Knowing Thyself
by Logan
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I ended up being the first
one at the motel.
Which to be honest wasn't any surprise. I
knew I had to be here early. Not that I
wanted too, and it wasn't just because the place
was a dump. This was the kind of situate
you'd see off the interstate, you'd never take a
second glace passing by. All the cars in
the parking lot were out of state except
mine. Children screamed outside, playfully
running amuck, back and forth from a family
staying in the room above. They were
suddenly silenced when the door thudded shut
behind me.
As I pocketed the door key I could still hear
the muffled clopping from the
balcony. The room was nothing like
the photos I had researched online. The
crisp walls that were featured in bold subtext
"newly painted" were faded. The ceiling
had cracks, the wood molding along the floor
looked like it was coming apart and the air was
stale. The carpeting was coarse, and an
ugly dark green and blue pattered.
Splotchy stains marked the corners and around
the bed, spots where surly a cumbersome floor
cleaner couldn't reach or the lazy attendant
never bothered.
I was not calm, quite the opposite; heart
beating out of my chest, I could hear each
tha-thump in the center of my brain.
Walking to the TV I grabbed the remote which
slipped to the floor. My hands were too
clammy to get any grip. I decided to not
bother picking it back up. I'm not
in any mood to watch anything. A lump
seemed to form in my throat and I can't swallow
it down. What am I supposed to do?
Just wait? Wait for him to come? It
wasn't too late. It could have been just
one big prank. There was a single large
king size bed that took up most of the space in
the room. Moving to the edge I took
a seat. The sheets were thick, and clean
at least. I can smell the fabric's fresh
starch.
My gaze lingered back at the bed, wondering how
I'd be using it this evening. No.
Leaving wasn't an option. He already knew
way too much about me.
It wasn't like I hadn't tried finding out his
identity was when I checked in. Franny, as
the yellow and bold black lettered name tag
indicated, was the front desk supervisor.
She was no help. When I sounded like I was
apparently going to give her trouble. The
overweight broad just stared me down with her
thick green eye makeup, and a cocked pencil
drawn eyebrow.
"Sir all it says here is that you and a
guest..." Her voice lingered. "Have a night
ordered in one of our single rooms. It's
room 143B. It's just out the doors, to the
left and around the corner. Here's your
key."
"C-can't you just tell me who put the deposit
for the room? I know you were told I was
coming, who was it?" My voice came out
shaky.
"The room was booked by another we have here,
but according to this you called in and placed
the deposit sir."
"I didn't - what?"
Her thin peach lips pursed tight and her fine,
dyed mustache hairs sprouted up. Lifting
her sheet she showed me. "This is your
invoice sir."
A shiver crawled up my spine as I stared at my
own name, my personal information, and my
checking account number.
I gulped again. That lump still won't go
down. Looking up the bathroom had its
vanity and sink outside the door. A large
paper cup was wrapped in plastic, and getting up
to it I freed it with shaking hands.
Opening up the spouting tap I got a good half
fill before coughing down the coppery tasting
water.
When was he going to be here? What time
was it? Turning I blinked looking at the
electronic clock on the side nightstand at the
side of the king size bed's headboard.
7:50p.m. ten more minutes. It was in front
of the display though that my gaze
lingered. On the table next to the yellow
lamp, what was that?
I walked up and reached for the small
device. Next to it was a yellow post-it
note. The device looked flesh colored,
smaller than a dime, and had a weird oblong,
triangular shape. Turning I saw a mushroom
clear wedge. I looked at the post-it
reading its fine pen message.
"Wear me?"
I turned the device over a few times with
nimble, careful fingers. Then easing my
hair back from one ear I lifted the device and
fed the clear end in. It fit snug.
There we go. I thought I was going to have
to call your cell phone!
I nearly topple over, one of those moments where
you jump a foot in the air and your legs give
out. I braced my hand against the wall
while cupping my heart. It pumped under my
palm. Grasping the bed then I pulled
myself up. A tremble crawled down my spine
while my heart felt like it wanted to leap out
my throat. This was it. I had had
it. This was ending now!
I reached a shaking hand and tucked a fingernail
at the device. "Ahhh ahh ahh. Hold
it right there Marky boy."
