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Annual Physical Opportunity  (BEGINNING)

I played games on my phone, browsing on a few pages.

7:19

*Step*

*Step*

Each footfall getting louder, “there's our little bug, I mean new employee,” the deep voice filled with happiness.

Duke.

There he was, dressed in a sweat covered tank top, running shorts and shoes.

“Hi Duke,” placing a hand on the ground to steady myself as I got up, when a hand was placed on top of my head. Head leveled with his waist. Hand rubbing against my hair, the weight and strength keeping me from rising as he dug in his shorts for the key. The longer he held me there, I breathed in a distinct but different kind of musk, unlike the scent of feet and pits I was becoming accustomed to.

“I know the key is in here somewhere,” lifting his foot briefly before landing on my outstretched hand on the ground.

Weight started to build up on my hand, stunned to say anything.

“Oh, here it is,” sliding the key in, “nope that's not it. Don't you hate how most keys look alike.”

My hand started to get sore, as I was looking down, his hand finally lifted off my head, “that's right, it's in this pocket, my bad haha, alright let's head in.”

His shoe pressed down one last time before finally taking a step inside, “good boy for coming so early, you passed,” as he continued walking to his seat, with me following closely behind. Standing beside him as he settled into his seat, pulling out some papers.

“Alright, I went ahead and filled out your employment forms, all the mumbo jumbo and legalities are there, just standard paperwork. Now I'm just needing a signature here, here, and here,” as he handed me a pen. I was standing so close to him thinking how wonderful his scent was that I signed on the lines he pointed to.

“With that welcome to the team, boy, we're so happy to have you. For now let's have you organize this stack of papers. Just place the names together, put them in order from the page count and put them away in the folders,” pointing at the stack of papers then bringing his attention to his phone.

I got started on my work, taking quick glances at his drying sweat, taking deep breaths. I noticed he was texting someone in between swiping around on what appeared to be tinder, fully leaning back on his desk, kicking his feet up.

“So boy, you're making good pace, everything you do today will become a routine. During these first few days, you'll wait for me outside until we know we can trust you with your own key to the place,” not once looking up from his phone.

As I put away the last folder, I stood there by his side awaiting my next task. Watching him on his phone, he was absolutely stunning, that jawline could cut someone. His strong scent floated in the air.

A few minutes passed, “Du-duke? I've finished.”

“So you have, good boy,” for some reason filling me with warmth.

“As we wait for the others to arrive, take off my shoes would you, you're just so close, and I'm so sore, this girl from last night was a freak, begging for every position. Best kind of workout haha,” giving me a wink, “but following that up with a morning run and some gym time, bending over is gonna be a challenge.”

His right foot swung over to me, till it made contact with my hand, “no need to undo the laces.”

Grabbing his shoe.

*Squelch*

*Cough-cough*

“Haha sorry about that bud, should've warned you that they get intense after a run. Now the other,” as his other foot swung against me, tapping me on the crotch, bringing it to life.

Once again the sound of sweat, as the vacuumed resistance fought against me till his heel popped out. Filling the air even more, causing my eyes to tear up.

7:40

“Oh is it that late already, just set those shoes down there and follow me,” planting both feet on the ground and making his way to a lounge type room with lockers.”

He pulled out a royal blue dress shirt, black dress pants and a tie, setting them on the table, “boy, come pull off this tank,” lifting up his arms. A sour musky aroma hit me in the face.

I grabbed the bottom of his tank sliding it up exposing his skin, his abs, then chest. The top is still wet from sweat.

“Use that to wipe down any sweat.”

His torso was so firm. When I brushed the cloth over his chest, I felt him bounce his pecs.

He grabbed the tank, and laid it around my neck, resting on both shoulders. “Now pull off my shorts boy,” placing a hand on my shoulder guiding me down.

I grabbed the waistband from both sides, pulling them down.

This! This I thought was the scent I was smelling earlier. Words couldn't describe the scent. All I could think of was what a man.

He raised his leg, then the other, allowing me to take hold of the shorts. “Boy, grab the dress pants and put them on me.”

