wyatt watched as Logan began to untie his shoes, and pull them off his socks following quickly after.
Logan’s feet were finally exposed mere inches from Wyatts face. Wyatt wouldn’t say it, but he couldn’t believe what monsters they were, they were massive, it was honestly impressive how big they were.
“Now what?” Wyatt said. “That supposed to convince me?”
“Just breathe.” Logan said smiling.
Wyatt rolled his eyes and took a breath in. The scent of Logan’s feet rolled into his nose and into his body. He couldn’t explain it, but smelled so good. He took another breath in, and another, and another. Before he could even think he had already buried his nose in between Logan’s feet. The scent filled his mind, and he felt so wonderful. He felt himself getting hard, and without him even noticing his hands moved striping his pants and underwear off. He sat on the floor stroking his cock as he smelled Logan’s massive feet. He moaned as he jerked himself off in front of Logan. He knew logan was right, how could he have ever pretended like he could resist these feet.
“Good Boy.” He heard Logan say as he continued to jack off. “But no cumming yet.”
Wyatt stopped jacking off at Logan’s command, but he could feel his balls swelling up wanting to release their load. He looked up at Logan. From the ground he looked even more massive, his arms, his abs, his thighs, and his perfect feet. Wyatt began to lick all Logan’s feet his tongue moving gracefully over them, it felt so good so right. He sucked on his massive toes with pure enjoyment. As he licked and sucked on Logan’s feet he could feel the swelling getting worse and worse, he had never felt so turned on and so ready to burst. Finally as he licked Logan’s massive foot he felt his body cum spraying semen everywhere, one of the biggest loads he had ever shot. He looked up to see Logan just smiling at him.
“So what do you say boy, do you like feet?” Logan asked already knowing the answer.
Wyatt could only bring himself the nod out of breath from all the excitement and fun.
“Do you want to be my foot slave boy?” Logan asked again.
Wyatt nodded again.
“I need a yes boy...or do you want me to find someone else?” Logan said sternly.
“No sir please I want to be your foot slave!” Wyatt begged. “Please sir, please!”
“Good boy.” Logan said smiling. “Tomorrow I have rugby practice, and I expect you to be right here waiting for me. My feet will be sweaty and dirty and I’ll need a boy like you to lick them clean.”
“Yes sir.” Wyatt practically drooled at the idea of Logan’s massive sweaty feet. He couldn’t wait til the next time he got to lick them.
