My Dad's Employee's Feet
by Richie Rich

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So my dad, he used to work in a government 'buildings and regulations' office before he retired.

He had worked at a private buildings firm for most of his career but they ran into financial problems so he jumped ship to a safe job, working for the government. Because of his expertise and experience he joined the government department as the unit manager since they had been on the lookout for somebody with his knowledge for sometime. However, him swooping in and taking this position didn't go down to well with some of the workers who had been there for a number of years, some of them had felt it was there turn for promotion. Because of this, some of them took a dislike to my dad from the beginning. Nothing he did from then changed their opinions of him, so he stopped trying to be Mr. popular and went about his work, after all, he was there to do a job and not play popularity contest.

Anyyyway...In comes me. I picked up on this dislike for my dad one time when I had first visited his office on the way home from school. I dropped in after school and was going to wait for him to finish so I could get a ride home. The employees in the office didn't know I was the boss' son so weren't exactly quiet when they were talking amongst themselves...about him. They were complaining about everything from working hours to dodgy computer equipment. Basically anything for the sake of complaining.

One night when I had come to visit my dad later on, the office was pretty much empty. I sat down on the usual reception seats and waited. A few workers were walking past every now and then. I started to get thirsty, so I got up and went to the staff room because they had a drinks machine in there. I opened the staff room door and walked in. It was a small room with 2 vending machines in the furthest corner, and 2 tables in the middle joined together. Sat at one of the tables was a guy who worked in the office, I recognized him, and he was the one who seemed to dislike my dad the most. It was him I had first heard complaining to a few other guys about work hours when I had first visited. Anyway, I walked over to the machine and chose my drink, out the corner of my eye I seen the guy bend down and he announced to the room (even though I was the only one there)

"God, my feet are hurting"

He bent down and started unlacing his work shoes. By now I had sat down at the opposite end of the table with my drink and was taking small sips of the can. He proceeded to take both his shoes off and prop his feet up on the table.

"Don't mind do you kid?" He asked

"Umm, no" I replied

"Been wanting to take my shoes off all day, my feet are hurting so bad, it's all these hours the boss is making us work...Hope they don't smell bad do they?"

His feet looked really masculine, I mean, this guy wasn't exactly great looking, I'd say he was 30, medium build, brown eyes, slightly unkempt black hair. Decent looking but not great. But his feet made up for it in my opinion. Size 12s, quite wide, meaty toes, basically the perfect man foot. He was wearing black cotton socks, they clung to his feet with the moist of been in his leather shoes all day long. On his toes and heels there was dark sweat patches.

"Err, no... They smell fine" I babbled

"Heh, whatever kid. What you doing in here anyway. Whose kid are you? I thought everyone had gone home already. Hey, you listening to me kid?"

I couldn't keep my eyes of his feet. He flexed his toes when he spoke and swapped his feet round on the table, right over left, then left over right. I started to smell them as well. Not so bad at first but given a minute and his foot smell had started to fill the room, and I had front row seats.

"Hey, you liken' my feet, kid? Can't keep your eyes off them can you?"

"I errr" I hadn't realized I was full on staring at his feet, I mean I hadn't realized he had noticed anyway.

"Come and have a closer look if you want kid" He said

He flexed his toes again and the cotton socks stretched against the bottom of his feet, I got to see a quick flash of his bare soles through the cotton. And I was loving it. I have to admit, at this stage in my life I wasn't sure if I was actually gay or not, but I did find myself looking at guys feet in the changing rooms at school after PE lessons.

I nervously moved my chair round the table and sat down again, right at his feet. They looked (and smelled) amazing up close. My face was a couple of inches from his feet now. And he was still flexing his toes, man this guy know how to wind someone up with his feet. The heat from his feet was warming up the area around my face; along with the moist socks it felt quite humid. But I didn't care; all I knew is that I wanted his feet. I wanted to hold them, caress them, kiss them, lick them.

