Taken Under Wing and Under Foot
Life had taken quite a turn recently, and it was a shit show. I worked as a consultant for firms, a pretty stressful job. They’d come to me seeking guidance and it was my job to make sure that I didn’t fuck up and provided them with adequate support. Well, everyone makes mistakes, sure… but I just made a massive fucking mistake. I advised caution and hesitation when it was the wrong move and now they’re coming at me like sharks that got the first whiff of blood. I was spiraling, and my employer looked to be doing little to help me out of this mess.
I sighed, entering my local bar as I recounted the mess my life had become. I walked over to the bartender and slid into the chair, ordering a Long Island to start. I needed something strong to hit me fast. I slowly chipped away at the drink as I kept my head low and couldn’t drive my thoughts away from work. I’d come out because, like my work life, my personal life was also a shit show of loneliness and isolation and I wanted to be around others. I suppose I only had myself to blame with the hours I worked and the dedication I tried to uphold to my work. But now feeling my enthusiasm toward work dimmed, I only felt the cold oppression of being alone. Despite knowing that I wanted to be around others. I felt this wall between me and every other person in the bar. In my mind, it was like nothing I could do could break me from this prison.
The only person I felt I could say anything to voluntarily was the bartender. Growing sick of the intensely alcoholic beverage now, I wanted to change it up to something more palatable, as if that would somehow change anything. “Can I get a ‘sex on the beach?’” The bartender nodded at my request and started grabbing the appropriate liquids to mix.
“Yeah, I could go for that too, hah!” A voice beside me spoke up, startling me initially. I glanced over to see him, though more out of formality than really observing anything, before I turned my head back down. “Hah, guess you didn’t even see me, too busy with your head in your hands.”
“Oh, sorry… I’m just out of it, I suppose.”
“So you’re not normally this mopey and pathetic?” His words stung, though there was truth to them. I was acting pathetic. I gently shook my head. “Good. It’s better when pretty faces have a smile on them.”
My heart almost stopped upon hearing those words. In that moment, it dawned on me the warmth and affection this man had in his voice as he spoke. Thinking back a few moments ago, even as he called my behavior mopey and pathetic, there was no contempt or disdain in his voice. Only concern that I was too in my head to realize.
I turned to face this man and actually noticed him for the first time. He was clad in all black leather with a fitted leather cap. His outfit tightly hugged his skin, and despite the illusion of black clothing his defined body could clearly be seen. Though not a smile, the pain and anxiety that contorted my face released. “That’s very sweet of you,” I replied.
“Hmm… I can see your face relaxed some, but still no smile. You may be a tough nut to crack, but I am determined.” Confidence practically oozed from this man’s voice as he spoke. He spoke as if he had all the answers. “First, let’s get out of these seats. Harder to bury your face down when you’re not sitting,” He spoke, almost commandingly as he himself rose out of his seat.
Though I still wasn’t feeling much better, I wasn’t so consumed by anxiety and depression to be oblivious to a gentle hand reaching out. He was trying to help, even if nothing ultimately changed, it was worth following his lead rather than doing nothing. I slid out of my chair in succession and followed him out into the middle of an open floor.
“Chin up,” he told me, clearly noticing my head still down. I slowly raised my face until my eyes met his. They were deep blue like clear pond in the summer. They were accented perfectly by his darker ensemble. “Good,” he smiled, stroking my face after my eyes met his. “You have beautiful eyes.”
I blushed, though still able to tell I hadn’t quite smiled, and confessed, “I’d been thinking the same. They say blue eyes often feel cold. But yours remind me of a warm pond I could swim in.”
Though not his goal, I had managed to make him smile. “You can be quite poetic with your words. I’ll add good with his mouth to the list of things I’m finding out about you.”
Finally smiling, I joked, “I can be much better with my mouth than just that.”
Not missing a beat, he roughly, but somehow still tenderly, grabbed my face, “I’m eager to find out. But for now I’m satisfied with having gotten what I wanted. That pretty little smile I knew you had.” Coming close enough that I could smell his warm, musky breath, he playfully added, “You’ll find I often get what I want, and” he paused, gazing into my eyes hypnotically, “what I want now is to kiss you. Will you satisfy my wants again?”
