by Jesse Fox
I could barely understand him, his words inaudible as he guzzled on my toes. He’d been trying to say something to me for the last minute or two but every time he became motivated to try again the temptation of my feet distracted him and his handsome mouth was soon full once more. I watched from my position atop his desk as the dark strands of his hair bounced around while his head moved to better suck on my smooth bare foot occupying every ounce of his attention. I’ll admit it felt strangely marvelous to have such a devoted slave; obsessed with my 25 year old feet, willing to do anything just to get his hands on the flesh hidden within my loafers and sheer socks. I guess you could say I experienced a moment of reflection that day in Mr. Jackman’s office as he drooled over me.
He’d been my boss for about a year now ever since I was hired as an intern at the multi-million dollar company; he was my fucking boss. Let that sink in. Hugh Jackman, one of the top dogs of the corporation was currently licking up the arch of my sole like it was a candy apple; me; his get coffee, make appointments intern. The whole thing actually had a fairly subtle start. I’d stepped in gum one day around 7 months ago and had to wash my shoe off in the sink of the bathroom when Mr. Jackman walked in. I was embarrassed at first but his odd demeanor quickly defused any humiliation I felt, his gaze struggling to move away from my black socked foot standing on the tile floor. At first I couldn’t tell if he was mad about my situation or what but it soon clicked with me as a stiff arousal sprouted through his trousers enough to catch my eye. I tried to just focus on my gum covered shoe bottom but he practically ran out of the bathroom, the sound of his desk chair squeaking rhythmically telling me all I needed to know as I walked past his office. We didn’t speak of the curious moment until he called me into his office two weeks later for my performance review.
By then I’d chalked up the awkward encounter up to one of those random hard-ons guys get but as I sat in front of his desk, my conclusion was proven wrong. “So, Taron…how have you liked working here so far?” he began with humble authority. “Fine, I’m learning a lot and I really like the environment” I replied confidently. “Great, glad to hear that. You’re shaping up to be a great part of the team” he added with a megawatt smile. “Thank you, sir” “Listen…before we go any further I think we should address the elephant in the room” he interjected, slightly confusing me. “A couple weeks ago in the bathroom…I apologize for my uhh…excitement” Mr. Jackman explained without actually coming across as sorry but as something else. “Sir, it’s nothing to worry about…it happens” I answered but my response didn’t derail his train of thought. “No, I need to learn how to control myself better, I wouldn’t want to appear unprofessional” he continued, at this point moving from his chair to leaning up against his large wooden desk, closer to me.
“Really, we can just forget about it” I assured as my nerves began to stir. “That’s just it…I don’t know if I can” the dashing CFO elaborated, inching closer to me. “I have a bit of a thing for feet…male feet” he confessed calmly. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; what was I supposed to do? I didn’t feel threatened by him and I liked him more than any other boss I’d ever had so I didn’t want to screw everything but with a hasty reaction. “So that day in the bathroom when I saw your foot barely covered by the sheer sock… allowing me a glimpse at what beauty lied just behind the thin veil…I lost my composure. I hope this doesn’t freak you out or anything but I prefer to be honest” Mr. Jackman admitted with mounting intensity in his voice. My heart was pounding like an EDM concert at that point but I was in shock at his candidness and the thrill seeking part of my brain wanted to see where this would go. He looked down at me like a fresh desert that’d just been placed in front of him but I figured he was too nice of a guy to make a move on me. I knew Mr. Jackman was straight but his lust for my feet unhinged his behavioral normality.
“Do you mind putting your foot up here, Taron?” he requested as if it was a regular thing to ask of someone. “Umm…I’m not sure about this” “I get it, you’re a smart guy…what would you be getting out of this? Tell you what…you let me indulge a little and I promise to make it worth your while” he propositioned. I was internally conflicted but I knew Mr. Jackman was a man of his word so after a few seconds I raised my leg to prop my foot on his desk next to his thigh. He cradled my ankle and proceeded to pop my black loafer off, his face lighting up as the smell of leather scented sweat hit his nose. He even smelled my shoe before putting it down and returning to my socked foot awaiting his next move. His face buried itself into my damp sole and rubbed against it passionately, inhaling deeply to really soak up the essence of my size 9 foot. “God they smell fucking amazing” “Uhh, thanks” Nobody had ever complimented me on my feet, let alone how they smelled so I almost didn’t know what to say. Mr. Jackman reached down slowly to grip the top of my rather expensive sock someone had gifted me and pulled it down until it was gathered together at my heel. His head then leaned down to catch the tip of the sock with his teeth, looking over at me as he pulled the last layer of protection off my foot.
