by Mr. Jersey
The smell of cologne was strong.
I walked out of the bathroom and saw Justin buttoning up that new shirt, a nice button-up he got when we were out just a bit earlier. He's really developed his own sense of fashion since he graduated, now with his his defense-contractor salary. Now he can afford to come visit me down in the city, and treat himself to nice things while he's here. I always knew Justin to be that dorky, schoolwork obsessed kid ever since we met my freshman year. I've never seen him transition as much as he's doing now. I can tell the job and new fashion sense has helped his confidence. I remember the Justin who was too shy to even approach a guy at a bar, if he ever even made it to a bar.
Justin sat back down on the bed, and bent down, pulling forward the new box of Doc Martens he also got earlier. The geeky, lanky 6'5" kid I've known just doesn't have the same awkward vibe I'm used to-- at least not as bad. Flipping the top off, I watched, somewhat stunned, at him pulling out these beautiful, big, brown shoes out of the wrapping. Looking at them around, admiring his new property, he slid them on his black socked feet. He looked so hot putting those shoes on, he looks so hot overall right now.
Whenever we go out, as you can imagine, guys generally assume we're dating. I almost think my 5'8" build looks kind of funny when next to this kid, a head taller than me. Still, many guys make the assumption and we always have to awkwardly clarify. "Ohhh, my god, I'm so sorry." We get it a lot. We've never dated, nor have done anything. Every gay just needs another gay as a best friend sometimes. Justin's generally my taste in many ways, but he's just such an awkward personality to imagine myself with him.
Recent times we've gone out, Justin's certainly been the center of much attention, at least compared with me. We all know that everyone has the guilty pleasure for the 6'5" guy, no matter what he's like. I certainly pull my own weight, but it now feels like a baby weight compared to what Justin can now hold on. I'll find a cute boy to have a good time with, but Justin manages to gather a following, finding a guy or two for a dance, and having others seemingly looking on from behind. It hasn't really hit Justin's head just how popular he's gotten. I don't know if he's even capable of realizing that. "Hey, C.J, let's get out of here and go get food." Justin's a really nice guy. He's usually that pushover, too-nice type.
We did our usual bar routine that night, for the most part. I brought him to the fetish bar over on 11th avenue because he knows I feel about it. He's generally too vanilla, but he can still have fun. We hit up another bar, and then headed uptown to this club he really likes because he says he always finds someone; though, as of recently, he finds someone everywhere. I was drunk, and met this one other guy, who was also very drunk, probably more obviously. He noticed me in the line outside and winked at me. "We're gonna fuck when you get inside," he spoke into my ear, nearly about to bite it. Justin didn't even notice. He was a little taller than me, maybe 5'11", decently shaped with a tight blue shirt that showed his body, and made him look so crisply dominant. I really try to avoid this, but I knew it was inevitable: he basically made me follow him into the bathroom, empty stall...you know. Other people actively using that same bathroom? Not a problem. This is a gay club! Yet, I always feel a bit of shame. We had our fun, just fun, I knew he was kind of a fuckboi from the beginning. He went his way. I went around to find my friend, hoping to find someone else to dance with shortly afterward. It wasn't too many moments later when I found Justin (it's easy to find someone so tall) backing up on the dance floor with a shorter twink grinding him up from behind. Around them were other guys and even a few girls seeming to enjoy what they were seeing. I felt kind of off-put.
I didn't end up finding anyone else that night. Not even a dance partner. I was guilty, occasionally looking back over at Justin always having his fun, finding some catch. I was done. I texted Justin and was on my way out. "Alright, just be safe." I got back to our hotel room, thinking again about Justin was paying for all of it. I've been through this before: I took a pillow and a blanket and made a space for myself just around the corner from the main bedroom, by the bathroom door. Justin and I give each other such respect when we bring someone back. Besides, why would we want to be in the bed beside them anyway?