In order to steady himself he placed a hand on the top of my head, trying to push back to keep myself from falling forward. Securing his pants.

“Now my dress shirt.”

I slid it up his arms before buttoning them up.

“Lastly, the tie.”

I have never tied a tie myself, as it's never been needed. During the interviews i have just been using clip ons, could that have been a factor, I thought.

“Boy we need to work on your tie skills, let go,” pushing my hands away.

“You know boy, I'm a bit busy outside of here, tell you what, let's have you wash these dirty clothes for me,” grabbing the tank top and shorts and tossing them into an additional empty locker, “that one is yours by the way, though you shouldn't need it, so anytime clothes are needing cleaned you'll find them here, be sure to check before you leave each day. But for now follow me, actually grab my tee and shorts” turning around without looking over to see if I'm following.

We made our way back to the front desk.

“Now boy, set my used sweaty clothes on the ground and under my desk are my dress shoes, go place my sneaks by them and grab the leather shoes. You're gonna help me put them on.”

Getting on my knees, there were the shoes at the corner. I slithered over on my knees, one hand on the ground to keep my balance and the other holding what I could now say were his rank running shoes, when a foot landed on my back, followed by another. The sweat from his socks was being absorbed by my shirt.

“Actually boy this is comfortable, our first appointment isn't till 9:30,” putting more weight till I found myself laying down on the ground on my stomach, his running shoes mere inches from my face.

A foot hooked me on the side, turning me over. Before he pushed his shorts and tank by my head, “lift your head up,” as he pushed it under my head, my senses overwhelmed with his sweaty scent then rested his feet on my chest and stomach.

Looking up at him from the ground, I started to feel embarrassed and intimated. He absolutely looked like a god. So masculine and superior. I need to get up, I thought.

As my head raised up again, his left foot raised and landed partially on my forehead and nose, pushing it down by the mere force of gravity. Feeling the sweat but most of all getting a direct hit of his smelly foot.

“You know what scoot down a bit.”

His left foot remained where it was while he shifted his right closer to my throat.

From the little I could see past his big smelly foot was Duke in all his glory, he looked so good dressed like that, not to say he wasn't good looking in athletic wear, but it made me feel undressed like a basic peasant beneath his royal foot, a Duke if you will.

He didn't even pay me any mind as he grabbed his phone on the desk, causing him to press down every so slightly. His toes tapped against me. Curling his toes, effectively grabbing my nose, filling my lungs with the scent of his feet. His other foot bounced away mindlessly.

Seconds, minutes passed as we were like this, when his left foot started rubbing against my face, “ah yes that's the spot, stay still little bug, mmm yes, good boy for helping me scratch that itch.”

His foot began to rub a bit firmer, on my nose and chin,

“Mmm yes, just like that little bug, try to stay as still as possible, just let me foot guide you.”

Shifting his foot back to my forehead, before bringing his other foot at my chin. Both feet rubbing against me. The smell even stronger now that I was covered by both feet and his rank smelly shoes right next to me.

“This is absolutely what my sore feet needed.”

Just then I heard the clicking sound of a door opening and fast footfalls.

“Hey bro, who you talking to?” the deep voice that I recognized to be Dr Samuels.

“Ah nothing, just talking to myself. But hey come over here, I need your signature on a few forms.”

I heard some paper rustling above, my blocked view, catching a slight glimpse of the man that's been using me like one would use a tennis ball to massage his feet.

“No man, I can't see what you're signing, just come around and sign them.”

“You know you're a needy one, right?”

“You know I could quit at any time and where will you be then haha.” Pressing down on me as he laughed.

My shame was building up, my face and body felt like it was burning up. Feeling like the sweat was building up on Duke's feet once again. Coating me in it or was it my own sweat being absorbed into the fabric of his socks. Whatever it was, the scent was building up.

Before I could realize it, I heard the footsteps right next to me.

By the time I knew what was happening, I felt a hard sole press down on my stomach, followed by another on my chest.

I gasped. However the moment I did, the socked foot pressed in. Keeping my mouth open. My tongue subconsciously drew forward getting a taste of his sweaty socked foot.

