Dad's Footslave: Part 4
by Dad's Mat

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It seemed like they kissed forever.

I had been under my Dad's weight for most of the time since yesterday. I had learned how to bear this burden. However, now I was under the weight of two full grown men. I was struggling mightily. Finally, Master stepped off me. His friend continued to stand on me with his tennis shoes. He said to my Master "Rob isn't this your son? Are you sure that this is okay?" Dad replied to his friend "Mario, this kid is a worthless piece of shit!" He is not the son that I had wished for." By chance I turned him into my footslave yesterday afternoon." "I intend on sharing him with you."

"Okay Rob." "Whatever you say" he chuckled. Mario stepped from my chest and returned to Dad's car. He returned with two bags. He stepped on my belly without looking down when he returned. Master then said "Horse." I got on all fours and Master sat down with his legs over my shoulders. Mario sat down behind him, carrying his bags. "This is great" Mario said. "We have our own beast of burden!"

I was mortified! I was barely able to carry my Dad, let alone both of them. I surely would be severely punished if I didn't carry these masters to where they wanted to go. I tried to move, but I lurched forward as my arms gave out. My face smashed into the carpet. The full weight of both adults rested on my back causng the air to rush from my lungs. "MMMMMFFF" I grunted.

Master was furious. "You have embarassed me in front of my friend, you worthless little slave!" "You sure better start working out because I expect you to be able to carry two masters at a time." "Now get on all fours for your punishment!" I did as I was told. Next came the kick to my side. Master viciously continued to kick until he got to ten. I squealed with each kick. He laughed. "Now slave, take Master Mario to my bedroom so he can leave his bags there and then bring him back to the sofa, footboy." Master Mario sat on my back and took him to the bedroom. It was a little easier carrying this jock as he was slightly lighter than my Dad. I carried him to the sofa. Master was still waiting by the door. I was glad to let him ride me to the sofa.

"Footmat Boy" Master commanded. "On your back!" I did as I was told, squeezing into the area between the coffee table and the sofa. They both lifted their feet to let me find my place. "This really is my place" I thought. "Right here...beneath two sexy hunk's feet. They lowered their feet. Dad place his own my stomach. Master Rob put his tennies on my face. "Clean Master Marios shoes" Master barked. I licked his shoes, making sure that I didn't miss a spot. Master fiddle with the tv remote until he found a movie to both of their liking. "Now smell his socks pussyboy." I removed Master Mario's shoes. The stench was overpowering. These men must have ate at the clubs outdoor dining because it was obvious that they hadn't showered and still had the clothes on that they had worn during their tennis match. These socks were not only rank, but they were damp from sweat. I could see the outline of Master Mario's sole on his socks. I spent the next half hour sniffing and worshiping this man's socks. "How does it smell down there slave" my master asked. All I could say was "Mmmfff." "Now clean his feet." I removed his socks with my teeth. His feet smelled of dirty tennis shoes. I licked each foot lovingly. I cleaned each toe and in between making sure that they were spotless.

Master said to Mario "Why don't you get a shower? "Okay, my love" You would never have known that these men liked men. They both acted like straight jocks. "Slave, you stay here." Master Mario stood up on my face and walked off to get his shower. Master stood up on me and the walked between the tv and the coffee table. "Over here, on your back!" I crawled to where he pointed and got on my back. Master then straddled my chest with his feet to the side of it. He then sat down on my belly. Put your legs up so I have a back rest. I pulled them up and my master leaned back. "You are quite a comfortable chair, slave." Master then placed his tennis shoes on my face.

Once again my sore body was under my master's full weight. I knew what to do. My tongue licked until there wasn't a speck of dirt on Master's shoes. He leaned forward to take them off. His butt compressed my belly even more. He leaned back and I began to worship. They didn't smell clean anymore, but still were delightful. They were damp and musky. Finally, I finished up witha good cleaning of his barefeet. By this time, Master Mario had returned. Master told him meet me in the bedroom Mario." "Sure will Rob. I thought you would never ask." Master got off me and went to the bedroom. He told me to meet him in the bathroom.

I went where I was told. Master came in and was carrying one of the bags which they had brought with them setting it down near the tub. "On your back, slave." Of course I did what I was told. Master then stepped on me with his barefeet. He took off his shirt and then slowly dropped his shorts, lifting each foot as he stood on me. He did the same with his jockstrap, kicking it to my face. It smelled wonderful. I wasn't worthy of having it on my nose. He got off me and told me to lay on my back in the tub. He turned the water on and put the stopper in. The water started to fill the tub. Was my Dad going to drown me? He said, "Slave, you are going to was your Master and you better do a good job!" He stepped into the tub and sat his naked butt onto my chest.

He put his legs out over mine and gave me a soapy rag. I reached around to clean his chest. Then under his arms. Then his back and butt. The water was getting deeper. I was going to die. Suddenly he reached into the bag. He brought out a long pieve ov pvc pipe and shoved it into my mouth. I now had a snorkle. The water rose over my head. My master relaxed on me. This is where I belonged...beneath him. I heard him release the stopper to let the water drain. He turned the shower on and told me to clean his legs. He turned around to face me sitting on my belly. I was able to wash his muscular thighs. He stood up on my chest and I washed his calves. He finished the areas that I couldn't reach. He got out of the tub,dried off and told me to do the same. Then I should come to his bedroom.

When I entered both masters were on the bed. Master motioned for me to join them. He said "On your back." Once I was in position, Master sat down on my belly with his naked butt. I gave him a backrest with my legs. He stretched his legs over my body. Master Mario sat on his lap. They started making out. It seemed like an eternity as they crushed my body. Finally they got off and started to make love. I licked both of their feet as they moaned with pleasure.

I spent the rest of the night at their feet. That's where I belonged.

Master Mario left early next morning. They didn't want to risk being caught by my mother.

I got Dad's breakfast and went to the couch to wait for him. I pulled a pair of shorts on. He was going to think what he was going to do about Mom and my new status. He came to the sofa and sat down on my stomach. "I don't know what I am going to do slave. I finally found a use for you but don't know if your Mother will approve."

It was a good thing that Master Mario was gone. The door opened. It was Mom. She was home early. She looked at my Dad sitting on me. He started to stutter. Then he said "Marsha, I finally have found a use for our worthless son." I have turned him into my footslave."

I looked at Mom. Surely she wouldn't approve. She walked over to Dad and sat down on his lap. Holy crap, both of my parents were sitting on me. She kissed him and said "Rob, I'm glad that you found a use for this worthless piece of crap." He can be your footslave." "You can use him for whatever you want as long as he cleans the house and cooks for me." I know that you wanted a real son. One that would take after you. My body just wasn't made for having children. That's why I talked you into adopting this boy." "Are you sorry? "Hell no!" It isn't every day that a fella has his own footslave."

I am my father's footslave and I love it!