“Yes—“ I had only just gasped out the answer before his lips crashed into mine. It was electric. The way his lips danced across my lips and his tongue wove inside my mouth and intertwined with my own. Immediately I knew I had never been kissed like this before. It was exhilarating and exciting, but it also had a way of shaking me. Literally, my knees began to shake, feeling weak and wobbly. Somehow knowing this, he wrapped an arm around my back and held me up as his lips and tongue continued their welcomed assault.
Our mouths continued to become familiar with each other for another few moments before he pried his lips from my own, much to my own disappointment. “Hmph,” he grunted out laughter, “once again a pout returns to your face, only this time it’s much more delectable. Not one of sadness, but one of need.” As his eyes bored deep inside me, as if seeing so much more than what was literally in the space, he smirked, “You do whatever I asked right now, wouldn’t you?”
I was intoxicated from his presence and his kisses, and despite any sense of self-respect that would push against this, I nodded, quietly mumbling out, “Yes…”
He smirk twitched in amusement, clearly pleased by my answer. “Well if you enjoyed that little preview, why don’t we keep the fun going. Keep you hungering for more. The name’s Gerard, and if you want to continue, pay your tab and meet me outside. Something tells me you won’t be more than a minute.” With that he gave me one last glimpse at that confident grin and those deep blue eyes before he stepped away and walked up the stairs and out of the bar.
Left alone, I finally took in the sight around me. The bar had finally begun to fill up, but we had still been mostly the only people out on the open floor. My face grew flush as I realized how disinhibited I’d become. I wasn’t even really into leather or anything… and yet. And yet. Yet, I couldn’t deny how much I’d enjoyed even just these few moments with Gerard. How freeing it had been to just… let him take control. My body started moving as if processing that realization before my mind. He clearly wanted to see me meet him outside. So, I’d just keep following along. I finished my drink and paid my tab all within a few second and walked up those same steps not much more than a minute after him, just like he’d predicted.
“Noah,” I said after stepping out of the doorway to see Gerard smirking as he saw my face come out, “My name’s Noah. It’s nice to meet you.”
As I stood next to Gerard, he grasped my waist and pulled me close. His face was inches from mine, and his lips hanging out of reach taunting me. “Oh we’re doing so much more than meeting each other.” I felt his warm breath envelope me and found it strangely comforting. “Not a second too soon,” he glanced to the side. “We can continue our fun shortly, for now,” he tapped my butt, whispering in my ear, “get in the Uber.”
Quietly I did as Gerard said and he sat mostly in silence for about 20 minutes while the vehicle took us, presumably, to his place. Initially, sitting beside him started to sober me up from the experience; however, he gently and subtly place his hand on my thigh, running his fingers lightly across the inside. This sent shivers down my spine. Somehow this man knew just how to play me. It was like my body was an instrument in his hands, and just as had happened in the bar, my growing tension released and I relaxed in the Uber. Though I was staring out of the window, my mind was fully attentive of the way his fingers played along my thigh. I could tell he was aware of this as he repeatedly tickled and teased exact areas that caused me to sharply inhale or my leg to twitch in uncontrolled pleasure.
“We’re here,” Gerard spoke up, breaking the sexual tension between his hand and my thigh, adding “thank you,” as he stepped out of the car. I hadn’t really been paying attention to where we were as we drove, so as I followed Gerard out of the car, I was taken aback by just how nice the house we were pulled up to was. I closed the door and as soon as I did, Gerard once again pulled me in by my waist and breathily told me: “As soon as you get inside, strip from your clothes. I’ll head to the living room directly ahead and to the right. Meet me in there once you’re naked. Understood?” I nodded without a word as he stepped forward, leaving me with a simple, “Good boy.”
As I walked up toward his house behind Gerard, I felt a similar quiver in my legs that I’d felt back at the bar. A quiver of excitement. A quiver of anticipation. But also, something different. A quiver of fear. What the hell was I doing? This man had so much power in this situation. As much as it was nice to just do as he said, I lost all control when doing so. This was very different from my work, where I normally had so much control in terms of guiding the firms in an effective way. Giving up control like this was the exact opposite of everything I’d built up to. People in my career path dreamed of having various firms hang on every word of their guidance. And now I was hanging on every word of this man I’d met less than an hour ago in a bar.