“Alright fine, which part do you want me to sign,” leaning forward digging a bit forward, some weight lifting off.

The sound of a pen scratching away at the paper was all I could focus on to distract myself from the weight of the muscular alpha male that didn't even acknowledge my presence.

Once it got quiet, the foot on my torso twisted around as he faced his brother, part of his heel resting on my upper thigh.

Duke shifted his left foot allowing me to look up and marvel at these two men. For the first time that day I could see Dr Samuels, seeing him from this view was immaculate as he towered above me. Shifting his weight once again as he was partially seated on the desk.

Not once did he look down, as he and his brother talked about their conquest from the night before. If I wasn't mistaken as they were talking I could see a bulge in the doctor's pants. Before gently resting his heel on my own hardening stiffness.

I'm sure my eyes widened in fear that he was going to press down, but before he could, he raised his foot taking a step down landing on my hand, seeing a smirk on his face as he walked away, giving his brother a high five, “time to set up for the day.”

Duke didn't say another word.

Until the sound of the door opened once again.

“Morning Duke,” the voice was familiar but unrecognizable.

“Quinton! Morning, come around back, I need your signature on something.”

“Tsk, man, can't you let me get settled in before you hound me on work.”

“Haha the sooner you do, the quicker you could go about your day. Now stop being a baby and get over here.”

“Ha, fine man, if it'll stop your nagging.”

Without hesitation he took a step towards me then on me. Feeling like rubber soles from the amount of give it gave as it landed on me, both soles rested comfortably on me. But what stood out, was there was a different sweet smelly scent that was leaking out, his shoes must be airing out through the cloth I thought. Quinton began tapping his foot as the pages turned. While he was signing the papers, his eyes looked down, reaching mine. A foot raised coming closer to my head, bringing the scent closer.

“See man, not too bad right?”

“Yeah something about this just made dealing with this so much easier. Haha” taking a step down and walking away.

So that makes 3, I thought, they're a staff of 4, and there it was the unmistakable sound of the door opening.

“Duuuuke!”

“Bro, another 5 miles? You're drenched man.”

“You bet I did and best time so far! So pumped, but damn didn't get a chance to shower or change, I woke up late but you know I need my morning run to get me ready for the day.”

“Whatever man, just come over and sign this.”

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

“Bro seriously, flip flops?” The slapping of Nick's foot against his flip flop got louder. “Yo man, you stink.”

“Yeah yeah, I just told you I didn't have time to shower and needed to air out these dogs before slipping them in shoes that don't breathe.”

*Smack* The sound was deafening against my ear as soon as he took a step to the right of my head. His feet were no joke. The smell was so strong, I wiggled to get away.

I would've been successful if Duke wasn't keeping my head still. But just then, he pressed down causing my head to turn and soon enough my nose was so close to Nick's foot the stench was all I could smell.

His toes wiggled and flicked about causing a squelching sound against the rubber insole of his flip flop releasing a gust of scent my way. Maybe it was my imagination but I think I felt a slight mist spray me when he did.

Just like the others, he stepped on my hand, coating it with sweat, but this time with his bare foot before landing on my torso. Feeling his toes wiggle and curl pinching my skin.

As Duke set up the papers, his foot pulled my head so that I was facing up once again, this must be what he meant by, ‘let me feet guide you,’ I thought. Both men glanced down at me. Once done, they just started up mindless chatter, like Trevor, Nick leaned against the desk, foot swinging back and forth over my hardened crotch. While the other foot curled on my stomach. Making eye contact with me as he responded to Duke. This caused Duke to act similarly curling his toes around my nose, ensuring I only smelled his foot.

“Alright man, maybe I'll try and get a quick rinse, at the very least I'll go get changed,” swiping his feet on my shirt back and forth dying his feet. Slipping his feet into his flip flops then walked away.

Duke began taking care of some work. Hearing some typing here and there followed by some writing. At times his foot pressing down, paying me no mind, not even looking at me.

The door opened again, no please no I thought.

“Good morning Mr Smith, the doctor will be with you in a moment, any changes to your information or insurance since your last visit.”