My boss looked like a kid on Christmas morning as he gazed at the fully exposed object of his daydreams. “You aren’t ticklish are you?” he asked with a firm grip on my ankle. “Well I’m not sure…buaahaaahAHAAhAOKOK” I tried to deflect while his wide tongue licked from my pink heel all the way up my sole until it stopped to tease the undersides of my bubbly toes. “I never pegged you to be so sensitive Taron but I have to admit it only makes your feet hotter” he confessed before going back for seconds. His lips suctioned onto the surface of my soft foot repeatedly, landing on every inch of my tender flesh while his tongue lathered the entirety of my sole rather efficiently. I had to grip the arms of the chair every few seconds because his oral exploration tickled way more than I’d anticipated, revealing a characteristic about my body I wasn’t even aware of. Every time his tongue flicked or his mouth sucked it felt like I was experiencing it for the first time, creating one of the most peculiar feelings I’ve ever had; a mixture of forbidden danger and ecstasy that I eventually wanted to continue.
His enthusiastic mouth snaked all over my warm flesh for nearly an hour, my muscles tensing with uneasiness as every second passed at the thought of someone walking in. His phone rang at least ten times during but it was like I was the only thing on earth to him in that moment. “You taste so damn good” he said between snacking on my other bare foot toward the end of our intimate interaction, yet another thing I never thought I’d hear from my boss. “Thanks, Mr. Jackman” “I’ve wanted this since that day in the bathroom…you’re better than I imagined” he admitted with heavy breaths without ever losing focus of the creamy treat he’d finally been granted. Having a man who knows what he’s doing coupled with an aggressive appetite for your feet worship them with no restraint on his behavior is a sensation I don’t think I could ever explain well enough for you to fully understand; pleasurable, ticklish, exhilarating, and intoxicating all at once. That on edge feeling that dominated me in Mr. Jackman’s office 7 months ago had transitioned into a form of assertive comfort over time as I grew into my role as his foot master and my pay checks increased, bringing us to the most recent session where my clearly delicious toes with their irresistible masculine charm hindered his ability to talk.
“What are you trying to say?” I finally asked, pulling my foot away like he was a dog and it was his favorite bone. “I have a meeting with the board of trustees in ten minutes. I have to get my papers together for the pitch” Mr. Jackman pointed from on his knees. “Then I guess you should hurry up…” I replied, shoving my thick foot onto his face so it covered half of it. His mouth opened until my heel dipped past his bottom lip, “Maybe I should go with you so they can see what their genius CFO really likes…I bet one of those rich assholes would enjoy what I have to offer” I suggested as his energy was once again concentrated on getting his fix. “Get between my toes…lick em’ good” I instructed. “Whatever you want” he obliged, taking my ankle in his hands and pushing his strong appendage in the salty space between my biggest and second toe. He knew just how to wiggle it to avoid tickling me, knowing how I hated it; just an example of how our dynamic had switched when it came to our daily worship sessions. His tongue danced along the row of plump digits over the next few minutes until they were practically dripping with his millionaire saliva. However, he soon pulled back, “I’ve really got to go, Taron…this is an important meeting” Mr. Jackman explained with an urgent tone. “Fine, go play with the big boys” I agreed before he got to his feet, fixed his hair, gathered his papers, and walked out the office door.
I returned to my desk in a nearby room to finish working on my graduate school application. My main task of the day was reviewing the expense reports for the quarter but I’d gotten far enough to take a break. Most interns aimed to be promoted in the company to climb the ranks but I didn’t plan on staying long. That’s part of the reason I justified letting Mr. Jackman keep worshipping my feet; I wouldn’t be there much longer. Despite growing to enjoy it to an extent, I wasn’t interested in being at the bottom of the totem pole until someone just happened to throw me a bone one day. Almost 45 minutes went by as I finished filling out the application until my desk phone rang and interrupted me. “Good afternoon, this is Taron, how may I direct your call?” “Get in here…” “Hugh?” “Now” he answered in a tone of voice I didn’t recognize from him. I felt a rush of anxiety that hadn’t plagued me since the first time with Mr. Jackman at my feet, the steps toward his office less confident than usual. “What’s up?” I asked, entering through the doors. “Sit down” he instructed with no context. I followed his command and took a seat where I’d been during our first encounter so long ago, the déjà-vu rattling me a little as I awaited to hear what was so imperative.
“I’m firing you” he announced with a stare right into my soul. “What?? Why?” “It seems the board doesn’t think I’m putting enough effort into my work. They think something is effecting my performance…we both know what that is. You’re too much of a distraction. Plus you’ve been very slack as of late and I need a proficient assistant” he explained sternly. “But I need this job until I get into school…you can’t just fire me!” “I can and I just did” “I’ll sue you for wrongful termination!” I spat with the hope he’d backtrack in fear. “Fine, I’d love to hear what you’d tell everyone though…my boss was sucking my toes too much and it fucked up his priorities? Part of me would just like to see you admit to that in court” Mr. Jackman replied, knowing he held all the cards. “No other guy you hire is gonna let you do what I did, Hugh” “It’s Mr. Jackman!” he interjected with a fist of anger on his desk, standing up to face me with a look that reminded me of my place there. “What do you want? What can I do to keep this job?” I asked as the thought of being unemployed motivated my sudden humbleness. He didn’t reply at first, a few seconds of silence passing until he replied. “Lye down on the floor” “Why?” “Just do it!” he ordered.