I had already come this far though, and I was usually pretty good at reading people. I didn’t think Gerard was a bad person. If anything, I thought he was a very kind man. So even if I was uncertain about the situation at large, Gerard was extremely handsome and nice, I wouldn’t mind sleeping with him, so I kept moving forward and entered the house as he unlocked the door.
True to his word, Gerard didn’t even look back as he walked to, presumably, the living room. Slightly more determined, I undressed myself. Removing first my shoes and socks, then the rest of my clothes from top to bottom. I liked having fun with other guys, so even though it’d been a minute I was comfortable taking my clothes off readily. Besides, my body was nice. I neatly folded my clothes on a chair next to the door and walked forward, following the path Gerard had taken.
As I walked through an entry way, the room was dark outside of a dim light on the other side of the room. Gerard sat in an arm chair with a small ottoman resting the side of the chair. He was still dressed in the same leather I’d seen him in before, from the hat down to the boots. “Come here and kneel,” his voice was unwavering and calm. In spite of any doubts, my legs moved without hesitation, though still wobbling some. Slowly I knelt next to him. I raised my head to look at him as he gently cupped my cheek with his hand. The leather was cool initially before the warmth from the skin underneath transferred through. It was an odd effect, both relaxing me with the coolness before exciting me with the warmth. He spoke soft, almost sweet. “I can tell this is different for you. I can see the way you shake. I have played with many boys, but none as doe-eyed and innocent as you. It excites me.” His thumb traced around my cheek before sliding down to my lips. “Having played with many boys, I have a knack for knowing what one really wants— needs. Some like the mundanity, simplicity, and equality of normal penetrative sex. But others have this look in their eyes— much like yours right now— that, in spite of any innocence or obliviousness, demonstrates a hunger. A hunger for something more. You see, you satisfy my wants, but I also satisfy your wants. The catch is simply that satisfying my wants is your want. Nod if you understand.”
He spoke matter of factly. He spoke as though the words he was saying were irrefutable. I understood them, and understood there were guys like that. The only question that remained in my mind was: am I one of those guys? He seemed to think— he seemed to know— that I was. And here, sitting before him, I couldn’t find the words to deny his claim. I’d simply never done this before. It had never even crossed my mind. Like I’d thought before, this was the exact opposite of how I functioned when working. But, that didn’t mean he was wrong. So despite this difference in behavior compared to another realm of my life, I nodded because at the very least I did understand the literal words he was saying.
“Good boy. Obviously, being as unexposed to this as you evidently are, that was less a question of agreement and more a question of simple understanding, which I can tell you took it as. I don’t expect you to believe my claim simply because I said it. I’m a stranger,” Gerard laughed at the obviousness of his own lack of credibility, “in strange clothing. But,” his finger tugged ever so slightly at my bottom lip, spreading it slightly open, “will you give me a chance to show you a new world? Will you let me show you just how much more you can be?”
My eyes finally dropped from his piercing blue gaze. Just for a moment, however. The gentleness of his demeanor and almost… nurturing behavior made it easy to decide. I regained eyes contact, and one again felt as though I was bathing in a warm, sweet pool within in eyes, and whispered simply, “Yes.”
A sexy and almost mischievous smirk came back across Gerard’s face as he mused, “Excellent. I promise to be as gentle as you like. Though I think you will show me you don’t always want the gentle Gerard.” He then stretched his right leg and tapped his foot on the floor in front of him, “I’m going to get to know you better as you get to understanding this potential I’m certain you have. Get on your hands and knees in front of me with your back flat, and tell me a little bit about yourself.”
I did as Gerard said, keeping my back as flat as possible and began to open up. “I’m a legal consultant. I give guidance to firms. I’ve done it for quite a few years now, going on a decade in a few months. It was my passion. I always had an interest in the law—“ As I spoke I suddenly felt a heavy weight press onto my back. I grunted from the sudden pressure and looked to my left. There I saw Gerard’s legs clad in the leather pants stretched out and extended toward me, clearly contextualizing that what I’d felt was him putting his feet on my back. Though I was very slightly taken aback, I wasn’t surprised per se. I’d figured he’d do something, I just hadn’t been sure what. Though I could be mad, could be turned off, I strangely didn’t feel any resistance at all to this act.