“Nope, everything's the same,” the man responded, “but you mind if I grab a tissue?”

“Oh sure, allow me,” Duke lifted a foot onto my chest then walked down along my body grabbing the tissue box then back up again and handing the man a tissue.

“Thanks Duke, I needed to spit out my gum. You got a trash can back there? The trash can isn't out here.”

“Oh yeah, forgot to replace it after emptying it last night, but no worries, hand it over I'll toss it,” grabbing the tip of the tissue before dropping it on my face while making a motion of tossing it under his desk.

In my shock, I laid there with the tissue between my nose and cheek, held in place by the weight of the gum. Duke sat back down, pressing his foot against the used tissue onto my face. Feeling the warm spit from the gum press against my skin.

Doctor Samuels then came by grabbing the man's sheet stepping on my hand once again.

The man was led back to be seen.

After some time passed, Duke pushed the gum into my mouth then pressed my head down causing me to look to my side, just as the man who looked like an absolute dilf. A bit of a dad bod, that you knew he was a looker before married life had him settled, regardless he was still absolutely good looking. He was in deep conversation with Nick to notice me under Duke's feet.

After he left Duke pulled the tip of the tissue out of my mouth and tossed it in the trash.

This whole process continued with Duke, rubbing his feet on me, stepping here and there, standing and walking on me, just as the others did. With the only difference being that at times one of the other men would take a seat and plant their feet on my head as Duke was standing taking care of other matters.

Come lunch time, Duke ordered in. They take their lunches in staggered shifts.

“Hey bug, you're probably worried I only ordered food for four people, and that's exactly what I did. But not to worry we won't forget about you. Till then keep doing a great job, I'm proud of you boy, my feet are thankful for the rug they've been able to use.”

The door opened, “excuse me, I have an order for Duke Samuels?”

“Yeah, that's me, thanks man. Have a good one ok?”

Just then the doctor came back, with his most recent patient, a flamboyant but pretty man.

“Listen Joe, I know you're active but ease up, at least be sure you're being safe!”

“Haha yeah doc, I know, I am, okay, you know how it goes.”

“Yeah, yeah, we're not talking about me. You take care now, as always let me know if you need anything.”

“You got it, send me my bill. Later!” And so he left.

“Haha, that guy is hilarious. One of my favorites, no doubt.”

“Yeah he's chill, but enough about that let's eat before your next appointment. Pull up a chair.”

While Dr Samuels was rolling over a desk chair near us, “hey boy, tuck your legs under the desk, lay between us.”

So there I was, laying on the floor, both men sitting perpendicular to the desk, eating, facing each other as they revisited their conversation on their conquest over the weekend. Talking about their friends. Their plans.

As they got deep into it, Dr Samuels took off his shoes and they both shared my face as their rug, as Duke put it.

His socks were ripe and oh so sweaty. The sweat building up in his leather shoes highlighted just how much his feet are unable to air out.

“Man, this feels nice, thank goodness for your eye for spotting a fag,” wait, did he just say, “I mean a good useful boy,” as the doctor kept rubbing his feet.

“No kidding, it feels right, the bugs' cheekbones, chin and nose are effective rubbing machines.”

“Seriously, could get used to this, it's been a while since we had one to give us the attention and service we deserve. Lucky you, you get to sit here all day, while I'm on my feet all day.”

“Yeah, yeah, you know I do stand too right?”

“Whatever man, you have a nice cushion. But seriously Joe was telling me some stories and man, even he knows how to use fags.”

The feet rubbing against my face pinching and toying with my face as they relaxed. Toes catching my open mouth every time I tried to get a breath in of fresh air. Introducing their toes to my awaiting tongue, leaving a bit of salty liquid as it did.

“Haha we should pick his mind on what he does to his losers.”

“It really goes without saying, straight, gay, don't really matter, but fags are useful, especially when they finally understand their place.”

“Yeah, a year's time should be good for training.”

As they continued to eat, they joked around, laughing at each other's antics, causing them to subconsciously push me into the other's foot.