I laid down, ready to pass out. I was wondering how long it would take him, tonight. I was looking at Justin's pair of running shoes, up against the wall across from me. He had a pair of underwear sitting on top of them. I imagined how this would be the perfect opportunity for a random twink-boy to learn Justin's man smell. It somehow still surprises me how big Justin's shoes are. 15s are bigger than my face. Justin knows I find big feet really hot. He generally knows all of my kinks, and I know of the lack of his. I was starting to pass out. I couldn't stop thinking of how hot Justin was tonight, and how hot he's been lately. For the first time, the thought of Justin was really appealing, and I felt so guilty. He's still the awkward Justin I know, but I couldn't help but imagine him coming home and forcing my head in those shoes, or feeding me that big cock I know he has. I got hard, and really wanted to stroke, but I didn't know when they'd get back.
I was passing out, frozen in these dangerous thoughts. I heard the key-swipe, and heard the door open. I heard Justin shiver, feeling that hotel room cold for the first time tonight. I heard the footsteps of the the night's catch, following right behind him. I turned my head, I could see Justin's legs hanging off the bed, his feet on the floor. His body was laid out on the bed, behind the wall where I could no longer see. I saw his happy, twinky catch mount him and lean in beyond my point of view. I could hear the make-out, see their motion. Justin's definitely been working on his rhythm.
Their make-out was becoming decently loud. I heard what sounded like purring from the take-home, and saw him back off the bed and lean over the front. I heard the pants unzipping. It was about to be 'Justin-hour' as he recently, gayly referred it as once, to me. I saw it stick out, nearly taller than the kids face. "Oh my god..," this kid was kind of pretty effeminate. He rubbed, heralded my friend's dick. He leaned forward, I couldn't really see it anymore. I saw his head moving up and down, and heard the nasty slurping and gasps. Justin softly moaned a little bit, I know he was rocked with pleasure. It went on and on. I was trying to sleep. I was tempted to angrily roll over to make a point, but I really didn't want that awkward attention.
Taking a breath, the take-home backed off Justin's cock for a moment, looking around, nearly salivating. "Your shoes are still on," the kid whispered. Figuring they should be off, he backed off and kneeled on the floor, at the foot of the bed. I could see him unlacing those new Docs, he didn't look perverted, just like he figured he'd do something nice for his man. "I'll just toss them over there," he noticed the other shoes. Instead they ricocheted off the wall and came tumbling down only a foot or two from my face. Justin wiggled his toes, still in those black socks, now evidently damp from the night out, I could even catch the smell from over here. He wagged them in the kids face. He pushed them away with a soft chuckle, "They're bigger than my face." Justin didn't really say anything. Instead, I saw the kid rise back up onto the bed, and resume his dick sucking.
I could still see Justin's feet leaning off the side of the bed, I could see him softly wiggling them as he had his dick sucked. I turned and remembered his shoes just inches from my face. "No, C.J, this is Justin!" I tried to rationalize to myself. I was having those guilty thoughts: God, I wish my face was in his feet right now. I was imagining him cuddling with his catch, and him mocking me as that bitch friend who worships him and obsesses over his feet. Justin could never mock though, this was so weird. It was such a wrong thought, but yet it felt so right. "Yeah he licks my feet too, wanna see?" I imagined him saying. I saw his shoes laying in front of me. I imagined him right there, standing in them, over me, with this kid in front of me, also in his sneakers he wore tonight, as they made out, while I licked their shoes. They wouldn't even acknowledge me, until they slipped their feet out, signaling that I should start licking the tops of their socked feet. I imagined Justin over here, leaning down at me, pathetic on the floor, and holding his fresh new shoe to my face, watching me savor the smell of his big feet. I did it. I grabbed one of the shoes, I held it to my face, trying to inhale as deeply and as quietly as possible. God, even after one use I could smell the ripeness of Justin's 15s. It was like he was sitting behind me, planting his socked feet over face and nose right there.
I heard ruffling from the bed. Justin had now flipped the kid over and was on the top. I could see his arched body. I heard the breaking of the rubber, and saw his arm moving, I heard it sliding on. I heard the kid's first moan. Within a few seconds it went from soft motion into total fucking, Justin was dominating his boy, and I could hear the bitch try to muffle his moans under what I'm guessing was the pillow. "Yes boy," Justin taunted him, "you've been good to Master." This hardly sounded like some reward. It went on for several minutes. I laid low, and put the shoe down for a while. I heard Justin come to a soft moan, and saw his body spasm. They both collapsed on the bed. I heard some more soft making out, and saw Justin's socked toes flex off the bed, then all motion and sound stopped. I picked up the shoe again, softly. Why can't Justin be fucking me? I felt like I had an angel and a devil over my shoulders, contradicted as to if this was worth it. I held out my dick, and stroked myself, making sure not to be too loud. "Yes boy, I know you've wanted this," I imagined him saying.