I reluctantly took a spot on the carpet near his desk and laid flat on my back. My eyes shifted to see what he was doing and I watched as he kicked off both of his Italian leather shoes to reveal a pair of sheer socked feet similar looking to mine but his were bigger and wider. “Worship my feet, intern” he commanded. “Fuck that…I’ve never done th-” My words were cut off by his powerful toes forcing themselves into my mouth, the saturation of his tangy stress sweat covering my tongue. They felt like large cloth covered grapes wiggling around between my cheeks and I didn’t know what to do. I think I was still shocked at what was happening but he soon made clear what he wanted, “Take my socks off with your teeth” I hesitated to do so but my teeth found the tip of his right sock and pulled it until the pale foot was totally exposed and hovering inches above my face. “The other one too” he reminded, putting the still socked foot on my mouth to give me no other choice to but to follow his demands.
His soles were pink like the inside of a grapefruit and almost just as juicy looking, clearly pedicured on the regular. “I want you to lick every inch of my foot…I want you to be able to taste them for the next week” he announced. The naked foot already resting on my cheek was now my main focus, my tongue reaching out to start lathering up the flushed sole to the best of my amateur ability. I began by slowly dragging my tongue along the plush balls of that foot, moving the intimidating size 11 with my hands like it was a canvas and my tongue the paintbrush. “That’s right…the whole foot” he encouraged, rubbing his own crotch as it swelled at the erotic situation. I felt like a frat pledge enduring hell week or something equally as humiliating as he guided my mouth to please his newly developed desires of supremacy. I couldn’t get over the silkiness of his sole against my tongue, moving around from the balls to the veiny instep. “Hold on” came along with his foot moving away from my face while he grabbed his desk chair only so he could put both of the meaty feet on me to serve. “Now suck my toes, every one of them…like you mean it” he instructed before relaxing in the chair to watch me work.
I popped the biggest toe in first past my nervous lips and started caressing it with my tongue while gripping it with the same uneasy lips. “Like you mean it! I’m not fucking around here” he added as if a whole other personality had been unearthed. I took him seriously and let the toe re-enter my mouth, this time sucking and slopping on it like I’d been starved for savory male flesh. While I tried to meet his standards, I felt my leg being brought up toward him. “Wha are you” I attempted to inquire. “Shut up and keep sucking, intern” he shut down as my shoe and sock were removed. With the third toe of his left foot now being sucked dry by my jaw strength, a few nails started scraping along the center of my now bare foot. My leg bucked in reflex but he held it tight with his impressive arm muscles, tickling my foot to fuck with me while I was forced to worship his polished boss toes. Giggles escaped around his pinky toe as the sensations worsened; wanting nothing more in that moment than to run out of the office and away from his devious touch. “Do you know how many people applied for your position? 29…and we chose you. I gave you a salary bump, days off, and serviced your feet but yet you think you’re in control around here. There isn’t another job you could get in this city with those kinds of benefits…and if you want to keep it, you’ll earn it by licking my feet and letting me have my way with yours anytime I want” he explained.
I didn’t know what to say but I knew he had a point, too much of a point to walk away from the internship position. All I could do was follow his orders…sucking the warm professional toes and trying to keep my composure as he tickled my wildly sensitive foot. His rosy soles would flex and wrinkle every few minutes to create a sea of supple flesh, often right before he would plant both of them across my face just to prove he could, manipulating me with the weight of his flawless feet. Mr. Jackman had changed over the course of an hour and our roles had flipped somehow; I the slave and he my foot master. My mind raced with “what if” scenarios if I refused him while my taste buds were overwhelmed with mature cheesy feet taking my foreseeable future by the balls. Mr. Jackman had me. I knew if I quit my one solid reference would go out the window for future jobs and the substantial money would also be gone but I didn’t know if I could keep licking and sucking his suddenly domineering feet anytime the mood struck him, not to mention his possessiveness over my feet that were far too ticklish to be unprotected.
I had very few options as I reflected on my situation for the second time that day in my boss’ office; leave and risk the repercussions of burning that professional bridge and a paycheck or stay on as his intern and snack on his feet/give up control over mine at any given time. I pondered my decision as an entire set of Mr. Jackman’s long toes flooded my mouth and over powered my senses with a leathery tinge and velvety texture like nothing I’d ever been exposed to. Let’s just say I ended up buying a new toothbrush to keep at work.
