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Blackmailing The Hunky Repairman - Part 1
by YourSnakeShack

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I woke up in a good mood after nine long hours of sleep!

That is the most sleep I have gotten in months but now I had two whole weeks off from work! I just didn't know what to do with myself as I lay in bed thinking about how wonderful it was to wake up without an alarm clock! I wouldn't get get out of bed but I had to pee really bad. I got out of my warm and cozy bed in my boxers and white socks and stumbled toward the bathroom. "What the hell?" I said to myself looking down at my soaking wet socked feet! My bathroom carpet was soaking wet.

I opened the cabinet and sure enough one of the pipes under the sink was leaking. What a lousy way to start a vacation I thought. I put my trash can under the sink and pulled off my wet clad socks and tossed them in the bathtub. I had been wearing those socks for several days and they had the perfect scent and I had planned on enjoying sniffing them every evening when I took off my shoes during my vacation, now I would have to break in a fresh pair of socks and they wouldn't be really good for a few days on top of having to hire a repairman to fix my bathroom sink.

Then another thought dawned on me, maybe I could find a really hunky repairman and I could at least have some eye candy to look at for a little while. I was actually pretty tight on cash having just bought all my holiday presents so I would have to find someone who wouldn't charge me a fortune. I decided to put an ad on craigslist under help wanted asking for a reasonable rate to repair a bathroom sink.

It was worth a shot instead of calling a professional plumber, I don't know much about plumbing but I assumed this would be a fairly easy fix and hoped I could get it repaired for under $100. Within a few hours I had 4 email replies. The first email said over 20 yrs experience.. DELETE - too old to be eye candy! The second email was just a name and a number, that was a maybe. The third email read, " Let me come look at it and give you a free quote, I could use the money...etc" How could I go wrong with a free quote so I dialed the number.

"Hello!" he sounded masculine and youthful a definite plus!

"Yeah I was calling about my bathroom sink and the free quote....etc" I was getting so excited, his voice was so very sexy. I told him where I lived and he told me he would be right over.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock and as I opened the door, my jaw nearly fell to the floor. He introduced himself as Mike. This man was FUCKING HOT! He was about 6'4 dark hair, blue eyes, broad shouldered, very well built and looked to be in his late 20s. He had on tight blue jeans, a white tank top, and huge brown worn work boots which my eyes zeroed in on right away. He saw me looking at his boots " Want me to take off my boots?" he asked. My eyes got wide and I must have looked like I was going into shock. Did this hunk just ask me if I wanted him to take off his boots I thought to myself. I really wanted to scream YES YES YES TAKE THEM OFF PLEASE MASTER AND SMOTHER ME WITH YOUR SWEATY SOCKED FEET! He was looking me right in the eye , again he said, "should I take off my boots?"

It took all the will power and strength I had to speak, " I guess it would be better for you to keep your boots on with the sink leaking so your socks don't get wet since the bathroom has carpet and it's still damp."

"Probably better for us both, I've been in these boots since 6 am and my feet sweat so much that you may not give me the job if my feet were stinking up your house," Mike grinned. I thought I would faint for sure. He followed me down the hall through the bedroom and to my bathroom. I handed him a towel and said he could kneel on it to keep his jeans from getting wet.

As he bent down and got under the sink his phone popped off his belt loop onto the floor. I picked it up and put it on the counter so the damp floor wouldn't hurt it. I couldn’t take my eyes off his huge boots! His feet must be a size 14 or 15! "This here is your problem,” he pointed to a pipe. "I can fix it and it will run you about $40 for labor and $10 for parts, does that sound fair?"

"Sounds good to me!" I replied. Mike said he would run down to Lowe's and get the parts and be right back. The minute he stepped out the door I pulled out my cock and jacked off wildly busting a nut you wouldn't believe! I was laying on my bed glowing for a minute and I heard an unfamiliar beep. Mike had left his cell phone on my sink. I couldn't resist looking at his phone, no screen lock!