"Wh-who's there? WHO ARE YOU?" I
lowered my hand.
"There's no need to shout. I can hear you
just fine Mark."
"Who are you?" I repeated.
"Who's asking?" The voice responded
evenly.
I shook my head and walked back towards the edge
of the bed. "I am. You were on my
computer, you have pictures of me, and you stole
from me."
"Take a seat Mark."
"Answer my question damn-it!"
The voice got firm. "TAKE A SEAT."
I felt my passion boil, but still shaking I
lowered down on the edge of the mattress.
"Good boy, Mark. Just relax. You'll
need to be calm for your guest."
"You can see?"
"Hallelujah!"
"Ass, I mean you can see in here." I
looked about the room. There was nothing
conspicuous or particularly eye catching about
the motel room. I leaned down at the edge
of the bed. The large older box television
at the front of the room ahead had a combo
VCR/DVD player box below on a separate
shelf. There was a digital reading
of the time there that looked like it was
covered by glass. "You've got hidden
cameras set up here."
"I do, and if you snoop and find them I'll text
everyone on your cell phone contact list the
gratuitous pictures I've got of you." The
voice was suddenly snapped. A solid threat
as I knew all too well what he meant, having
received a couple texts from the photos
myself. A raw pang of fear welled
up. My heart hurt from over exertion and
fingers clenched the bed sheets. I
clenched my eyes as they started to burn and
stifled a dry heave.
"Boo boo boo, none of that now. It's not
fun if you cry."
I remained silent, and breathed through my nose.
The voice went on. "I'm just fucking with
you. You've done everything I've told you
too. Hell just to show you I'm not that
bad a guy, I'll even be up front and
candid. There are multiple cameras in the
room, getting all kinds of entertaining
angles. Each can see in night vision, and
every one is recording your every move in
HD. And yes one is inside the VCR set
ahead of you. Another is in the alarm, and
a third is above your head in the light
fixture. There are precisely three more
but to be honest being recorded is nothing you
shouldn't be used too."
"Why me?" I asked aloud. Eyes still
closed. Before any sign could be seen I
wiped the back of my hand against each corner of
my eyes before opening them.
"You're beautiful." The voice crooned like
svelte. It was calm again which only came
off as creepy. "Because I can and
because it makes my dick hard seeing you in such
a predicament. A cute little cub
like you, please, you thought you were so coy
jumping on that adult camera website.
Thought you would entertain the big boys?
A strong plump chest like yours, a tummy that
knew MccyDee's a little too well, and a big fat
dick to boot, all on display while a chat room
full of guy's who'd worship the ground you
walked on begged for more like dogs. Well
I don't beg."
I gulped knowing what he was talking about,
experimenting with my webcam for the first
time. The raw unnerving fear welled down,
and became replaced with an annoyed
curiosity. Was there a way out of
this? Trying to feign being coy I looked
about.
"You think I'm beautiful? That I don't get
often."
"Well you're no A-list starlet, but you are very
cute Mark."
"I provided you a show."
"That you did, but I wanted more. It's why
I traced your IP address, and why I remotely
turned on your webcam. I wanted to see how
you beefed it when no one was looking. I
got to admit you don't disappoint. Your
dick leaks like it's a faucet."
I could feel my cheeks glow with
embarrassment. It seemed whoever was
watching me could sense so much as well as his
voice turned coy, almost gleeful at his obscene
descriptions.
"The way you'd just have at your meat and piston
like an ape. Most guys thumb and two
finger their piece. You? Your whole
palm just wraps and pumps. Each time you
finish is my favorite part too, you just lick it
all clean like a kid finishing off a maple syrup
pancake breakfast."
I could feel the burning in my eyes weaken and I
lifted back up off the bed. Going back to
the sink I poured another glass and swallowed it
down. My cheeks were burning hotter.
I knew I had to get out of this, get out of this
creep's clutches. Turning back to the room
I looked about, unsure which general direction
to face. "You're good with computers."
"Very."
"Find someone else."
"Well in a way I did. I mean what time is
it? 7:55? Someone else is, in fact,
coming in just a couple minutes."
"I mean I don't want to do this. I'm not
gay!"
"You know I've seen the material you look
up. You could fool me."
