The Two Managers, Part 2: David's Managerial Bonus
by Anonymous

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Following on from last time David had discovered my love of male feet and domination by another man. David thought he'd suit this senior role perfectly and at the end of our shifts I was to follow him home.

He opened his door, we had walked there as he (like me) lived locally, and stood back. "Well in you go." I entered in, clutching my bag to my shoulder. Once inside I turned around to see him enter in after me and lock the door. "Through there." He indicated a door at the end of the small corridor. Entering in I found a room filled with clutter and a reclining chair. He followed me in and sat down in the chair. "Strip" he commanded. I simply stood taking in my surroundings, dirty clothes caught my eyes... especially the socks. And there sat the pair of trainers I had so often seen him wearing when off duty and dreamt of sniffing and cleaning for him.

Something hit me and brought me back into the room, it had been a cushion. "I said strip." I apologised profusely before beginning to undress myself in front of him. Once I stood in a puddle of my clothes he told me to turn around, stopping me once I had my back to him. He admired my arse and told me to bend over. I did as instructed and heard him muttering. "Enough of that for now. Get over here on your knees, it's about time you started service." I struggled to not smile at the prospect of what was coming, although I was unsure of what was coming, I knew what I wanted to happen and longed it would. Whilst kneeling at his feet he began to talk to me about how tired his feet were, especially after his long and busy shift in the hotel restaurant.

He placed his shoes upon my thighs and prodded my erect penis with the toe of one of them. "Do you want to make me happy?" I nodded, but he cupped a hand to his ear indicating he wanted an audible response. I shouted back at him 'Yes sir!' "How much do you want to make me happy?" 'I will do whatever it takes sir!' He nodded at this. "Very well, how about you start by kissing my shoes, and I think there might be some gum on the soles you can chew off." I immediately fell down upon the shoes, smothering them with kisses.

As my attention focused on one foot, the other rested on the back of my head, pushing me in further. There was indeed a piece of gum on one of the shoes, which he watched me scrape off with my teeth and ordered me to swallow. I knew it was disgusting, I didn't know how long the gum had been on his shoe or what he'd stepped in... but I needed to. I needed to make him happy. Once he'd watched me swallow, I was ordered to remove one shoe. I did, slowly, with my nose close to the hole from the offset to catch as much of his scent as possible. Once the shoe was removed, I placed it to the side. "Smell the sock, boy."

Immediately I fell hungrily upon his foot, as he other foot still in it's shoe came upon my head and pushed my nose harder into the foot, between the toes. "Smell good?" 'Heavenly master.' I replied, muffled by the fact my mouth was pressed into the carpet.

"Care to taste it?" He didn't wait for a response, and whipped the sock out from under my nose, keeping the pressure on the back of my head as he removed his own sock. Releasing the pressure, I slowly lifted up my head, where he dangled the sock above me.

"Open wide." He dropped the sock into my mouth, pushing the stray part in with his toe.

"Close. Now suck." I sucked the sock, and swilled it in my mouth. The more than moist and warm sensation in my mouth nearly led me to come right there before he ordered me to sit cross legged. There, still sucking the one dirty sock, I held aloft his unsocked foot and massaged it, bringing my fingers to my nose every so often to smell the sweat from them, as he pressed his shoe with great force on my crotch.

Soon I had both socks in my mouth and whilst I massaged the more recently bare foot, he rested the first on my shoulder, tapping the side of my head with it.

He grew bored of me rubbing his feet after about an hour later (alternating between feet) and had me spit out the socks. Placing me head down, with my nose in one of his shoes and my cock in another, he left the room before returning a few minutes later. "I have in my hand a treat for my new slave-boy. After performing so well, I've decided to upgrade your washing machine services to this."

I glanced a look upwards and saw an off-white sports sock, with stains all over it. "This has been my wank-sock for the past two months. I've yet to wash it, but now you will." He had me beg for it, and beg I did, whilst keeping me penis in his shoe as instructed. Finally he allowed me to take the sock into my mouth. "I'm going to go to bed now. You will sleep in here, after you've tidied up the room." He patted my ecstatic face with one foot, "Good boy", and left the room.

To be continued.