“Continue,” Gerard prompted.
“S-sorry.” I breathed out, steadying myself. “So… I had always had a passion for law. It was because my dad was a consultant as well and he wanted me to be a great one like him. I always wanted to live up to his expectations.”
“Does that make you happy?” Gerard’s voice rang out.
“Make me… happy?” I questioned that as though he’d spoken an entirely different language.
“Does trying to live up to your father’s expectations make you happy?” Gerard posed the question again, slightly differently.
I turned my head down and thought for a moment. I didn’t feel I had an answer. “I… I never really thought about it.”
“Let me ask you a different question that may answer this one. Have you been happy these past nine years in this role?”
I paused again, trying to give genuine thought to his question. I felt an ache in my chest that was painful. It felt all consuming. It was slight, but I noticed my shoulder and hips slightly slump as a result of this feeling, as though my body wanted to curl up and hide from it despite that it came from within. Responding to this slight adjustment, Gerard cleared his throat and turned a foot down, pressing into my back. “Straighten up. I know it’s hard to think about this, and I know you can keep your back straight for me.”
As he called attention to this, all my focus shifted from that gnawing sensation in my chest to the weight of his feet on my back. In some ways it was a relief. A relief from that pain. I straightened my back and now felt like I could process the feeling I’d experienced.
“Sorry,” I started to apologize, when Gerard spoke up again.
“Sorry, Sir,” he corrected me.
“Yes… Sir.” I added, correcting myself this time. “Sorry, Sir.” I took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I was. At all. I don’t think I’ve really been ‘Happy’ at any point of these nine years.” Sighing, I went on, “Sure, there were moments of joy— such as getting my first job or getting promotions— but I don’t think I ever experienced a sustained state of happiness.”
“Is this really what you want?” Gerard questioned.
“In terms of law? The work I do. Honestly… the answer is still yes. I really do like what I do. I’m good— I’m mostly good at it.” I took a deeper sigh this time, remembering my mistake, though Gerard once again shifted his weight, although this time not from any fault of my posture, which regained my attention and focus. “I’ve always found it interesting. It’s just…” My voice trailed.
“You don’t enjoy doing it for your father’s approval.” Gerard surmised accurately.
“No.” I answered simply, honestly; both to Gerard, and also to myself. “I’ve… never enjoyed doing anything for his approval because… because it’s never enough. I toil away, I stress over every action. I spend hours of my life staying late and working through the early hours of the morning and he never once notices anything. I’m just not enough.”
As soon as that last sentence left my mouth, Gerard left foot lifted from my back and pressed into my face. “Do not ever say that. Do not ever say that in my presence. Understood?”
“I’m sorry, Sir… Say what though? That I’m not good—“ Before I could finish speaking, he gently swatted my cheek with the bottom of his boot.
“What did I just say? Do not even repeat it in question. You are enough. You are here because you are enough. Even just doing this,” Gerard gestured down at me as he returned his left foot to my back, “you are enough.”
“I’m basically just a glorified ottoman? How does that make me enough?” Though the question danced around blatantly discounting his statement, I found myself asking it very genuinely. And seeming to understand that genuineness, Gerard answered in a similar fashion.
“You’ve been my ‘glorified ottoman’ for about ten minutes now. Have I asked you to stop? Have I indicated that I want the ottoman right here?” He answered in plain, simple questions of his own.
“That is because my feet and legs feel wonderful on your back. You have been doing an excellent job and have been a great foot rest while telling me about yourself.” Though being praised for being a foot rest was hardly something I’d ever thought I’d want, hearing him say that admittedly made my chest burn with something entirely different than that gnawing hole I’d felt earlier. This new sensation felt warm and expansive and… good. “I could have asked at any point for you to stop, but I didn’t because you’ve done a great job. You kneeled there, adjusting when I said so, and holding the position well. Very well for your first time. An ottoman doesn’t feel stress or pain or fatigue. It’s an object. It doesn’t feel anything. You, on the other hand, are a person. You matter. And you feel. So how do you feel now?”