"I'm not gay!" I got louder.
The voice sounded annoyed. "What does
being gay have to do with anything?"
The question lingered. I looked about,
first at the digital alarm, then the ceiling
light, then the VCR. "What?"
"What does being gay have to do with anything?"
"It -It has everything to do with this.
It's precisely why you have me here."
"No. What I have you here to do is to
succumb to some of your more primal desires for
my viewing enjoyment."
"Stop it, I'm not a faggot! You're
blackmailing me."
"Don't you EVER use that term!"
"Blackmail?"
"No, blackmail, actually, very adequately
describes what I'm doing to you. What you
will never say again is that evil derogatory
word, 'faggot'. I'd much prefer you use
the term cum swallower, pole sucker, or pillow
biter."
There was no sense in the voice's tone that he
was joking. He just went on.
"I know what you've been looking up when you
think you're alone Mark so no more lying to
me. Any who since we are getting close to
show time I want to make a few things perfectly
clear."
I suppose I wore the dark expression on my face
a little too well. The voice tried to
sound enlightening.
"I know you don't think so but I am actually
looking out for you with the most benevolent of
intentions."
"Fuck you."
The voice went on. "There are three things
that I would like to make known. One is
that I understand this is all new. I will
guide you through this evening. You will
follow each and every explicit detail I
utter. When I say it, how I say it to the
best of your ability. If you are
unable to comply despite your most dutiful
attempts you will not receive retribution, but
if I sense you fail to follow my orders by lack
of trying there will be. All the same to
follow this first and most important rule, is
your goal and all will be well."
"You're a bastard."
"I know. Two is your arriving partner is
under the impression everything is wholly
amicable. Lock, stock, and barrel.
To reiterate Broderick is just a year older than
you and at 25-years-old he is a true
beef-cake. He is a second year senior and
is varsity on his college's football team.
The chap isn't anything too bright, but the
statistics I've read say he is a great
athlete. Must be why despite his poor GPA
he's still riding a full scholar ship.
Anyway I've checked it out and everything is as
he described to you during your Craig's list
correspondence. He really is 6'5, 280lbs
of heavy beef cake material. I can only
imagine what it will be like, pulled into his
mountainous chest, to have his brawny arms
wrapping you all safe and sound in tender heated
embrace."
"I'm not gay!"
"Shuuush! Again not while I'm
talking. His vehicle is literally pulling
into the building now."
Nervously glancing at the door I began to pace
the room back and forth while the voice bore
on. "Broderick is from a heavy religious
family. He may appear to be the all-star
jock with it all, but as he told you the poor
soul has never been with another guy before."
"I haven't either!"
"Which is why I stress his assumption of
amicability, he understands you are a closeted
and frightened of other's finding out."
I paused my pacing and furrowed my brow.
"There's nothing to find out."
"You and he are two guys who've never enjoyed
another male's touch. Society has dictated
both your entire lives that how you feel inside
is a sin, and today you are both going to break
that barrier. He is going to wrap you in
his masculine linebacker arms, and both of you
are going to become free men!"
"I don't want that!"
"You do."
"I don't."
"You do. Believe me, you will most
certainly wilt like a dainty Delilah, like a
southern Tennessee flower in July, when his
great big football playing hands cascade down
your body, and he breathes in your ear that he
wants to make you his woman."
"Shut up. You don't fucking know me" I felt
aggravated and my voice got loud. My hands
balling into fists they were shaking.
"I know you more than you know yourself.
In fact I'm willing to gamble our entire future
on that once caveat."
I fell silent.
"This is the third thing, and while I regard
this as the least important, I'm sure you'll
indubitably consider it the most. I will
leave you at the end of this evening. You
will never be threatened, coursed, communicated
too, or blackmailed by me, and I will feed $5000
into your checking account if you don't
ejaculate at least three times tonight."
That statement hung in the air.
"You've got to be kidding."
"Do I look like I'm kidding? ... No, I am joking
there, I realize you can't see me. Moving
on, nothing but the sheer willpower that you
don't want this will be your only tool.
