GoonerSniffer

It wasn’t long before he had me on my back in my underwear. All of our shirts were off. He shoved his boyfriend’s face down against my bulge and told me to kiss his own hard cock through his boxer briefs.

“I want what’s mine to learn how to play together,” he said as he rubbed his bulge between my lips.

I’d been wondering ever since I heard about Evan if that meant me and my brother were done, if I was meant to move on from all the years of serving him, of taking his cum and piss, of licking his entire body from head to toe.

I guess I got my answer.

Later that night, as a movie played and he sat between us with his arms around our shoulders, my brother said, “In a year, we’ll add one more.” He squeezed my shoulder. “That’ll be your husband.” He squeezed Evan. “And you’ll be mine.” He pushed our faces together until Evan and I made out in front of him.

He pulled us apart. “But all three of you will be owned by me. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” we both said. He looked at me, and I corrected myself. Unless he had his dick out, he wasn’t my ‘sir.’ He wanted to be called…

“Yes, big bro.”

Picture source: @grsuttfeet

Calvin woke up groggy. He had a a gag in his mouth and duct tape wrap around his face and mouth to keep the gag in. He looked and saw that he was also tied up on the floor in front of a chair. He wasn't familiar with his surroundings. He then heard someone coming into the room. He saw it was his coworker from the office. They both were going for the same position in the office that became available.

Rick looked down at Calvin nicely tied up and gagged from last night when he brought him to his place after the company party.

"You're probably wondering why you are tied and gagged in my place." Rick paused. "I want the position, but i needed to make sure I am the only option. So you will make a great footrest for now." He added as he went to sit down on his chair. He slowly lowered his socked feet down on top of his face. He wiggled his toes on his new footrest.

Calvin could only mumble since he had a gag in his mouth. He tried to get away from the slightly stinky pair of socks, but it was no use. The foul odor was all in his nose as the sole of the sock covered his face.

"Stop moving, you're a footrest. Get used to it." Rick commanded as he adjusted his feet over Calvin's face.

Calvin remembered having a lot to drink on the previous night at the company party. He was a little intoxicated and no one wanted him to drive home under the influence. He remembered someone offered to take him home. He remembered passing out in their car. He now realized who had offered to give him a ride home. He struggled in the bindings, but they held tight. He wasn't getting free any time soon.

"Struggle all you want, footrest. You aren't going anywhere." Rick had a smirk on his face. "So be a good piece of furniture while I relax." He laughed as he continued to rest his feet on his squirming footrest.

Calvin found himself tied, gagged and forced to be used as furniture by Rick, hoping he would free him soon. He didn't want to remain a piece of furniture in his place for long.

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For the past three days, Calvin was bound and gagged. Rick would come home for work and they gym, Rick would come and relax on the couch wihile using him as his personal footrest. From sweaty socks to stinky socks, he was forced to smell them while he relaxed above him. Rick had promised to release him from being a footrest once they had confirmed that he had the job since the other person had missed the second interview.

Rick removed the gag from Calvin's mouth. "HR said I got the position. You failed to make the second interview." He smirked, looking down at Calvin. "Oh well, you stil have a job though." He added.

"Okay, you promised to let me go once you got the position in the office. Untie me." Calvin demanded now that he was no longer in the running for the open position on the job. "Three days of smelling you foul feet is enogh." He added.

"Yeah, about that." Rick paused. "I said I would release you, just not in the way you are expecting. You won't be a footrest anymore." He said while opening the app on his phone. He put in the setting for a pair of socks. He pointed the phone camera at Calvin. "No more footrest like I promised." He hit the flash option.

Calvin found himself unable to move or speak. At least he didn't feel the ropes anymore. Yet, he still felt powerless. He soon felt two hands pick him up. He tried to squirm, but he couldn't even though that. Every word he wanted to say were just only thoughts. He had no mean to vocalize anything.

"Your new job is to be my socks." Rick smirked as he held Calvin-turned-socks in his hands. "You feel really good. I wonder how you will feel on my feet."

"NOOOOOOOO! Change me back. I had enough of your feet as your footrest. This is even worse. Please change me back!" Calvin mentally pleaded as he dreaded the next part.

Rick took off his sweaty gym socks and put on his new pair os socks. He wiggled his toes in them. He knew his feet were still a bit sweaty from the gym, but that would be Calvin's problem, not his. "Oh yeah, you feel good down there. You was a great footrest, but an even better pair of socks." He laughed as he continued to wiggle his toes in his new socks.

Calvin now could taste both pair of feet as though they were in his mouth. He could taste all the sweat that had built up on his owner's feet from his time at the gym. He could smell the strong musky odor of his feet as though it was entirely up his nose. "Enough, Enough, please change me back, Rick. This is even worse than before." He mentally pleaded, hoping Rick would change him back to normal.

Rick smirked down towards his new pair of socks. He had durabilty to the transformation so that Calvin would be his socks for many years without being damaged.

"May not have been the job you wanted, but at least you have job security on my feet." Rick laughed as he turn on the tv to watch his favorite tv show on Netflix. He wiggle his toes again in his new socks. He definitely was going to enjoy his new pair of socks.