by Gagged Feet
Taylor pushed his blond hair out of his face, letting off a frustrated sigh.
It was Saturday, and he once again had to go into work. He enjoyed doing IT work, but he felt like a slave to his work. Whenever Mr. Mancini asked him to come in, he had to say yes. He felt powerless.
Worst of all, he had to go in knowing that Mike was going to be there. Mike was a nice enough kid, just out of college, but Taylor found him to be a bit odd. He was always rambling on about something, but would never look Taylor right in the eye. Taylor was already bothered as it was, so he was in no mood to deal with Mike’s annoying quirks today.
Letting off one last sigh, Taylor finished getting ready. Since it was Saturday, he didn’t have to wear anything special. He threw on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. After fastening his belt, he slid his feet into his boat shoes and headed out the door.
20 minutes later, he arrived at work. Having to come in at all hours, he was able to let himself in and out of the office. He got to work quickly, hoping he wouldn’t be stuck at the office all day. He had barely started when he saw Mike walk in. Taylor couldn’t help but roll his eyes seeing that Mike had on a dress shirt and tie.
“You know you don’t have to dress that way on weekends,” Taylor called out, startling Mike.
“Oh . . . uh . . . yeah, I know. Trying to make a good impression,” Mike stuttered out.
“Only me here today,” answered Taylor. “No one to impress.”
Mike just gave a shy smile, staring more towards the ground than at Taylor’s face. His eyes seemed to widen a little when Mike looked down, but Taylor didn’t really think much of it. Taylor just rolled his eyes again and got back to work. Taylor figured out what the problem was. Some idiot had accidentally opened a virus and it spread throughout the system, causing it to shut down. Taylor was silently cursing whoever did this. He would make sure to find out. Mr. Mancini already said that if someone was doing something they weren’t supposed to at work, they were gone.
Taylor was at his computer, trying to fix the problem as quickly as possible. Glancing up, he noticed Mike looking at him. Rather, he caught Mike looking down towards his feet, but then looking back at his computer nervously. Taylor stopped what he was doing, and went in a different route. He knew he could easily get the problems fixed, but was now interested in what caused the virus.
One of the perks of being the IT guy was that Taylor had access to everyone’s system. In virtually no time, he realized the problem started at Mike’s station. Again, after only a few minutes, he realized someone had been a very naughty boy. Mike apparently had a thing for guy’s feet, and he was looking at a website he was not supposed to be looking at during work time. Taylor smiled, knowing that he could be rid of a nuisance at work, but the smile turned more into an evil grin.
Taylor casually slipped off his boat shoes, exposing his bare feet. He flexed and curled his toes in plain sight. He pretended to look up something on his computer while he glanced at Mike out of the corner of his eye. Mike was clearly gawking at Taylor’s feet. Suddenly, Mike shut his computer down and stood up.
“I . . . uh . . . I did enough for today. I-I-I think I’ll get going now.” This time Mike didn’t have his normal shy smile.
“Hold on one sec,” Taylor quickly said, smiling. “Can you come here for a minute?” He waiting a few seconds before saying, “I just want to show you something.” Mike seemed to visibly relax, thinking Taylor was going to say something much worse. He walked over and when he looked at Taylor’s computer, his jaw dropped. His profile on a particular foot website was up.
“Someone’s been a bad boy,” Taylor simply said, never losing eye contact with Mike, making sure his coworker would look him in the eyes.
“I-I can ex-explain,” Mike began talking. “Yes, I was on this website at work. It was only once. It was last week, when I had to stay late. I was supposed to meet up with someone . . .” Mike stopped talking. He realized he just admitted to Taylor that he was going to meet up with a guy from a foot website. He quickly changed his course. “Please, please, please don’t tell Mr. Mancini. This is my first job out of college, and I can’t lose it. I just moved out on my own. This will ruin my reputation.” Mike was talking a mile a minute.
“You know, I don’t have to tell Mr. Mancini,” Taylor said calmly. “I can tell him it came from an outside source. He doesn’t know anything about computers.” Mike let out a heavy sigh of relief.
“Oh, wow, yeah, I really appreciate that,” Mike said. “I guess I’ll get going.”
“Not so fast,” Taylor responded. He almost had to laugh as even as Mike was begging for Taylor not to tell, he kept glancing at Taylor’s feet. Through the entire conversation, Taylor never stopped curling his toes. “Get down and smell them,” Taylor calmly said, but with an edge in his voice.
“Wh-what?” was all Mike could say.
“Get down and smell them,” Taylor again stated, but with more of an edge to his voice. “Do you think I didn’t read your profile before calling you over? You wanna submit to another guy’s feet? Is that what you were going to do when you met up with that guy? Looks like from your messages, you never go the chance. So, get down there, and smell my feet.”