Even if you want to let loose a little bit, it
will be fine. You will make no attempt to
stop advances towards you. If you are as
every bit the straight shooter you claim to be,
then you've nothing to fear. All the same
you will play this game or Grandma is the first
person I'm sending my cache of high quality
naked Mark jpegs too."
"I'm not going to cum once."
"We shall see. Now put on a big
smile. They're here."
"Smile..." I said aloud, sardonically. The
door's lock started on its own, and turning
towards it I saw the lever pull down.
Opening out a large body of someone I didn't
recognize stepped in followed by the familiar
face from the internet.
TWO of them!!
Broderick was exactly as our correspondence
detailed. Wearing a large pair of
sneakers, dark grey sweats and t-shirt that
stretched over his frame, the baby faced brute
was natural ginger. Freckles speckled his
face and arms. His orange hair was shaved to an
army crop top but he did allow himself have a
healthy grown, reddish brown, goatee. His
size was hulking, offset only by his charming
boyish face. I couldn't help but smile as
he grinned at me. His shoulders were
broad, and his mountainous pectorals and biceps
naturally rolled as he let himself in.
Stepping inside his brow ridged up looking about
the condition of the room. He notably
brightened up as padded his giant frame over and
whacked a heavy mitt on the side of my
arm. "Hey there, Mark! Thanks or
getting the room. Are you ok?"
I gasped having to stop myself from rubbing my
arm. The kid would pull a punch.
"Ye-yea, I'm fine."
Broderick frowned and returned his hand to the
spot he whacked. The massive palm pressed
and rubbed. "Sorry just a little
excited."
With a shaky exhale, I breathed back in.
His touch felt warm. He was wearing body
spray that still didn't seem to mask his natural
stink. It was obvious he'd just come back
from practice, and tried to cover up the fact he
didn't shower. "I know what you mean. I-I
guess I'm a little nervous too."
Broderick smirked while a thick voice rolled out
behind him. "Daw, there is no being reason
for fear." My gaze extended past to the
door. Lingering in the entry way was
another one. It's hard to imagine any guy
being bigger; thicker than Broderick, but
lingering in the doorway, before stepping inside
was another giant.
Broderick looked back and nodded. "Hey I
know last time we chatted I said I'd be bringing
another friend with me. This is Pasha."
There was only supposed to be one. The
voice, my controller, hooked us up from
Craigslist. The friendly ginger and I had
texted back and forth for the past week about
setting this up, but there was no mention of a
second guy. As if answering my confusion
that devious voice in my earpiece seemed to
chuckle as he explained. "I've got remote
access to your cell phone. Last night
after you went to bed Broderick texted he had a
friend who was out of the closet, and wanted to
know if he could bring him to help guide you
two. His friend, of course, is a giant
Russian foreign exchange student. He
speaks 3 languages, is one of the top defensive
tackles their team has ever seen, and he led the
varsity wrestling team to nationals last year,
in the heavy weight division of course.
Who was I to say no?"
The door hit shut as I took the taller guy's
frame. His flesh had a darker, olive
complexion. His black hair was hidden from
a backwards wearing baseball cap. Thick
black eyebrows, a long chinstrap goatee rounding
his wide face; his lips were full, plump and
wide. He licked them wet while the corners
curled into a grin. I felt as if I were
being undressed as his gaze looked me up and
down. From his massive build if I were
told he was a gorilla masquerading as a human
I'd have believed it. How he
stretched his grey sweat suit suggested as
much. I wondered if it was the largest
size offered. The pliable grey fabric
looked taut around his thick gut and weighty
chest. Thudding foot clops, and he closed
in. Broderick side stepped and the Russian
accented behemoth drew up, unnervingly
close. Kind eyes and a full grin gazed
down. "Well look at you. You are
being a cutie pie."
"See I'm not the only one who thinks so."
I felt a heated blush start to emerge.
Pasha's voice was full of warmth. I was
not used to hearing people say that about
me. Stepping around, Pasha raised his
hand. I had to fight reflexively flinching
as the back of his sausage thick knuckles
caressed down the side of my cheek. His
deep lazy accent had me feeling confounded with
my emotions. "Ole 'rick tells me, you
never got to experience anything with guy
before."
Inhaling his Axe body spray I nodded
truthfully. "Yea, I haven't."
"Place your hand on Broderick's hip."