For the first time I stopped to actually think about my arms and back and legs. My legs were mostly fine, but my back and arms were actually screaming out in pain now that I finally paid attention. I wanted to say what would please him… but I wanted to be honest more, and getting to know him, I think that’s what he wanted more than for me to lie to please him. “My body hurts,” I laughed once I finally admitted it. “I actually hadn’t really focused on that before… I’d been focusing more on the sensation of your feet on my back and talking to you. But now that I am focusing on my back itself and my arms, they— they hurt, Sir. But,” I added very quickly, “I… I also feel good. It’s in part because you praised me, I guess that makes sense considering my dad never praised me. But even if you hadn’t said anything, you did things. You’ve done things this entire night that show you actually pay attention to me regardless of any words. It feels good to… I guess repay that through my own actions.”
Gerard once again lifted his left foot from his back, but this time he gently brought it to my chin and used it to turn my head to face him. He had a confident, sexy, and knowing smile on his face. “I told you I saw something beautiful in you. Your desire to serve me is as beautiful as your face and smile.”
I blushed, gazing into his warm blue eyes that had a way of just softly enveloping me. Maybe he was right. Maybe he had seen something in me.
“All right, you’ve done a wonderful enough job being a foot rest. We can continue with that another time.” He lifted his feet off my back as he spoke, and I genuinely felt… disappointed. “Hah,” he laughed seeing my expression, “there’s that delicious disappointment again. You have no idea what that does to me, boy. But don’t worry too much. You’re not done with my feet quite yet.” Though I had never been into feet, and did not know if I really was now, I found myself excited to continue… “serving” Gerard, as he put it. I raised my back and relieved my arms from holding me up, turning to face him. “Though I love having a boy work these boots,” he confessed playfully, twisting one of his ankles to show the leather boot off, “I know you’re new to this though, so let’s start with something more… basic.” Gerard then lowered his left foot so it hovered above me. “Hold and unlace it.”
“Yes, Sir.” I nodded, the words still feeling strange in my mouth, but not altogether uncomfortable or wrong. I raised my hands, and in one held the boot which now felt huge by comparison to my small hand and unlaced it with the other. After the shoe was unlaced, Gerard gently pressed it into my chest as I held it and pried his foot from the boot. Again, an act I may have otherwise been very upset by if occurring anytime before today. But I’d seen the bottom of those boots, which were nearly spotless, and somehow understood that he was making use of me. Yet again showing me all that I could, serving as a tool to remove his footwear.
We did the same with his right boot as a moist and cheesy odor began to fill my atmosphere down on the ground. I shuffled around, mildly discomforted by the scent, though I couldn’t tell why. Sure, it was his foot. And Gerard had clearly been moving about today by the smell of it, but it wasn’t the smell exactly that made me so uncomfortable. There was something else, something bubbling just beneath the surface.
“Grab the ottoman,” Gerard ordered as he patted the furniture sitting beside him, “and we’ll start with a foot massage. Socks on in the beginning.”
“Yes, Sir.” I reached over and pulled the ottoman to where I had previously been on my hands and knees, and gently lifted his feet onto the new foot rest. Though I was not looking up at him, it appeared as though Gerard smiled when I lifted his foot onto the ottoman for him. I had never really massaged a foot before, so I felt a little lost in terms of what I was doing. Nevertheless, something compelled me to raise my hands and begin working my hands on his right foot. I started by rubbing my thumbs over the arch That felt reasonably effective. The fabric of his sock helped my fingers to glide over his skin due to decreased friction, though I wondered whether that actually helped the massage or not.
I continued to press into the arch for about a minute and as I did, I noticed feeling a certain toughness around the heel of his foot. Intuitively, my thumbs began slowly sliding lower and lower until they were kneading into the points of the arch that connected into the heel. Gerard quietly sighed and groaned above me as I did. I took that to mean this was an area where I lot of pressure built up. Slowly, I worked around other parts of his heel, gently lifting his foot to rub the very bottom. Then I explored rising up to the ball of his foot.
While I did this, I continued to feel a strange sensation in my head and chest. It was like a pressure point building in the center of my forehead and stabbing feeling pressing into my chest. I switched which foot I worked on, but noticed that the longer I worked on Gerard’s feet, the more distracting my bodily sensations were. I couldn’t explain it. I had been find being a foot rest, but somehow just massaging his feet was too much? There had to be a reason, but what was it?