All Mike could do was get down on his hands and knees. He put his face up to Taylor’s soles and began to inhale the scent. They were musty, having spent a couple hours in boat shoes. Mike couldn’t believe this was happening. He had a crush on Taylor since he started a few months ago. He wasn’t even sure if Taylor was gay. Every time they would talk, Mike glanced down out of embarrassment over his crush and to glimpse at Taylor’s shoes. He always wanted to know what they looked like. He remembered a few weeks ago, Taylor came into work on his day off to drop something off. He came in wearing flip flops. Mike thought Taylor had the most perfect toes, and was dreaming of the day he could have them in his mouth. He was unbelievable turned on at the moment, his cock already dripping with precum.
Taylor almost couldn’t believe what was happening. He told Mike to sniff his feet, and Mike did it. He must really want to keep his job. As soon as Mike started to smell, Taylor felt a stirring in his shorts. He didn’t talk much about his personal life, but Taylor was gay. He never thought Mike was bad looking, but the annoying factors seemed to outweigh his relative hotness. What really turned Taylor on was the power. He told Mike to do something, and Mike obeyed. Taylor was thinking earlier how he had no control over his life, so this was a dream come true. He wanted to see how much further he could go.
“Get up,” Taylor demanded. Mike almost seemed reluctant to stand up. At first Taylor thought it was because he was having too much fun at his feet. But, when Mike stood up, Taylor noticed Mike was hard as a rock. Again, Taylor could only smirk.”
“Take your clothes off,” Taylor said, following quickly with, “I don’t want to have to say it again.” Mike quickly undressed, standing there completely naked, his dick pointing outwards. Taylor was sufficiently impressed with what he saw. Mike had to be at least 7.5 inches. Taylor let his eyes linger before commanding Mike to get back on the ground. This time, he told Mike to lie on his back.
Mike went down on his back, and Taylor put his sole right over Mike’s nose. “Smell it!” Taylor commanded. He could see Mike’s dick throb even more when he sniffed Taylor’s sole.
“You are really liking this, aren’t you, you freak?” Taylor asked.
“Yes,” Mike replied.
“Yes?” questioned Taylor.
“Yes, sir,” Mike quickly corrected himself.
Taylor simply nodded before commanding Mike to lick his soles. Mike quickly obeyed, licking every inch of Taylor’s soles. He even got in between each to. Taylor had to admit he was surprised at how amazing it felt. The idea of having a naked guy servicing him was hot enough, but having his feet played with was turning him on more. Taylor began to rub hand down his shorts. He glanced down and noticed Mike beginning to stroke himself. Taylor yanked his foot away and stood up.
“Did I tell you that you’re allowed to touch yourself?” Taylor asked.
“N-no, sir,” Mike responded. He looked over and saw Taylor grab the necktie he discarded when he got undressed. Walking back over, Taylor sat Mike up, and yanked his arms behind his back.
“We don’t want you breaking even more rules, now do we,” Taylor said, almost sadistically, as he tied Mike’s arms behind his back. Satisfied that Mike was securely bound, Taylor pushed him back down using his foot. Standing over Mike, Taylor shoved his toes back into Mike’s mouth. Taylor removed his shirt and started to pinch his own nipples. He was enjoying this way more than expected, and was beginning to think that this shouldn’t be a one-time event. Taylor reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He began to snap pictures of Mike sucking on his toes. Mike discarded Taylor’s toes from his mouth.
“What are you doing, sir?” Mike asked. “Why are you taking pictures? You’re not going to show them to anyone, are you? This has been fun, but I think it’s time to stop.” Once again, Mike was talking a mile a minute.
Wordlessly, Taylor walked over to Mike’s clothes and picked up his socks. Rolling one up, he bent down, facing Mike. Before Mike could get out another word, Taylor shoved his sock into his mouth.
“You really need to know when to shut up,” Taylor simply stated. Mike began to buck, trying to get free. Taylor rolled his eyes (he realized he seemed to do that a lot when Mike was around) before taking Mike’s other sock and used it to bind his ankles. Taylor removed his belt and flipped Mike onto his stomach. Before Mike could react, Taylor had secured his belt, connecting Mike’s wrists and ankles, effectively hogtying him.
“Now, now,” Taylor said reassuringly, “you’re getting what you always wanted. Your profile said you wanted to be tied and used. However, I noticed something your profile said. You said the one thing you hate is being tickled.”
Mike heard his profile being read and began to panic. He tried to get free, but knew he was trapped. Taylor did a really good job at securing him. If he wasn’t a little freaked out, Mike probably would’ve thought this was hotter (he still thought some of this was insanely hot; he hoped Taylor wasn’t a psycho). He tried to protest, but the sock in his mouth was an effective gag that he couldn’t spit out. Mike was resigned to his fate.
Taylor walked over to Mike and simply brushed his index finger over Mike’s sole. Mike shuddered. Taylor realized that Mike wasn’t lying. That boy was incredibly ticklish. Mike snapped a few more pictures of Mike before sitting down next to him.