I hesitated suddenly angry at the voice, while
Pasha seemed to go on. "You are a little
nervous then, da?"
I closed my eyes thinking about what I'd spend
with five grand. "Nervous?" I
managed to come out. "Naw, I'm not."
Easing hand and I gently placed it on
Broderick's side. $5000 here I come.
He seemed caught off guard by the gesture,
blinking back shocked. He must have felt a
little out of place as it seemed Pasha took the
lead. His boyish curt smile curling into a
bigger grin he eagerly reacted and stepped
in. I tentatively felt along the fabric of
his t-shirt. I could feel the warmth from
his frame on my finger tips. My heart was
beating as my palm lowered to the hem of his
sweat pants. He let out a low internal
groan, almost like a growl. I offered a
smile back. The red haired stud was so smooth,
soft.
Why was it so hot in here suddenly?
Both large frames seemed to close in on either
side as I broke my fingers inside the hem of his
shirt and rubbed his smooth skin. He let
out another audible groan. Pasha was
breathing solid behind me watching while
Broderick's hands rose. His thumbs hooking
inside the bottom of my shirt, both his hands
more eager, slipping inside against my bare
back; he pulled me in for a passion
embrace. Tilting his wet lips, he leaned
and planted them on
mine.
Embarrassed, scared, the colossal ginger's
muscled chubby body smushed itself onto
mine. His mouth slurped on in a soggy kiss
while his examining palms, rubbed my back's bare
flesh. God those hands were huge, the
palms felt like hot rubbery pillows. It
eased my shivering frame. His tongue,
lacquered with ropey saliva parted past his
mouth and licked over my clenched lips.
Again his tongue rolled out teasing the corners
of mine, before dragging across.
"Aw, that's no fair. Mark" The devious
voice sounded evil. "Broderick is trying
to give you a nice kiss. Be a good lamb
and surrender." Mentally I could
sense I was. The room was spinning, I
didn't want this, I also didn't want to
fall. Both arms raised and hugged
Broderick back tighter. I wanted his
support. Did the A/C break, it felt too
hot!
My heart fluttering the thick brute growled once
more, passionately. Lovingly tenderizing
my body, I gave into the advances. My lips
parted and his oral limb, the long dripping slug
fed itself in deep, dominating over my
tongue. Long spoonfuls of saliva seemed to
find the crooks of our gnashing lips and leaked
down.
Behind I could sense Pasha gliding in. His
warm girth of his stomach and chest contoured on
my back and his weighty gorilla palms eased
along my hips. I could hear him breathing
dark, and heavy behind my left ear. My
hips bucked, flinching at the feel his hands
around to unbutton the fly of my pants.
There was no protesting. The muffled
sounds I was making were sloshed out by the
drawing spittle that seemed to well up inside my
mouth. I knew much of the warm goo was
Broderick's. Gulping, it felt like a cup
of the warm cough syrup slide down my throat.
"That red head is eating out your mouth like a
rock star going down on virgin groupie."
The pull of a zipper sounded. I could feel
my pants providing the slack as two hot slippery
mitts pressed inside. I nearly bucked up,
ticklish as fingers found the hem of my
briefs. I bucked my hips again at the
drawing sensation of them sliding against each
side of my loins. I was trapped between
two gigantic males, studs at the apex of brawn
and masculinity. Broderick closed his hips
on mine, while Pasha's wide hips came from
behind to entirely press on my rear. I
could feel their tenting arousals growing by the
second. Their grindings started
gentle enough, but Broderick seemed to start,
getting into it. Getting the que, Pasha
picked up his heavy ass grinding as well, and
soon both beasts dragged and sawed me back and
forth. Their fat protruding erections,
ground against me from both sides, as we three
rocked in an obscene fashion.
The passionate horny beasts they were, both sets
of ape-like mitts tenderized my flesh, feeling
along my thighs, hooking down the curve of my
ass. Both brutes seemed to enjoy squeezing
each of my cheeks. Even Broderick mumbled
about how nice it was, which acknowledged by
gripping each globe and mashing them firm.
Pasha seemed to growl behind my ear. His
thick lips closing behind my earlobe even to
bite playfully.