By the time I woke up, they were both gone. The sheets were torn, clear evidence of the night. Justin's Docs were now put orderly by his other shoes, with those socks inside. I freaked out for a moment 'Did I fall asleep with the shoe in my nose?!' I don't think I did. I remember putting them down where they were tossed, I think. What if Justin saw that? What would awkward Justin even say to that? I looked back at the shoes, now there on the ground. I was thinking about they moved throughout the night. I got my face closer, and picked up a whiff of those socks. I didn't hesitate this time. I pulled Justin's socks out, and held them to my face, imagining he made me do this as a chore. I didn't know when he'd be getting back, so I gave myself only a few minutes. I had to get off again. I put the socks back down, exactly as they were. I went back to the real bed, and started to softly stroke. Before I got into it, the door opened, and Justin came in with his running gear. I totally forgot he'd probably go for his morning run. He sat on the side of the bed, leaning down to take off his shoes. Then he looked at me briefly, and turned back, untying and sliding off his running sneakers.
"Do you wanna go to brunch?" I asked.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Just let me shower." It all felt very casual.
He was off in the bathroom. I could hear the shower start to run. It was like I had a problem all of a sudden: I basically ran, and knelt under the bed right over his running sneakers, digging his face where I know he had just.....God, it was amazing. Why can't he be standing right there, stomping on the back of my head with his big sweaty feet as he digs my face into his shoe. "You should be eating all my smells," he'd say to me.
We were at brunch. We went to a cafe down the street. The waiter came by to take our menus. We were talking a lot, it was all casual. I felt my anxiety calm. As the waiter left with the menus, Justin gave a small lean back in his chair, and propped his feet up on the table. It looked really obnoxious.
"What are you doing?" I quietly freaked.
"I really just like these new shoes," he wore those Docs out again, "I feel like I want to flaunt them."
"Why?" My tone suggested 'that's dumb.'
"I can't explain it. These shoes just make me feel kind of super. Even that guy I brought home last night made note of them." I didn't know what else to say. "I hope we didn't wake you last night."
"Nah, nah..." I was good at this. "Not at all."
"Great. Feel free to let me know if I ever do, even if you just shout it out right there."
"Nah, it's okay. I'm glad you found a cute guy."
"Yeah he was cute, but I'm not sure If I'll see him again."
"Why not?"
"He definitely would want to, but I'm not sure how if I see him as anything more, you know?"
"What was he even like?"
"A little tall for my taste, at least given his type," he was 6'0" approximately, by the way, "he gave tremendous head, and was a pretty good fuck, but I don't know..."
We talked for a little while longer. Justin was in this weird mood. The waiters came by with our food, so he withdrew his shoes and returned them under the table like a civil person.
We were planning to go out that night again. In the mean time we just chilled in the hotel room, the TV on, I was around trying to clean stuff up. Justin to laid back in the bed, having changed into a t-shirt and gym shorts, now barefoot. I was in the bathroom moving stuff around when I heard from the open door shrills from a computer and the sounds of stroking. I came out to see to learn that Justin know thinks we're at the level where we can jack off in front of each other. Checking out the porn for a moment, he was actually watching this straight porn where the guy rams it into the girl ever so intensely, he was dominating her. Justin's pants were pushed down over his legs, and then big dick just slicked back, as he tugged on it.
"Dude, what the fuck?"
"What's the matter?" He was trying to not be distracted and keep watching and stroking.
"What the fuck?" I reiterated.
"Don't act like you've never seen my dick before." This was different for Justin.
"Still dude...like that's weird!" I freaked.
"Just stop dude...you can either help me out or go away." I just laughed at that and kept doing what I was doing.