“Do you dislike rubbing my feet?” Gerard’s voice rang out from the sea of silence that had built up between us.
“Oh, um…” I paused briefly, though without any specific reason there was nothing more to think about, “I don’t think so per se, Sir… There’s just something weird. I feel… strange.” I tried to parse out an explanation, though it was obviously as unclear as my own understanding.
“Hmm…” He hummed, bringing a hand to his face and thinking. “Let’s try something.” I nodded in assent as he continued, “Close your eyes, and when I ask, tell me whether the sensation is better or worse.”
“Yes, Sir.” I closed my eyes as he said. Unable to tell what was going on, all of my focus went to my other senses, including what I felt inside. I noticed after a few moments that the sensations did actually abate.
Keeping my eyes closed, I replied, “Yes, Sir.”
“Interesting. Keep your eyes closed…” I continued to do as Gerard said and after a moment, I noticed the stabbing sensation and the pressure return. I also noticed something very clear: the smell of his feet was much more intense than it was a moment ago. “What about now?” He asked again.
“It’s words again, Sir.” I replied honestly.
“Hmm…” Gerard hummed again, “You may open your eyes.” When I did, they fluttered open to reveal the darkened gray fabric of his sock less than an inch from my face. His toes stretching just above my nose, placing it directly at the balls of his foot. “It seems it has to do with the smell of my feet. Does it turn you off.”
“No.” I answered quickly, surprising even myself. “I mean, well, it doesn’t turn me off, yeah. But, there’s something about the smell now, I’m realizing. It’s not that it’s bad or anything per se. It’s like… it’s like it reminds me of something.” As I spoke, my voice gradually became clearer. “That’s right. My dad, he- he used to put his feet up after work when he’d evaluate how I was doing in school. Even after I grew up, when I first started working, he’d check in, and he’d always do so right after work, when he’d put his feet up. I was always so stressed. Maybe… maybe I associate this with him.”
“That certainly makes sense to me.” Gerard validated my piecing together of events. “Do my feet particularly smell like his?”
“No, actually, not really. His had a more sour scent to them. Yours are more earthy, more… musky.”
“Heh,” Gerard cracked a smile at my description, “You boys always manage to describe my feet the same.” After a pause, he brought the foot that had continued to hang before my face closer, brushing it against my cheek. “Why don’t we do a little fun experiment, and see if we can change this.”
“How so?” I asked, genuinely interested.
“Well,” Gerard started, bringing his foot back and reaching a hand down to peel off the sock. “I want a boy to enjoy this as much as I do. So if your father stressed you out when he’d expose his feet, why don’t we relax you as you take in mine? Move the ottoman and lie on the ground.”
Though I was uncertain whether I really even wanted to change this reaction I had, as feet weren’t even really something I was turned on by, Gerard’s confidence and decisiveness held a certain sway over me. So, despite any reservations, I lowered myself on to the ground in front of him. He angled his feet so they cupped my face. His flesh was warm and slightly sticky, likely from being trapped in those boots and socks for some time. Though perhaps I had some semblance of disgust feeling his sweaty feet touch my face, something about the feet touching my face being Gerard’s helped to reduce my disgust.
“What turns you on most, boy?” Gerard’s question was simple and to the point.
“Well I have been, uh, pretty vanilla before. So normally I just liked playing with a nice dick, Sir.” It probably sounded so boring to this man, but it was the truth.
“Hmph,” he grinned, “Well I have been told I have a very nice cock. So,” Gerard unzipped the fly of his leather trousers, “what do you think?” In an instance a beautiful dick was exposed already hard with a strand of precum trailing out of it and dripping down. After a moment it fell to my cheek, and for given how hot it was I finally noticed my own dick which was already hard. It had been hard for quite some time, I realized. Despite not being into leather or feet or domination, all we’d done this evening were those things and I was hard as a rock.
“It’s so fucking sexy, Sir.” I gasped upon seeing it. Gerard had a thick, slightly veiny shaft with a head that was around the same size as the shaft, creating a straight and consistent shape. There was foreskin that he gently stroked up and down the head of his cock.