I went right to the pictures hoping to find a delicious naughty picture of him but to my disappointment, his photo gallery was a complete bore, there were pictures of receipts, pictures of repair supplies, pictures of a dog, and pictures of the lake but not a single picture of him- darn! Just as I sat the phone down, I saw a text flash up on the screen, "Get me $3,200 in receipts!"

Curiosity got the best of me and I opened the text with this guy name George and scrolled back through them trying to figure out what they were spending $3200 on. After reading all of it, I was a bit stunned. Mike had a friend who worked at Lowes that printed out duplicate receipts for every cash transaction and gave them to Mike so he could use them as tax write offs and had told this guy he could also get him any amount of receipts for $50 fee, telling him that he had not had to pay any income taxes in years because he always had as many receipts as he needed to claim so he wouldn't have to pay taxes. Mike seemed like such a honest person and I couldn't believe he would be the type to cheat on his taxes and also help others to do the same.

Of course I was no saint, here I was giving him the job because I wanted to look at eye candy and here I was going through his phone but again I wasn't doing something I could face prison for. Then the devil came out in me and I got a very sneaky idea, I grabbed my cell phone and video recorded the texts between him and George and put his cell phone back on the bathroom counter just seconds before Mike pulled in the driveway. Mike came up started working on my sink and I almost felt guilty for what I planned to do to Mike.

I emailed the video to my best friend Chris and said don’t ask questions just call me every hour on the hour and check on me. Chris wrote back, "WILL DO!" I sat in the living room watching tv after I set up my digital camera to record the living room area and half an hour later Mike walked in there and said the job was done and wanted me to come inspect it. I told him that I didn't need to check his work and handed him $50 in cash and asked him to sit down.

He looked confused but he sat down. I thanked him very much for his fast and affordable service. He then handed me a business card and told me to tell all my friends about him. I said sure I ll send your info to my best friend this very second, I snapped a pic of his business card with my phone and sent it to Chris and he said, "What's your friend Chris need done?"

"Oh Chris doesn't need anything done, I just wanted him to know who you are incase you try to do anything to me."

"What in the world are you talking about man, your sink is fixed, are you upset about the $50?" Mike asked.

"No not at all, I think it was a very reasonable price. That's not what I am talking about."

"Well what are you talking about man?"

"While you were gone to Lowe's your phone beeped and I couldn't help but to notice that George said to get him $3200 in receipts and curiosity got the best of me and I read your text message."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I read all the messages between you and him and my dad actually is an IRS agent and you could go to prison for that crap and so can your friend George! I made a video of the texts and sent it to my friend Chris and he is going to call and check on me every hour to be sure you don’t try to hurt me."

"Awe fuck man, I've never hurt anyone and I’m not going to hurt you, I’ll give you back your $50, please don’t turn me in, I'll do whatever you want, I'll remodel your whole house, just don’t tell anyone!"

"Why don't you take off your boots?" I shot him a very sly smile.

"Dude, I’m not gay, I can tell that you are but please man don't go there, I’m begging you!" Mike pleaded.

"Go where?"

"I don't want to go to prison but we ain't gonna have sex. Come on man, just let me fix up your house or something instead?"

"I am not trying to get you to have sex with me Mike!"

"You're not?"

"Nope!"

"Then whatcha want me to take my boots off for?"

"Because I want to massage your feet!"

"Trust me bud, you don't want to do that, you got me so nervous right now, my feet are sweatin buckets right now and you'd really regret it if I took off my boots. Why would you want to rub my feet anyhow?"

"Well believe it or not but I have a fetish for men's feet and I want to worship your feet!"

"I done told you I am not gay, you can't worship me and I ain't gonna worship you."

"Look Mike, the only thing I want from you is to play with your feet, I am not asking you to have sex with me."

"That's it, you want to play with my feet, and that will keep you from turning me into the IRS?"

"Yes, thats the deal, I want you to wear your work boots all the time and come over after work every day for a year and let me play with your feet!"

"Are you serious, a year, you want to play with my feet for a year, that's crazy!"

"Well going to prison for many years seems even more crazy than letting someone play with your feet!"

