by Soul Tickler
The man nodded with a smirk the moment he saw me at his door naked as agreed. "Dog noises only" he warned me as I rushed inside crawling in silence, hoping no neighbours saw me. He was wearing grey sweatpants with a pair of slides and looked sexy as hell. His feet caught my attention immediately. I couldn't help but stare at those strong, long toes, with nicely cut nails. "Head up" he ordered, lifting my chin, forcing me to look into his green eyes while he secured a leather collar around my neck. I felt so horny and at the same time, humiliated. My heart was racing fast. The collar was tight but not uncomfortable. Next, he lubed up a dog tail butt plug. I felt it being inserted in me, stretching my asshole.
Parker is in his mid-twenties, 6'4, 220 lbs. of muscle, with a deep sexy voice. I'm 40yo, average height and weight, slightly balding, the quiet kind of guy people tend to ignore. We had been chatting for a while. I've never fantasized about becoming a dog, I'm just into men's feet, but that was his thing, take it or leave it, so here I was. He had me leashed and made me walk around the room on all fours beside him. Then he threw himself on a big comfy couch and had me kneeling on the floor by his feet. He took off his t-shirt and shoved my face in his armpit.
"Smell that pit, boy! Dogs love to sniff around". I did as told. It smelled manly like I knew it would.
Next he folded a dirty sock into a ball and outstretched his palm for me to investigate my toy when he suddenly threw it away. "Fetch!" He started counting backwards using an excited tone to motivate me. I crawled to where the sock was, my rubber tail slapping off my ass cheeks, picked it up with my teeth and brought it back to him. "Drop it!" I felt proud being rewarded with a pet on my head, being told I was a good pup. We repeated that game over and over again, until nothing else mattered to me but chasing that sock. Parker was patient yet consistent. When I wasn't moving fast enough, he would slap my ass with his slide.
"Look at you, boy! Such a nice puppy! Now I want to hear some barks from you".
I replied with a hesitant "woof".
"You can do better than that. Add more enthusiasm in your barking. Come on boy! Wag your tail before your master and bark!" I did and it started feeling liberating in a strange way. No more human worries. All I needed as a dog was that cocky young stud dominating me 24/7. Life should be that simple.
Parker had me lay down, face up, and rested his feet on me, covering my face with his size 14's. I had been dreaming about this moment a lot. I closed my eyes and kissed his soles deeply and passionately. The aroma was intoxicating. Parker put quite a pressure on my head, moving his feet as if wiping them on a doormat. He teased me with his big toe on my lips and burst out laughing like a school kid when I started sucking it. I opened my mouth as widely as I could and put all of his foot inside, then swirled my tongue, licking in between each toe, where the salty taste was getting stronger. I tongue-cleaned every inch greedily, while he watched TV, totally ignoring me.
Suddenly he grabbed my jaw with his right hand and pulled me so close to him that I could feel his hot breath. He was looking down at me in a victorious, powerful way. "You love male feet, don't you boy?" It's been like that since I can remember myself, secretly mouthwatering for my male friends in flip flops during summer. "Have you ever worshiped feet as sexy as mine?" No way. Never. His feet were a one-in-a-million chance. "You never did and never will" he said, exuding confidence.
We spent some more time playing fetch and enjoying a few nice belly rubs that had me leaking. Parker stripped naked and his tool dangled between his legs. I put his low hanging balls into my mouth one by one, sucking off that sweat. His meaty thighs surrounded me as I licked his cock. I felt it growing in my mouth and had to fight the gag reflex when that red mushroom head reached the back of my throat. Parker groaned.
"Wait, boy. I'm nearly there and I want to get a bit of your ass too before I shoot my load".
We moved to the bedroom. Next to the bed there was a metal cage big enough to fit a human. Parker noticed me staring. "We'll have time for that later" he said without giving further information. His massive arm circled my neck, holding me in a tight grip as he entered me. He fucked me doggy style for twenty minutes, dirty talking in my ear with that deep sexy voice. The repeated sound of pounding and heavy breathing filled the room as waves of pleasure hit my prostate. I shot my load and Parker did too. We shared a passionate kiss before his large muscular frame collapsed on the bed out of breath.
I spent the night locked in that metal cage, curled up so I could fit in, sniffing a pair of his white athletic socks, hearing my big man lightly snoring in the dark, hoping he'll want me back next week and the week after that.
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