“Mmmm,” Gerard moaned, “as delicious as your disappointment can be, I do think I enjoy that hungry look in your eyes even more.” As he said this, his right foot slowly rose to cover half of my face. “Don’t take your eyes off this cock, boy, and take a deep inhale through your nose.”
I did as he said and sharply inhaled through my nose. That musky, damp scent from before was now much more intense coming from his bare foot. However, as I gazed up at that beautiful, drooling cock, I felt my own only continue to strain in my pants as I breathed in the sweaty scent of his foot.
“It’s so sexy watching your dick press against your pants as you huff on my feet,” Gerard cooed. “I want to see your dick strain harder. Take off your shirt while staying on the ground.” I was intoxicated by the sight of his sexy penis and gorgeous face grinning down at me and mindlessly obeyed. I removed my blazer and quickly unbuttoned my shirt, stripping it off. “A beautiful body for a beautiful boy,” Gerard mused further. “Now tell me, do you enjoy having your nipples played with?” He maneuvered his left foot so it hung over my chest.
“I— I don’t know,” I admitted, my lips brushing against the bottom of his soles as I spoke.
“Hmph,” Gerard grunted playfully, his grin only growing wider. “Why don’t we find out.” With that his other foot descended onto my chest as his big toe gently brushed up against my exposed nipple. It was a little cold in Gerard’s house and so my nipple ended up being very erect. This had the result of the sensation feeling amplified as he brushed his toe against it, and to my surprise an immediate moan escaped my lips. “Mmm… I think someone likes this.” He grinned above me.
Gerard continued to gently flick his big toe over my nipple as he pressed his right foot into my face. Gazing up at him, I watched as he began to stroke his sizable dick, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the mouth-watering head. My mouth began to drool and instinctively my tongue slid out to wet my lips, inadvertently gliding across the sole of his foot. “Fuck,” Gerard moaned above me, his head tilting back.
Something in me stirred watching this. Although I was servicing Gerard and his feet because he enjoyed it, he was doing everything he could to make me enjoy it. And… I was. The pressure in my head and chest had gradually reduced in severity. Sure, Gerard’s feet still smelled cheesy and sweaty, and perhaps licking them was gross in some ways, but seeing Gerard’s head tilt back as a moan uncontrollably escaped his lips… It awakened something in me.
The first lick was unintentional and aside from the sensation, went unregistered on my end. However, without thinking any further, simply leaning into this moment and finally letting go, my tongue slid out once more with intention. It slid across the moist underside of his right foot, absorbing all the sweat that had built up in his socks and boots and as I retracted it and fully tasted the essence of Gerard… I found myself strangely interested. It was salty, as you’d expect, but it also had this earthy taste to it, similar to the scent, and as I was now piecing together likely from the leather he wears. It was altogether… enjoyable. Pleasant. Good, even. My tongue slid out again, wanting to explore this taste further.
“Oh, fuck, that’s a good fucking boy. Lick my sweaty feet,” Gerard ordered through groans of pleasure. With every lick, I could feel the twitch of excitement in his soles, hear the groans of lust escape his lips, and I wanted more. This man who I’d only met just today who had gone out of his way to show me so much kindness and attention, I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to give back to him and then some. My tongue darted through a toe, and I could feel the collection of sweat stick to my tongue, bursting in its assortment of flavors. As if having a mind of its own, my tongue continued to weave through all the toes on his right foot, as Gerard stroked his dick faster. “You’re getting me so fucking close, boy. You want to see me cum? You want to make me cum?” I nodded without hesitation, moaning beneath his foot. “Get my big toe in your mouth and suck, and take whiffs of my feet.” He removed his left foot from playing with my nipple and moved it to my face as well, placing my nose right between his big toe and the second toe, as his right big toe invaded my mouth.
I took deep, deep inhales as my dick continued to strain in my pants. The faint pressure in my chest and forehead mildly returned as I breathed in Gerard’s dank foot aroma with my view of his dick now mostly covered and him no longer distractingly toying with my nipple. Despite this, I remained focused on wanting to please him. I wanted him to cum exactly how he wanted. So I swirled his big toe in my mouth as I grew lightheaded from huffing between his toes. Just as the pain began to become more significantly uncomfortable Gerard’s breathing hiked and he began moaning louder.