“Alright bro, good lunch choice, here,” handing his box, “time to go get ready.”

“Hey boy, how's the smell of the docs socks now that you've smelled all the stink out? You know what, give them one more sniff and kiss before putting those bad boys back in their leather confines,” pushing my face while simultaneously hooking my torso twisting me over.

“That's a good boy, seems like your iatrophobia is healing nicely, soon enough you won't be scared of doctors offices and doctors. You haven't come across as scared as much, but what's this, didn't I say to be sure you're taking care of this,” rubbing his foot back and forth on my crotch.

Meanwhile Duke was smothering my face with his socked feet. My breathing started to get deeper, a moan escaped my lips. Before it could escalate further Dr Samuels moved his foot away, “now put on my shoes little bug.”

“That's a good boy,” Duke said, patting me on the cheek with his foot.

“Now to help with your fear bug, kiss those shoes one last time.”

Planting a kiss on both shoes, then moving away.

“Alright bug, put my shoes on,” I did my best to get them on quickly, “now boy, head on over to Quinton, bring him his lunch.”

I went searching for Quinton, thinking, I need to start asking questions, but yet again I can't find the strength to say something.

Eventually I found him in one of the patient rooms. He was lounging back on the examination table. The man was so tall that his feet dangled over the edge. In front of his feet was a chair. I handed him his lunch as he was on his phone. Ignoring that I've been there.

5 minutes or so passed, my arms started to get tired being extended holding his lunch, “Qui-” the look on his face as he looked at his phone turned to a scowl, “s-sir?” I said meekly, as I did the scowl softened.

“Oh, hey boy, have you been here long?”

But before I could answer, “oh my lunch, thanks little bug, now be a good boy and take off my shoes would you, feel free to have a seat.”

The moment I sat down, the smell hit me. The smell was seeping out of his shoes, I felt nervous not knowing what it would end up smelling like once out of the confines of his shoes. But as asked (or was it more of an order) I removed his shoe. The scent was like a brick wall that I was forced up against.

Just as I was taking off his other shoe, he extended his leg further, pressing it against my face, my nose, practically pushing me away, rubbing the sweat all over my face, making it harder for me to remove his other shoe, “come on boy take off that fucking shoe, my feet need to rest before the second half of the day and lunch is only 30 minutes,” tapping away at my face pushing me back as I moved closer.

Eventually I got them both off and he extended both. There came a point subconsciously I was needing to get a bit of fresh air, I moved back as my eyes teared up. As if on instinct, he hooked the back of my neck with one foot holding it in place, as he pressed and tapped around my face. Eventually he released his hold, giving me a playful slap on the face with his foot pushing me away.

“Alright boy lunch is over, put my shoes back on.”

As soon as they were on, “good boy, that was a great foot rub. Now bring this back to Duke,” handing me his box.

“Um h-” looking at Duke in what appeared to be a fresh sweaty state.

“Bug, welcome back,” he said, taking the box from my hand, replacing it with another. “Now take this to Nick, he should be in the lounge. Hurry on, he has to help out with one of the next patients.”

As I turned to head towards the lounge, he gave me a firm spank that caused me to jump.

Entering the lounge, Nick made instant eye contact and reached out. Handing him the box, “alright, finally, lunch time, I deserve it! Fag los- I mean boy! Take a seat on the rug would you?” Getting settled tapping his shoe on the side of my head as I looked at him. Taking that as a sign to remove his shoe, “awe look at that the los- I mean boy is learning quick. But let's not stop there, take off my socks.”

As both socks were removed, he set his food on the table then extended his hand out, I stared at him blankly. That open palm turned to a slap.

“Boy hand me my socks,” so I did. As soon as they landed in his hand, one hand grabbed the back of my head while the other held the sock to my nose, “now breathe deep, I know this is part of your treatment.” His bare foot in all it's sparkling glory was excessively rank, even more than when I caught a whiff of them this morning. His feet really built up a sweat and corresponding scent.

After holding it for a minute, getting light headed from the dizzying sweet scent. He put the socks on the table and grabbed his food. His foot tapped on my head once again.

