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The man who called himself "Foreshadow" had shoved both the desk and the chair against the door to the mayor's office while a panicked Samuel Hardgraves ventured into the adjacent bathroom to take a leak.
The mysterious being known as Foreshadow had been having a confidential meeting with the mayor at the time of Wreck and Ruin's arrival. And while the two psychotic brothers mutilated the mayor's private security forces, Foreshadow himself barricaded the door of the main office and loaded his own pistol. He and Hardgraves were safe from the two assassins for the moment, but how long could this last?
After a while Foreshadow noticed that Hardgraves seemed to be staying in his office bathroom a long time, and he thought that the mayor might have fainted from sheer terror in there. But when the mysterious man went in, he saw that Hardgraves hadn't passed out but rather the incumbent mayor was making a valiant attempt to eat his gun. His forefinger stroked slowly at the trigger.
"What the hell are you doing?" Foreshadow asked.
"Do you know who's out there? That's murder and Ruin! If they get a hold of me I'll be tortured and then chopped into tiny bits. If I blow my own head off atleast I will have robbed them of the chance to break all of my fingers one by one and bust my kneecaps first!"
Foreshadow got the revolver away from Hardgraves and began slapping his face to bring him to his senses. The mayor fought the mysterious man as best he could,
"Give me back that gun! What do you care if I splatter my brains all over the place?"
"I need you Hardgraves! It'll take your influence as a public official to keep the cops away from my camp! Plus, from what I hear going on outside, you're going to need a new security squad. I happen to have a small battalion that would be a fitting replacement."
Hardgraves was incredulous,
"So the only reason you're trying to save me is because you need a favor?"
"You got it," Foreshadow replied.
The mysterious man was dressed completely in black. His hands were covered with gloves. A full-faced mask covered his entire head. Not an inch of skin was visible. He carried an intricately carved wooden cane,
"I need you alive solely to protect my business interests,"
"Well tough shit!" Hardgraves shouted.
He grabbed his gun back from Foreshadow,
"I'm going to blow my head off now so you and those two psychotic brothers out there are out of luck today!"b
Feeling that he had no choice, Foreshadow lashed out with his wooden cane and knocked Hardgraves senseless to the ground.
"Sorry about this, Mr. Mayor, but I've come too far to have all of my plans ruined now. And since you happen to be out cold at this moment, maybe I can take the time out to have a little fun…"
His hands were shaking as he removed the dress shoe from the unconscious man’s foot. It was clad in a slightly damp black sock. Foreshadow very lightly touched the sole of her foot to see if there would be a reaction. The mayor stirred a bit, but not much. His ever so slight moan seemed to be one of approval.
No one knew of the mysterious man’s passion for male feet, and no one ever would. Hardgraves was a handsome man, so it was a reasonable guess that he had equally handsome feet.
His socks were the expensive dress kind and I was going to reveal that gorgeous sole! The masked stranger lightly pinched the back of Hardgrave’s sock. Then he slowly and gently lifted and pulled it around the unconscious man’s heel, all the time keeping an eye on the mayor to make sure he didn't wake. The politician didn't stir, but Foreshadow thought he heard another moan, and the unconscious man’s toes curled for just a second.
Ever so carefully, the mysterious masked stranger pinched the toe of the sock and slowly and smoothly slid it off of Sam Hardgrave’s foot. When the second that sock came off, Foreshadow was drowning in bliss. Right in front of him was a soft, gorgeous bare size 13 sole that belonged to someone who was out cold. The masked stranger’s dick was rock hard! He slowly put my face inches away from the mayor’s surprisingly soft, luscious sole, and sniffed. It smelled malodorous and manly… very nice. That turned Foreshadow on even more. It was like slow motion as he slowly brought his tongue to Samuel Hardgrave’s sole, and dryly licked it to wait for a reaction. He could hardly contain himself when there was no reaction.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
He took off his mask and placed his face right up to the mayor’s soft creamy sole and used his entire tongue to lick up and down the unconscious man’s arch and instep. He licked Hardgraves’ sole for the longest time, savoring every moment of it. He licked the handsome knocked out man’s toes down the line, then stuck them all into his mouth and swirled his tongue around, getting every last inch of those sweaty, beautiful toes. The mysterious stranger had never experienced something like this and almost couldn't believe it was happening. Unable to hold back any longer, he covered the entire surface of the mayor’s sole and toes with his tongue one last time, and then stood up.
He then undid his belt, his button and unzipped his zipper, and pulled out his rock hard penis. Slowly he brought his member down to the instep of Samuel Hardgrave’s beautiful foot. The moment his dick touched the mayor’s sole was magical. Foreshadow let out a huge load that went all over Hardgraves’ sole and toes, his ankle, and some on the floor.
After regaining his composure, Foreshadow got back to the real business at hand…
The mysterious man then retrieved a coil of nylon rope from within the folds of his uniform and trussed the unconscious Hardgraves as he lay on his stomach. His feet were drawn up behind him, bound and secured to another piece of rope that similarly raised his arms. Foreshadow checked the knots and drew them tight.
Then Foreshadow bent down from the waist and pulled Hardgraves forward over his shoulder ropes and all. He straightened up easily, holding the mayor with one arm, and carried him out of a secret exit-way in the office. Once outside of the office, Foreshadow carried his burden to a waiting van. The mysterious man then unceremoniously dumped the mayor inside the Dodge Caravan and vroomed off towards parts unknown.
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The two brothers watched as the man at the wheel of the van removed his mask and drove the vehicle away. They knew that there wasn't a chance in hell that they would be able to catch it, or even place a tracer device on it. The mysterious stranger along with mayor Hardgraves had gotten away.
Ruin watched the van until it had faded completely out of sight,
"Do you know who that was? The guy driving the van?"
Wreck, still frustrated over their failure, ran his hand through his blonde hair,
"Who?"
Ruin looked back at his brother with thinly veiled consternation,
"That was Jamaal Jackson!"
Wreck jerked in sheer astonishment at the name. He couldn't believe that the man who had rescued Samuel Hardgraves was the same man who had hired him and his brother to ASSASINATE the mayor in the first place! It just didn't make sense.
To be continued…