“Fuuuuuck, that’s a gooood fucking boy. Such a good boy deserves a reward for worshiping Sir’s feet. Fucking take my cum,” the words practically falling out of Gerard’s mouth as he quickly removed his left foot from my vision and his dick angled downward, spurting over my face. “That’s it. Take it.” As each jet of cum coated my face, I felt my own dick grow closer and closer to climaxing. Not missing a beat, once his own climax finished, Gerard reached down and scooped up his cum onto his thumb which was covered by his leather gloves.
“Take your dick out and stroke to me, boy.” I unwaveringly obeyed his command. “Savor my cum, stroke to its taste.” Gerard then invaded my mouth this his thumb, which I willingly let in. My tongue now exploring its new welcome assailant, tasting the mix of his cum, which was a nice mixture of bitter and sweet, with the earthy taste of the leather glove. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and could felt myself reach the precipice of climaxing as Gerard told me, “You can cum, boy. You have permission to cum.”
Instantly, shot after shot of my own cum erupted from my cock. “Unnfff… Mmmmphhh.” I moaned, sucking harder on his thumb, now likely completely clean of cum.
“That’s it,” Gerard mused above me, stroking my hair with his free hand, “You’ve been such a good boy.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of my climax, letting go all the stress of the day, and weeks that had piled up before it. As I was basking in the sensation, Gerard gently slid his thumb out of my mouth and I felt something gently caress my face. I figured what it was and a light sniff of the air confirmed my suspicion that he’d moved his foot back over. Still savoring the moment, I embraced his gently nudge and turned my head slightly to the left and kissed his foot. “Someone clearly enjoyed this more than he thought he might, eh?”
Blushing, I opened my eyes and give a last peck on the arch before turning my head forward and looking into his eyes gazing down at me with his signature sexy, confident smirk. “I guess, it’s not so bad,” I giggled, watching as his smile grew wider in response to my laughter. “It was nice just…” I paused to find the words, but it seemed Gerard already understood me.
“Letting go of control? Letting me take the reins?”
“Y-yeah,” I nodded, slowly bringing myself upright. Turning to him, I continued, “My job requires the opposite from me. My entire life has been about me gaining complete control over everything. I never realized how… freeing it could be to let go of that control.”
“Oh it can be very freeing,” Gerard agreed, “At least, that’s what all of the boys I’ve played with have said in the past.” He stood up and raised out a hand to help me off the ground. I gently clasped his hand and rose to my feet. “Now, it is getting later and I never want to be a rude host, especially to someone as cute as you. Why don’t I make use some tea and we can talk more about your work. It seemed you alluded to having some problems recently. Perhaps talking about them will help.”
Yet again, Gerard was so kind and sweet, I almost felt a little guilty being treated so well. I’m not sure why, but I did. So my initially reply betrayed my own desires to take him up on the offer. “That’s sweet, but I wouldn’t want to burden you…”
“Nonsense. You aren’t a burden. Besides, let’s just say, I’ve taken a special interest in you compared to those other boys you heard me reference. I want you to stay. Do me that pleasure, would you?”
Once my face grew red and flush hearing such flattery from this man I’d only met a few hours ago. He truly knew how to turn me into putty in his hands, but… the deepest part of me was starting to acknowledge that maybe I liked that. “Oh okay,” I relented, trying to sound playful to hide my sincere delight and infatuation.
“Right this way then. And once we get settled in, you can tell me everything.”
Hello everyone, thank you for your patience. This is a long one, and I think it turned out pretty good, so hopefully that makes up for the delay. Originally this was written for Wade3435; however, I now see that he deactivated :( Still putting this out there as I think others may enjoy it and perhaps he’ll still keep an eye on my account without an account of his own (:
I know the image doesn’t show leather… there’s almost no good leather master pics (which was something Wade was interested in having tied into the story), so I made do with a hot guy with hot feet! Lol
I have another story being worked on that was the request of another user. I hope to get that one out soon as well! Despite leather not being my thing, this pic and the direction I took felt very inspiring which helped me to write as much as I did with this one despite being very busy. Like I said I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know your feedback if you did or if there are any changes you’d love to see in the future. This is a story I could probably keep going for a few other parts, at least. Enjoy (:
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