I didn't need to imagine how vulgar, how obscene
it must have all looked. The voice took
much glee whispering precisely such
information. "Oh shit, you are being
devoured by them two. Like a goldilocks
getting caught between two bears. Their
hips are forcing you to rock back and forth like
a damn metronome."
This was happening so fast. Audibly I
whimpered causing Pasha to laugh quietly behind
me. His mammoth side its grip and
collected my soft member and tenderly kneaded
along it. His other hand reaching lower to
cup and hold my ballsack in his oversized
palm. His biceps and forearms held secure
around my chest, he kept me pulled to his frame
while Broderick eased off finally from our
kiss. Tendrils of saliva drooped and
fell. "Hold on a second." He mumbled
quietly.
Turning around he kicked off each of his
outsized sneakers. I saw as he peeled off
each dark wet looking sock and likewise threw
them casually, he then grabbed the hem of his
shirt and peeled it up, off his frame. His
wide built back came into view. His body
really was rolling with muscles. They
protruded from his broad freckled shoulders, and
rounded each of his fat biceps. Turning
around his fat pectoral slabs bounced
good-naturedly and barefoot he stepped close.
Something caught me off guard though. With
his shoes off the thick, funky foot aroma filled
the room, which I found myself smelling. I
wasn't the only one who noticed. Behind
Pasha seemed to audibly smirk. "Damn
'rick. Your dogs are ripe."
The ginger giant blushed and held an arm up,
exposing the deep set cave of a red arm pit
hair. "Yea I know. Worked out before
I came here, but I didn't bring a second pair of
socks with me. Kind of had to show up in
my workout shoes, I can open a window or
something."
"Naw, that isn't being a problem. I think
our cutie pie, Mark here is enjoying it." "
Broderick stole the quizzical expression from me
as I suddenly realized Pasha was gently gripping
my now very erect shaft. SHIT! When
did that happen? "Nnnghh, no wait, hold
on..." I tried, gripping the Russian wrestler's
forearm. It was all useless as, he
wouldn't budge an inch his fingers surrounded my
tip and raked down the shaft.
"Little cutie pie here was all soft, was worried
this was all mistake until thick man smells fill
the room."
Broderick smirked while I could hear the voice
in my ear piece laughing. "Hahaha, oh
my. Cutie pie Mark, is that all it
took? Ask to message the ginger's feet."
"No." I breathed low.
Both Pasha and Broderick paused looking at me in
a surprised expression. The voice that
came out the ear piece sounded dead
serious. "You have no choice. This
is being recorded, and it will find its way to
your parents and friend's email accounts.
'Broderick I'd like to slurp and worship your
feet.'"
I gulped, and threw back another faltering
smile. My eyes were watering, this time
from the foot smell. "Broderick dude, I've
gotta worship your dogs man. Can I have
em?"
Pasha rumbled approvingly behind my hear, his
hand resuming his gently pumping motions on my
shaft. Broderick, who looked perplexed
with a raised eyebrow, looked down at his feet
then back at me. "You want to worship
them."
I gulped and nodded.
Pasha started from behind. "Go on and lay
back on bed, 'rick. It takes courage to
ask for something as such. Is very common,
eh fetish, for young subbing cutie pie's like
Mark here."
A part of me appreciated the giant Russian's
encourage tone, but being called was I just
called submissive?
Broderick only nodded, coming close to me.
He seemed to have a proud strut, rocking back
and for the, swaggering proud with each step
before plopping to the edge of the bed.
The springs squeaked under his heavier
weight. I saw he started to lie back, and
lift his ass off the bed, peeing down his sweat
pants. His thighs were pasty white but
each looked around as tree trunks, imbued with
taut muscle. Kicking them away then he sat
back up. Hands propped behind him, legs
out, leaving his giant pink fleshed soles to
face me.
Dear god.
I finally swallowed that lump. The size of
them! The heftiness of each planted foot,
looking broad and just as proportionally
tall. They honestly were the biggest pair
of feet I'd ever seen. From the
heels, up the arched instep, and underside the
balls and each fat toe the underside skin was
particularly padded and utterly slick with
sweat. So wet the flesh was wrinkled,
pruned with beads of the bodily fluids that
coursed down the crevices. On one foot the
big toe above curled. Broderick smirked as
he made it slide down the side the other.