I heard Justin's moan and seeming release as I was finishing up my cleaning. I came out to see the laptop aside, and him sprawled out over the bed, his feet pointing nearly off the bed. He seemed like he was about to pass out. I kneeled down to pick up some of our clothes, right at the foot of his bed. lifted my face back up and saw his feet stretch out, he trapped my head and them and pulled my head inward. He held his one foot over my face, dragging his toes down my forehead, my eyes, my nose, and stuck them into my mouth. He pulled them out and chuckled, "I'm just kidding." He was kind of menacing.
We were planning to leave the hotel room at 9:30 that night, so we could make it to the 10:00 happy hour at this one club with a usually long line. I had my shit ready, I wore a button-up, nice chino pants, but only had some white sneakers, which were nice, but not like Justin's. Justin planned to wear a different button up and tight khakis, and again, dark socks with those shoes. He was running though. He had just slid on his pants, and he was buttoning up his shirt over his wife-beater.
"Hurry up!" I taunted him.
"Then put my shoes on for me!"
"No! I'm not doing that!"
"Why not? That's what a good friend would do!"
"I'm not touching your feet."
"I thought you liked feet."
"That's not the point, you're my friend. Let's go!" Justin seemed kind of annoyed at that. He sat down on the bed, having finished his buttoning, and slid on his shoes, over those socked feet, tying them. He stood up, grabbed his stuff and was off faster than I could track. "Wait!"
"Gotta keep up." He was marching off without a thought, leaving me to either get at his pace or be left behind.
The taxi ride was like normal, you could just tell the pre-gaming beforehand made our conversation more aggressive.
"You've been so fresh to me today," he told me as we were stepping out of the taxi.
"What are you talking about? Shut up."
"That!" We walked to the back of the club line.
"Dude, you've been weird today! The shit you've asked me to do. You friggin' just sat there getting off while I was around cleaning the place up." Some of the guys ahead of us started chuckling at our tipsy bickering.
"Yeah, maybe that's what you should be doing since Daddy pays the bills." They all chuckled at that. He humiliated me. I grimaced. He smirked.
All of sudden one of the bouncers stood out from the front of the line and called out to Justin. "Justin! Hey just come with me!" It wasn't a bouncer it was actually one of the managers of the club Justin knows. "How many are you with?" The guys shouted out.
Justin turned around to me with a smile. He looked back at his friend, "It's only me so far." The guy waved him down to come on over and cut the line.
"What the fuck?"
"Sorry, you need to think about how you've been speaking and acting to me..." he smirked, knowing he was making a scene, that he had the higher ground, he was the comedian. I was that pouty little brat kid who needed 'daddy's' discipline. He ducked under the rope, and walked up to the front of the line.
I waited a half hour just to get to the front. I felt so pouty and angry, like he'd fucking humiliated me in front of everyone else here. I walked in seemingly angry to, and went straight up to the bar for a set of shots. After about two rounds, I was pretty set. I was looking around, scoping out the scene. Justin was nowhere to be found. I started making my way through the floor. I was pat on the shoulder. I was really expecting to see Justin, God no, it was that same kid from yesterday, I felt really disappointed.
"What's the matter?" The kid flirted, caressing my face. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. I noticed he was holding hands with another guy behind him. They were both the same height, the other a little skinnier. They both gave me that look. "This is my boyfriend, we're in an open relationship." I was all of a sudden turned on. "He knows you suck a good dick." He basically had to yell in my ear to be heard. I felt awkward, "Yeah..." I smiled. I never felt more like a whore. God was the boyfriend hot, they were both hot. The kid caressed my crotch a little bit, easing in my growing hard. "Why don't we all go in the back?" He meant the bathroom. The three of us found the back stall empty, the larger one meant for handicapped people. The two of them basically surrounded me, touching me, caressing me. I was captured. They started making out with my neck. I nearly though they were about to both go down on me. I felt the boyfriend's hand over my head, and instead I was forced into a squat. Zipping down, they both held out their meaty cocks. The kid from yesterday has a nicely sized, average length and wide cock. The boyfriend is almost as wide but a tad longer. A few minutes passed and they were both relaxed against the stall while I rotated deep-throating each cock. The boyfriend then held me, and the kid came around my back. He lowered my pants, and knelt on the floor with me. I felt a brief euphoria, feeling the kid's strong tongue work it's way up my ass. He gave it some teeth, the right amount, that the strong bats of his wet tongue were met but the soothing, ticklish feeling of his nibbling. My peace came to an end when my head was shoved back on the boyfriend's cock. I was giving service, and getting at the same time. Both boys had me open my mouth, kneeling on the floor, while they jacked off their loads in front of me. The boyfriend scored perfectly in my mouth, and some instantly down my throat that I let up a joke. The main guy finished but it instead painted my face. The two of them made out briefly, and left, leaving me alone. I took toilet paper to my face, cleaning me up. I went to the sink and tried to wash up, trying to understand everything that just happened. Accepting the insanity that just took place and proceeding to look for the second part of my night, I was about to open the bathroom door to go back on the floor when it swung out before me, nearly whacking me in the face. In walked Justin, tall, smirking and confident. He stopped in front of me. "So you finally got in?"