“Kiss.”

“That's right, boy, kiss and sniff, help cool off my sweaty smelly feet before I get back to doing real work.”

One foot moved to my shoulder, his big toe nail began to press into my skin. “Ow-” and in came his big toe, hooking down onto my tongue, his other foot released and hooked around my head, making it so I was unable to get away from his sweaty salty, almost vinegar like cheesy feet.

“Mmmm this is the life, but hey let me see that tongue of yours” he said with a full mouth, scarfing it down quickly. With my tongue out he swiped his feet heel to toe. “Alright boy, put my socks and shoes back on.”

The moment I grabbed the socks, “but before that, kiss my feet would you?”

*Kiss*

*Kiss*

“Now thank me for helping with your treatment, bug.”

“Thank you, um,” staring at me pressing his big toe on my nose, “s-sir for helping me with my treatment.” he wiped his spit covered toe and soles in my hair then my shirt.

So I placed his socks and shoes back on. He handed me his box, then dismissed me with a flick of his wrist.

I headed back to Duke with the nearly empty box. Handing it over to him, “good job boy. Alright now go ahead and take my shoes off again.” The scent was fresh all over again.

“Haha, pretty foul isn't it, I just got back from my lunch run/workout.”

As I was removing his shoes, I heard scraping against cardboard and the moment both feet were free from his shoes he dropped the cardboard, to go box on the ground between his two freshly removed shoes. Taking his socks off himself and stuffing them in their respective shoes. “Told you not to worry, here's your lunch, aren't we all so sweet?”

There were some pieces of fries, chicken, burger, basically a mix of all sorts of things, some looked half bitten, “now eat,” as he rested his feet on my back, occasionally wiping his feet on my shirt and hair, even on the side of my face.

Every bite had a flavor that was subdued by the scent of his feet.

When I finished, he had me get back into the same position. This time occasionally having me kiss and suck his toe. Patients came in and out, one may have seen me with my tongue out, resting on my bottom lip with one of Duke's feet mindlessly moving back and forth, as he snickered saying, “what a pathetic loser.”

He continued as he did, occasionally stepping on me to reach other things, walking on me.

The day had finally come to a close and the four men gathered around. They discussed the day, the patients, synced up on treatments and respective plans. Each grabbed a chair.

Each man had popped off their shoes, resting their feet on random parts of my body. Laughing occasionally.

Dr Samuels placed a foot on my crotch once again, “so team, how do we feel the treatment is working out for this fag-i mean loser, man, I mean boy.”

Nick and Quinton laughed. “Good first step.” “Going well, I'd say.”

“Alright boy, so like I mentioned, what you experienced today will become a routine. Cause repetition is the best treatment and consider it your training for the job. I've also told you to do what, each night?”

Trying to speak with his toe in my mouth, “to check my locker for laundry.”

“That's right boy, such a good boy,” Trevor said as his foot continued to rub.

“But listen up boy, you may think our socks need cleaning, you are not to wash them unless we explicitly say so. Sometimes you'll find a pair in your locker, but if it was not ordered, you will take it with you and sniff it at home even get used to it as your pillow,” Duke said.

“Damn straight, fucker, consider it your at home prescription,” Quinton said.

I was blushing.

“Awe no need to be shy about it now, slave boy,” Nick said, as he shoved his big foot into my face.

“I guess there's no need to hide it now. You signed your labor agreement, without reading it like a loser, man I'm kinda disappointed since you're such a bright boy,” Duke said.

“But your temptations ruled over you,” Trevor said.

“Basically, you are a modified contact employee. You will be expected to work and follow any command given to you. You will learn our scent, crave it even.”

Indistinct chuckles could be heard through the group. The rubbing and pressing of their feet continued.

“Don't you worry, you'll still be paid, but if you leave before the year is up, you will see a contact cancellation fee, to reimburse us for our time investment in training you. In addition to that, you will see some medical fees, I don't think you realized that your insurance isn't covered here. But you signed the acknowledgement when you first scheduled your appointment and the forms you filled out here during your first visit. Now all of us have accepted the terms of your employment through each of our signatures. Now, if you would like out, you can leave now, but I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss out cause who knows where we could take this after your first year interim” Duke said, “but not to worry little bug, if this goes well, you'll likely build up a savings, none of us are strapped for cash and we'll happily take care of you as long as you continue to be good.”