"So what do you think kid? Liking what you're seeing?" He said, moving his feet apart so I could see his face.

He had a smirk on his face, a smirk a man gets when he knows he has the power in a given situation. The smirk of knowing he's the dominant male. After all, what man wouldn't like having a younger, weaker male at his feet? It's nature, the lower males belong lower down, bowing down to the alpha male.

"I guess." I said, reaching for his feet. "Want a foot massage?"

"Sure kid" He replied. I sensed a slight sneer in his voice.

I grabbed hold of his right foot. It was really warm as I had expected and moist to the touch. I started kneading his foot with my thumbs from heel to toes. I rubbed the sweaty patches onto my thumbs. I shifted position on my chair and adjusted my line of sight so I could see nothing but his feet in front of my face. I continued rubbing his manly feet, paying attention to his big toe, flexing it backwards and forwards. Rubbing all his smaller toes at once with my thumbs. I moved onto his other foot and gave it the same attention. He stayed quiet throughout the massage apart from an occasionally grunt when I would rub his big toes, they must be particularly sensitive.

It would sound strange to anybody else without a foot fetish, but I felt at home at this mans feet. This was where I belonged, serving his feet while he sat back enjoying my work. It felt as though I had found my calling in life, to serve other males feet.

After 15 minutes or so he spoke up

"Hey, doing a great job there kid. So kid, what are you doing here? You didn't answer before. I take it you're not just here to see to my feet for me are ya? He started laughing at this, little did he know I would go to the end of the world for his feet.

"I'm meeting my dad to get a ride home" I spoke up from his feet

"Oh, who's your dad kid?"

"The boss" I said quietly

"What?! You're the bosses kid?" He said.

"Oh hahahaha. Wait till I tell the boys this. I had the bosses kid sit at my feet and give my stinking feet a rub" He pushed his feet closer to my face at saying this.

I was still rubbing his feet and didn't move back when his feet got closer. I wanted them to be closer; I wanted to taste his male sweat. I wanted to feel the bottom of his feet on my tongue.

"How about you take my socks off kid, start working on my feet directly" His attitude had changed now, he knew the offspring of his hated boss was under his feet and he wanted him to stay there. He wanted me to show him the respect my dad never did, he wanted me to know who the boss was here.

"Wait, before you take them off, how about you give them a taste, tell me what a days worth of sweaty sock tastes like?" He sneered

My heart kicked up another gear, banging against my chest. I lent forward, stuck my tongue out and placed it firmly on his socked heel. I immediately tasted salty sweat. I wondered if he had lied about a days worth of sweat, it tasted like he had worn them for at least a couple of days. I dragged my tongue up his sole, past the ball of his foot, all the way to the tip of his big toe. I retracted my tongue and washed saliva over it in my mouth, it tasted great. Really salty, slightly leathery, but had a unique 'tang' to it, like a drug I had to taste it again. On his other foot now, I placed my mouth on his heel and started sucking. Sucking his sweat out of his worn sock. Yes this was my place in this world. I sucked and sucked on his heel. Everything else sort of blurred in the room. When I took my mouth off his foot I realized he had started laughing at me.

"Hey kid, you really do like my feet don't you" In between laughs, " So what do they taste like? What do my sock taste of?"

"They taste sweaty" Not knowing how else to describe them. I wanted him to know they tasted like heaven, but how could I say that to him?

"Ahahahaha. No shit Einstein" He barked back

"Now, get them socks off, get a taste of my bare feet kid"

I pulled his socks off one by one. I wanted to suck every drop of sweat out of them, but the main course was waiting for me. When I had removed the socks, I just sat there gawping. This guy did have amazing feet. So masculine, everything a mans foot should be. He flexed his toes again. He scooted forward on his chair and pushed his feet onto my face. They made a slapping sound on my forehead. His feet just about completely covered my face, my nose poking out from between them. They were really warm and moist. He removed them after a minute or so and they were slightly stuck to my face, they must of left a thin film of his foot sweat over my face. I could still smell them, my face smelt of his feet. He propped his feet up again on the table.