"Yes, I got in." I gave him sass. Justin was visibly drunk, but still composed. I could smell the Fireball from his breath. It's his favorite drink and how I know when he's at that level.
He backed up into me a little bit, pushing me back. "Have you thought about how what I told you to?"
"What is there to think about?" I started to feel my heart racing.
He looked at me and nodded his head. I must've been some pathetic case. He pushed me back more. "There's a lot to think about." I took another step back. "I'm paying the bills, I'm your strongman, I'm basically your sugar Daddy at times, C.J." I was finally backed up into a wall. I couldn't go further. He wasn't technically wrong. "I think you owe me more respect than you give me." He smirked. '
He held me by my neck, making me look up at him, as he now towered over me, pushing his body up against mine. "What are you doing?" I seemed panicked.
"C, you know there's only one man who know's you as well as you do." I couldn't believe this. I couldn't buy it. I felt myself needing to resist. "I'm the man who provides for you, I'm the man who gives you direction, at the end of the day, we both know it:...." I tried to turn my head away. He held onto my cheeks, hard. He had me in a fish face, "....look how cute you look." He chuckled, he was so drunk. "C, I am your man, and you are my boy." The moment he said that, the moment I heard him call me boy, the fact that he just said all of this to me, I felt myself freeze in a sort of emotional capture. I wanted to resist still, but I just couldn't. He grabbed my butt with his other arm, pinching it. He brought his other arm around my back, squeeing me further into him. He was looking down at me. "You are mine. You are what I need." He leaned in and broke my mouth open with his tongue. He was so assertive and strong. He knows how I liked it. He really does know me. I left his tongue ravage my mouth without much reaction, but with each passing minute I became more and more respondent. I let him have his way, and show me, just by this kiss, how I know he's kind of my man, my boss. I reciprocated enough, just enough, to let him know that I agreed. He backed off, and looked like he was trying to fight off his urge to brightly smile at me with his need to maintain this menacing smirk. He turned around and held my hand, dragging me out of the bathroom with him. Where was he taking me? Did he want to go home now, already? He didn't even wait. We went down another hallway that appeared to be administrative. We turned into what seemed to be a storage area. He walked me further into the dark room, out of the way of the light. He leaned up against the wall. He unzipped his pants. I became really sad. Is this all he wanted after that? I know we're drunk, but all of that felt so true.
I submitted to my real man's need. I didn't feel defeated. I held out that cock, holding it in its full-sized, 9" glory, held his balls, and just held my face in, smelling it like a freak. I watched him look down at me, knowing he was in control. I dug my face in and swiped his balls with my tongue, holding it totally out like he tells me he likes. He turned his head up. He had a soft moan. I was doing a good job, and felt so in place to see my man happy. I started licking harder, I became that whore of a cock and balls licker I am when in front of a guy who I truly feel deserves it. Justin was more than just my man, he was kind of my secret everything in many ways. I did owe him this.