Duke, Quinton, and Nick all removed their feet off of me, Trevor continued rubbing, leaving my mind in a foggy trance as I could smell all their feet. As they waited for a response, Nick pulled out his flip flops, putting his used socks in his shoes.

“Mmmm umm, can I think mmm, about it?”

“What's there to think about,” Duke asked, waving his foot inches from my face. Wafting the scent into every inhale I took.

“Yes, I'll do it.”

“Yes, what?”

“Um, yes Sir!”

With that they each placed their feet back on me, giving themselves a foot rub using my body, then just resting their feet on me.

Nick's barefoot was pressed against my face, as both Quinton and Duke took their socks off. Just then Nick and Quinton scooted closer sitting on both sides of my head, with Duke in between. Trevor remained where he was. The three men at my head continuously played with my face.

It was then that Duke said, "stick your tongue out again bug.”

The three of them rubbing their sweaty but addictively smelling feet on my face and fighting each other to be the foot that gets placed on my tongue. Having me get familiarized with their salty taste. Nick and Quinton in their position were able to pinch my tongue, giving me a taste of the sweaty buildup between their big toe and second toe.

Though I had thought of this moment countless times, this definitely got overwhelming. The taste of Nick's feet and toes were incredibly intense, if it weren't for my growing addiction to them, I think any normal person might've gagged at the scent and taste.

“That's a good slave boy, just keep doing a good job and youll enjoy yourself, you'll see. Just remember you address us all as Sir now or Master. You'll take care of cleaning, basically custodial work. Taking care of our tired feet and anything else we think of, maybe even anyone we think of.”

“Oh, also boy, take my shoes to my locker when you head back to check yours,” Nick said.

“Also, don't forget your pillow, indicating his used dried up shorts and shirt. But you know, on second thought, don't wash them just yet use them as your pillow at home. When they finally lose their scent, be sure to let me know, if you don't, well let's let you find out then,” Duke said.

Nick laughed as this was said, "I was going to let you be surprised, but my shorts and tee from my morning workout was also placed in your locker, but let me get in on that, don't wash them, do the same thing boy.”

“Alright, one last time, bug, do you understand and accept the terms of your employment?”

“Yes Master,” kissing his foot. Just then Dr Samuels began rubbing quicker till I finally got a release, groaning into Duke and Nick's sweaty feet, as they all began to laugh, kicking back, ignoring the rug at their feet.

Duke then said, “alright now place our socks back on.”

“Minus mine, just slip on my flip flops,” Nick said, “but hand them to me.”

“In case you haven't figured it out yet, from the moment you called to accept this job, each of us wore the same pair of socks,” Duke said.

“Not to worry, we will continue to wear these same ones, until we ourselves can't handle the stank any longer,” Quinton said.

Then the doctor stood up, sitting on my stomach, “bend your knees,” as he leaned back then rested his own overpowering scent on my face. “Kiss my feet, boy, then take deep breaths.”

“Welcome to your new life, little bug.”

***

Writer's note:

Alright all, that's it for now. Truly wrote this out as a one off, but who knows, I've become attached to the characters loving their different personalities. This is actually inspired by my own search for a doctor 😅. Would you all select a highly attractive alpha type doctor?

In any case, writing is still fairly new to me, wanting to keep the essence of past stories but changing up the tone. Please let me know your thoughts or any feedback, it would be highly appreciated.

Please also feel free to reach out to let me know which part you enjoyed most, maybe to share a picture of your feet (maybe for future inspiration to continue this or for other stories). Lastly if any strong alpha men with big smelly feet are ever nearby, would be honored to be considered to be your foot slave or please let me know how I may be of service? Or maybe are you a doctor? I really do need a new PCP haha.

Thanks to you all for taking the time to read this, I hope you enjoyed it in one way or another!