"They're sized fifteens, only one place in town
carries sport shoes in my size."
The thick pungent foot smell made my nose burn,
and my eyes water. Such fat, sloping pink
pads, I wanted to just continue staring
transfixed at them, at the way the sides
squashed and rocked. Pasha goaded me
on. "What is cutie boy Mark waiting
for? Papi's permission? He already
has it. Let's go cutie boy."
The giant behemoth behind me walked
forward. I felt as if I were outright
being carried, with his arms still around
me. He grunted behind me as we brought our
self's over to the edge of the bed. He
kneeled and my knees kicked out, lowered down as
well. Pulling a hand from my sack he
planted it on my neck. The whole grip
seemed to wrap around the entire base of my
skull. He was gentle, but permeating under
his palm was a forcefulness I knew I couldn't
over come. My face was hard-pressed,
inches from the tender looking feet. They
towered over my face, actually being
taller. Planted together they were wider
as well. In that moment those dogs were my
world
"Lick it bitch." Pasha deeply ordered
behind me. Pulling my uncut 7 inches of
rock hard girth from my pants he openly pumped.
Above Broderick, as best I could see from behind
his toe jam laced toes was moaning, pulling at
his girth from inside his boxers.
"Lick my feet, dude." He half moaned out.
"Lick them filthy dogs Mark."
The texture was not unlike diving face first
into a rubber sponge, a salty, living wet
rubbery sponge. The raw skin contoured to
my facial features, my nose, and lips dimpling
in. There was so much sweat.
Grunting like an animal, I started
licking. Starting on one sole I worked
ignoring yet taking in the cheesy flavor.
Each droplet laced with musk and pheromones was
experienced, savored.
Nodding my head, dragging up long ways with each
slurp, I was diligent. Applying pressure,
and starting at the bitter heel I felt like I
could memorize how the chewy sole would curve
along his instep, only to produce the fat pads
under his toes; and the toes themselves.... My
tongue was doing acrobatics lacing between
each. Playfully Broderick made them roll
curling and gripping my tongue which slipped
easily enough. The chunk's of toe jam were
the most nauseating. The stink was one
thing, the feel of the bare feet on my face
another, but the muck caked on my tongue,
wallowing before I swallowed.
Almost like he was appreciating the effort
Broderick mashed his plush second foot against
the side of my face, entirely covering it in the
steamy skin.
Behind me I could feel Pasha heating up.
My dick was leaking, and perversely using the
goo as lubricant he pumped my shaft.
Aching, drawing pleasures were laid upon me.
What the hell was I doing? Oh fuck, why
was it feeling so good! These two bastards
with their brute and brawn; I hated them and I
loved them.
"Take the toes bitch." Broderick mumbled,
and finally clapped his foot on my cheek while
his presented foot eased down. I offered
no resistance while his thick digit bobbed into
my mouth. It became slippery with my
spittle, and he added a few more, curling his
sole against my chin.
This was too much. The feelings were
building. Pasha, was getting passionate
with his lavish fisting on my shaft. I
tried to wriggle my hips, to get him to calm but
he pressed on even further. My face edging
away from the sole, he gripped the base of my
skull only tighter, keeping me right where I
was.
The voice seemed to take that queue. "Give
in. You've got two free passes to shoot a
big creamy wad, and you'll still get
$5000. It's okay to let yourself go to
these beasts. You're just a bitch.
You're their bitch. Release yourself, cum
for them. Thank them for their hard
efforts to please you."
No. Damn it, this should've never
happened! Fuck the pleasure kept
rolling! "Is ok cutie pie. If you
feel like you need to cream for us boars, you
are safe too." My cock feeling like it was
starting on fire. The relentless milking
picked up, and crying out in humiliation I felt
it. Toe jam laced spittle gurgled out my
mouth as my shaft reached a hot, passionate
crescendo. Throbbing, Pasha laughed darkly
and Broderick moaned. As if knowing I was
soon the rank plush soles smashed against my
face.
My world was dark black, sweaty walls of face
planting feet as I shook in perverse ecstasy and
creamed in a thick, sweaty Russian hand.
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