“You know, if you were good boy, I wasn’t even going to tickle you. All you had to do was do what I told you.” Taylor said this calmly, as if he and Mike were having a normal conversation. He grabbed Mike’s size 12 feet and began to run his fingers feverishly over Mike’s soles. Taylor had never seen someone react like Mike before. He was bucking, twitching, and shuddering almost uncontrollably. The site only made Taylor harder. The feeling of being in complete control was intoxicating. Wondering what Mike enjoyed, he quickly sniffed Mike’s soles. He was surprised to find the scent nice.
Taylor worked his fingers over other parts of Mike’s body. He tickled Mike’s stomach and his armpits. These caused Mike to have the same reaction as when his feet were touched. Mike was ticklish everywhere, it seemed. As he worked his way up, he pinched Mike’s nipples, the way he touched his own earlier. Mike moaned through the gag, only causing Taylor more tightness. Taylor stood up and removed his shorts and boxer briefs.
He leaned over, almost whispering in Mike’s ear, “I’m going to take the sock out of your mouth. I will undo the hogtie, but your arms and legs will remained tied up. You will continue doing as I say, and I will take as many pictures as I want. If you continue giving me problems, I will post your little profile and these pictures on everyone’s computer, including Mr. Mancini’s. I may even just decide to leave you here until Monday morning. Are we clear?” Taylor took the sock out of Mike’s mouth.
“Yes, sir,” was all Mike could say. Taylor unfastened his belt, freeing Mike from the hogtie. He sat down and placed both of his feet at Mike’s face, commanding him to once again worship. Mike did as he was told, licking Taylor’s soles and sucking his toes with as much zeal as he had earlier. Mike’s dick was standing at attention.
Taylor couldn’t keep his eyes off of Mike’s cock as he began to stroke his own. He began to explore Mike’s body with his feet, rubbing them up and down Mike’s stomach and chest. He continued downward, stopping with one foot pressed against Mike’s dick. Taylor began to rub Mike with his foot. Taylor’s toe was soaked in precum, so he brought it back up to Mike’s mouth and shoved it in, forcing Mike to taste his own precum.
Taylor moved back and continued jerking off Mike with his feet as he did the same to himself with his hands. He would alternate between using both of his feet to having one foot on Mike’s dick, and one rubbing his balls. The only sound coming from Mike was the occasional moan. Mike’s dick was twitching, and Taylor looked over, nodding, giving Mike permission to talk.
“I’m close, sir,” was all Mike said. Taylor sat down next to Mike and began jerking him off with his hand. Taylor placed his foot at the head of Mike’s cock and stroked faster. Mike nearly yelled as he exploded seemingly everywhere. Mike’s cum landed on his stomach, his chest, and all over Taylor’s foot. Mike continued to breathe, trying to catch his breath.
“Clean it off,” was all Taylor said, forcing his foot towards Mike’s mouth. Mike was reluctant, but knew he had no choice. Taylor snapped some pictures of Mike lucking and sucking his cum-covered foot. Loving the feeling of having the cum licked off of his feet, Taylor sped up his hand as he jerked himself off. He grabbed the Mike’s sock, the one he had used to gag him with. Mike just watched with delight as Taylor shot his load into Mike’s sock. Mike was beginning to think he would never wash that sock again.
Taylor sat back down, exhausted. He looked down at Mike, but it was Mike who spoke first.
“Wow!” Mike exclaimed. “That was so incredibly hot. We’re good, though, right? You’re going to untie me, and you’re not going to tell Mr. Mancini?”
“I’m not going to tell Mr. Mancini,” Taylor assured Mike. “I’m . . .”
Taylor was cut off by Mike. “Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how worried I was. OK, cool, you can untie me now. I think my hands fell asleep.”
“As I was saying,” Taylor said, the edge returning to his voice. He stood up and walked over to Mike. “I still have to fix your screw up, and I’m behind schedule now. So, I’m going to finish my work, and you’re going to keep me company.”
Mike began to protest, but Taylor shoved the cum-filled sock back into his mouth. “Once again, you really need to learn when to shut the hell up. You’re cute as hell, but can be really annoying.”
Mike was protesting through the gag, but seemed shocked (and somewhat delighted) to hear Taylor call him cute. Taylor got dressed, putting everything back on except for his shoes. He sat back down at his desk, opened it up, and took his headphones out. Putting them into his ear, he started playing his music. He spent the rest of the afternoon fixed the problem Mike created, using Mike as a footstool, resting his feet over Mike’s chest and feet. Every time it seemed Mike would try to fight, Taylor would threaten him with another hogtie and tickle session. He also made sure to use his toes to press the sock down into Mike’s mouth. He was sure Mike was pleading through the gag, but the music drowned him out.
Suddenly, having to work with Mike on a Saturday didn’t seem too bad.