Justin held and stroked the top of his cock as I licked the lower inches. I slowly rose into a higher and higher kneel as my tongue worked around his shaft, flicking his hairs, talking to his cock. He grabbed my neck and propped me up into a squat, and then hunched me down into the head of his cock. The top inches were in my mouth. I held my lips against the shape of this big cock, and felt him thrust himself in and out, loving to feel my lips as tight as they were. I lathed my tongue around his pink head whilst having my lips closed around his shaft. He moaned at that, caressing my hair with the hand he was using to conduct me down his dick. More minutes passed than I had realized. Justin decided he was done, and pulled out of my mouth, zippering up. He picked me up and laid me briefly on that couch with a bright smile. He held onto me like I was some big toy of his, leaning into my face, kissing me. "You are so beautiful," he told me. "You are going to be all mine." His hand rubbed my crotch from outside my pants. He leaned back up "I think we should go home." He held my hand out of the club.
The taxi ride back was certainly odd. He hailed the cab and did the talking, just having me over by the side. As soon as we were off, the attention was on me again. Justin all of a sudden was about teasing. He wrapped him arms around me and pulled me into him. He leaned into my neck and started to softly nibble my ear, which he knows is always sensitive for me. I started to chuckle from the tickle. He brought his hand around to cover my mouth. I wasn't allowed to make noise, not in the taxi. Justin had me dragged over so that the driver couldn't see it, though I'm sure he figured weird things were happening. My ear continued to be softly eaten, he dug his tongue in and around it. I let out a sigh on his hand as he continued to eat out my ear, so softly to not be heard, but so strong that it felt amazing. He backed off to tell the driver to make a certain turn. He leaned back in the seat and looked out the window at the city streets, but not without taking hold of my hand and rubbing it over his crotch.
We got back to the hotel and I was basically tugged out of the cab. The driver just chuckled and laughed. Justin was fast through the lobby. We had the elevator to ourselves. He backed me up into the wall, smirking. He leaned in and gave me a genuine kiss. "What to make you do first..." he wondered. "Uhhh..." I started to speak. He held his finger to my lips before I could make another sound. "Don't worry...Daddy will make the rules." The elevator door opened on our floor. He slapped my ass, pushing me forward. I kind of tried to fast pace myself away. I took out my key and tried to open the door as fast as I could. I saw him down the hallway, just walking toward me, in his sunglasses. I was fucked. I had the door open, and tried to so hard to shut it and lock it before he could get it. Before I could even close it his giant body was putting weight on the other side, keeping it open, and then having the strength to push me in, as I dragged my feet on the floor trying to hold myself. I gave up and ran behind the far bed, next to the window. He kept his cool pace. Walking, he cornered me. I looked the other way. He bent down. I thought he was going to pick me up, but instead he just turned me over so that I was facing him looking up. He looked down at me like I was his child, nodding to me in contempt. He sat down beside my bed. He didn't take his sunglasses off. He bent in, and started to unlace his Docs. Then he stopped. "Maybe you should do this instead." I could tell this playfulness was ending.
I complied with my Master. I crawled out of the corner just so slightly and was kneeled before him, at his feet. I unlaced those nice shoes, and slid them off his feet, dropping them on the floor. He didn't say anything. I looked up at him. He crossed his giant socked feet over, rubbing them and giving me a glare down toward his feet. He was waiting on me. I looked forward and down into the feet I've guiltily dreamed about. I leaned in. My hands to the floor, I was bent over like a dog, and kissed his crossed big feet. He softly moved them over my face, flexing his toes. "Worship your man's feet, boy." I gave his feet more, harder kisses. I was showing devotion. He leaned down to pick a shoe, and then he held it in my face. I inhaled, big and strong, making sure we both heard it. I kept doing it until he dropped the shoe. He leaned back, and held his socked feet up over my face. One on each cheek, I had no sight. He clenched his feet over so that they could rest around my head, but they were too big. I held both of those feet for him, over my face. I began to lick the sweat off his dark socks. "There you go..." I could tell I was picking up the lint of the sock, that my tongue was blackening. I didn't care. His feet tasted amazing, more than I'd ever imagined. He bent in to take off his socks, tossing them aside. He pushed back into that dog position. He stood up, his feet each crushing my hands. He sat down on the chair nearby. I crawled to him, my head towards his feet. He rose his feet so slightly so that I could squeeze my head underneath his soles, and I began licking their sweat. He turned on the TV and sat back while I cleaned the soles of his feet.