"Heh, go on then kid, taste my feet" He said wiggling his meaty toes. "Wait, ask me if you can taste my feet" He laughed

He was loving every minute of this, he was probably imagining my dad at his feet, he wanted to hear me ask for his feet. Just another way to show his male dominance. Having another male asking to kiss your sweaty feet, he was loving it.

"Please...can I taste your feet?" I muttered

"Yes you may" He answered, laughing again

I grabbed hold of his right foot and inspected it. Lots of black fluff in between his toes left from his socks. His heel was slightly callused around the outer edge, same with his big toe. I wanted to taste this first; I licked the callus on his heel, rough skin on my tongue. I kissed his heel. Then moved to his arch, licking it like crazy. Soft fleshy arch, tasted great. Working my way upwards towards his toes, licking every inch of foot on the way. That 'tangy' taste was stronger the further up towards his toes I got. Upon reaching his toes, I removed my mouth and inspected his foot again. I just had to taste the sweaty fluff clinging in-between his toes. I stuck my tongue in-between his big and second toe and twisted it around to gather all the toe jam I could, it was a treasure, a treasure I didn't intend to leave behind. I pulled my tongue back in and washed it around my mouth, then swallowed it. IT, the left over fluff from this mans socks, damp with his foot sweat.

"How does it taste down there kid? You enjoying my toe jam? Looks like you are"

I continued licking in-between his warm toes, getting every last piece of fluff out. I wanted more, I wanted his big toe in my mouth, and I wanted to make oral love to his big toe, the last stage of total respect. I could never dream of giving a man like this oral sex, so his big toe would have to do, that is all he would let me have. The lowest part of his body is all I can have in my mouth.

I stood up and lowered my mouth over his big toe, he wiggled it around in my mouth, exploring my mouth with his big toe, pushing it into my cheeks and rubbing it on them, scraping the roof of my mouth with his thick toenail. I started suckling gently, rubbing my tongue on the underside of his toe; I tried generating more saliva to envelop his toe in my spit. It started making 'schmaching' sort of sounds with each suck and saliva was dribbling down his foot. He found this hilarious, the spectacle of me sucking on his big toe with much gusto.

"Wow kid, go on, get it in, pretend it's a cock, go on....make love to my big toe...Ahaha"

And I intended to. I sucked for all I was worth. I must have been sucking for a good 10 minutes. My jaw had started to ache and my tongue was beginning to sore. I removed my mouth and cleaned up his foot from my excess saliva, licking it off.

"That felt good kid; you give a good toe job. You should be proud of yourself". Feeling proud at been good at sucking on another males big toe. Yes I was.

"Well I'd love to stick around and play with you some more, but I've got to get home. The Mrs. will be wondering where I am. Heh imagine the look on her face if I was to tell her I was staying late at the office so the bosses kid could suck on my toes. Haha."

With that he took his feet off the table and starting putting his socks back on, he didn't bother wiping my spit of his feet, maybe he wanted to keep it on them for some reason. He jammed his feet back into his shoes and laced them up.

"Well, at least my feet aren't hurting as much anymore kid. The most I could of hoped for at home was a 2-minute foot rub off my wife. Maybe I'll see you round"

Just then my dad appeared in the doorway

"Wondered where you'd got to. Come on we're off...Oh, hey Rob, hope he wasn't getting under your feet to much, I told him to stay in the reception area until I was finished." My dad said.

"Oh no, no problem boss, you have a great kid there. Can be under my feet any time he wants" He winked at me when he said that, then was out of the door.

That wasn't the first time I got to taste his feet either. And not only him, you can imagine the other blokes in the office wanted a piece of the boss’s son as well. They all wanted me at their feet, it was a purely dominance thing, and boy did they like it.

I'll write about that another time maybe.