"This is the respect I was talking about..." I was now sucking his toes. "I pay the bills, and you pay me the treatment of a King."
"Yes sir."
"Lick my feet, peasant boy." There's no better pair of feet I could fantasize over than Justin's 15s. Right now, I felt like there was no other guy, sorry, man, that I could fantasize over than Justin right now. He was my all and everything, and I felt more than right letting him know it. I had his feet cleaned that they almost shined in my saliva. Justin was rubbing his crotch, watching TV, as I worked. He turned the TV off, and stood up. "Alright." He walked over to one of his Express bags he got shopping the other day. I didn't know the reality of what he bought. There was certainly an express belt, but a small one for his size. Then there was a chain. He crowned my neck first the belt, tying it just so tight I couldn't wiggle but didn't choke. "Does that feel good, boy?" "Yes, master!" I said that last word like I was pathetically in love with him. He laughed at me, and pushed my head down over my toes. "Here, clean my toes a little more while I complete you," he laughed. I was chained. He showed me the force of his biceps and I felt myself gag upon being thrown backward. He came by and picked me up by my butt. He shoved me onto the bed. My pants and underwear came off. He opened my butt cheeks. Was he going to? I buttered up to the thought of him eating me. Nope. He spat in my ass, and used his finger to rub his wad all over my whole. Then I heard the condom. Oh my god, he was actually going to fuck me.
"Ow!" I felt the sharp pain as the spit clearly failed as a good lube. He shoved it in. "Ow!"
"Relax, baby." He started slowly. "You are mine now." He got faster.
"Yes, sir." I told him.
"Who do you belong to?" He got faster.
"You, sir."
"Who am I?"
"Justin."
"Nope." He used the length of my chain to whip part of my back. It actually hurt. "Who am I?"
"My master."
"Yes...." he moaned, his fucking got faster and faster. "I am your boyfriend. I am your master." I was moaning now he was fucking me so hard. "Oh yes," he reassured himself. Shit got really fast and I can barely contain my desire to burst in a giant moan. I yelled also in some of the pain. He stretched his hand around, covering my mouth. He didn't speak, just railed me harder. "My boy..." he then told me. "Yes...yes..." I felt it coming. He blasted, I could feel his last sudden thrusts. He was sweaty. I was sweaty. He backed out, threw out the condom, and then sat down on the bed, his dick still hanging out. My pants were also down. I was still chained. I crawled over on the bed and leaned beside him. I gave him a big kiss on his cheek and an embrace. He turned to me. We kissed. He then climbed on me, pushing me back on the bed. He had a certain smile.
"About time I fucked you!" He was so happy. "I know how much you've needed it."
I felt the need to apologize for not being more straight with you. "I know, I'm sorry I didn't bring this up better, and just fucked around in your shoe last night instead."
"You did what?" He was genuinely confused. Fuck, he actually didn't know that.
"Nevermind."
"I thought my shoe was in a weird spot this morning! You were fucking jacking off in it!"
"No! I jacked off with it!" I thought I was about to be yelled at for potentially ruining his new shoe.
He just looked at me, first in shock, and then a smirk. "Was this while I was fucking?"
"Maybe..." I looked down in shame. Justin got up and retrieved one of his shoes. He sat down on the bed, putting the shoe aside. He grabbed me, and plopped me onto his lap, holding me. He held the shoe to my face. I tried to turn away and resist, but the smell...the smell. I turned my head, slowly, back towards it, and gave a soft inhale and smile. "You are a fag!" I felt so embarrassed. Justin laughed. "I never knew you liked feet this much!" I didn't know what to say. "Great. So, I think you're going to be smelling my shoe more often..." he was still holding it over my face, "...except I'll be ordering it, and watching you do it, everytime." He smirked and leaned in, kissing me on the cheek while I smelled his shoe. He threw the shoe on the floor, and dragging me down into bed with him. He turned the TV on again. "But for now..." he started, "you're just gonna be here, and you're not gonna move, all night." He big-spooned me, trapped my legs between his. I couldn't move if I tried. He turned off the lamp, and I rested in him as he watched TV, slowly falling asleep.