"Can I think about this, are you sure we can't work something else out man?"

"No Mike, it won’t hurt you, you may even like getting your feet worshipped?"

"What exactly are you going to do to my feet, I never heard of worshipping feet?"

"You will find out soon enough, now put your boots in my lap and let me take them off and get ahold of your feet!"

"Fuck, I guess I have no choice, I’ll go wash my feet in the bathtub if you don't mind and then you can rub my feet but you promise I you won’t ask me to take off my clothes?"

"I promise, you can keep your clothes on but you aren't going to wash your feet, that would ruin it!"

" You like to wash them too?"

"In a way I do, all you have to do is put your boots up in my lap and I'll do the rest." I said. Mike looked concerned but he propped his huge feet up in my lap. His boots were pretty beat up, the brand was Rocky, they had thick lug soles and steel toes and they were enormous. They were laced up tight on his giant feet which impressed me even more! Most of the time guys who have to wear work boots all the time keep then tied loose so they can slip them off and on very easily. I slowly started untying the laces of his massive boots. "What size are your feet Mike?"

"15" Mike was watching me with an almost fearful look on his face.

"I love big feet!" I grinned as I slowly pulled the first boot off his massive right foot. Instantly my nostrils were filled with the intoxicating scent of his strong masculine foot odor. His foot was covered in a thick white sock that hugged his foot like it molded onto it, I held his boot up to my face and deeply inhaled. There aren't words to describe how wonderfully delicious his scent was! My cock was throbbing through my jeans so much that it pushed his left booted foot up off my lap a bit!

"What the hell are you doing" Mike asked.

"Oh fuckin-A man, your foot stink is so damn hot!" I sat his huge boot down and grabbed his right foot and planted it on my face. Mike's eyes got so wide, he looked like he was going into shock.

"Are you seriously enjoying sniffing my stinky feet?"

"Oh GAWD yes!" I moaned

"You have fucking lost your mind fella!" Mike scolded me

I looked at him and smiled still holding his huge sweaty socked foot up to my nose. " Foot fetishes are very common, and your sweaty feet are a foot fetishist's dream come true!" I pressed my fingers deeply against the sole of his right socked foot and started to massage all the tension out of his foot.

"Ahhh" he quietly sighed. I looked at him then he seemed really embarrassed that he was starting to enjoy the foot massage, his chiseled face turned bright red.

"Don't be embarrassed. I know it feels good after being in your boots all day. You know people do actually pay people for massages all the time so just relax and enjoy it, no need to be self conscious. You know I’m a foot freak and I know you cheat the IRS, no point in being shy now" I said.

"Well the rubbing part ain't so bad but you sniffing my damn feet and boots freaks me out."

"I imagine with your looks you have lots of women after you, haven't you ever enjoyed the scent of a woman, I bet you've sniffed their panties, this is exactly the same thing." Mike's eyes shifted away from me, I could tell that he was guilty of sniffing chick's panties even though he said nothing. I grabbed his left foot and started unlacing his other boot. He flexed his right foot and it brushed right against the head of my cock through my jeans, Mike looked down and saw my hard cock against his foot.

"Fuckin hell man!" He jumped up off the sofa like someone had set him on fire and looked like a deer caught in headlights. I was a little frightened myself wondering if he was about to beat the hell out of me. Just then my phone began to ring.

"That is my friend Chris calling to check on me, I have to answer that to tell him I am okay or he is going to take the video right to the police station."

"Answer it man, now!" he grabbed my phone from the end table and handed it to me. It was obvious that Mike was worried.

"Hey there Chris! yeah I am okay, things are a little heated right now but nothing major, just be sure to check back in with me in an hour, thanks, bye!" I hung up the phone and looked at Mike standing there. "Lay back down on the couch and put your feet back up here." Mike stood there looking at me in disbelief. "The faster you accept this situation the better for all of us, don’t make me mad or I will just forget about this whole deal and call the IRS myself!" Mike plopped back down on the sofa and returned his feet to my lap. I pulled the second heavy boot off his left foot and I got one of those evil little ideas again. "Here put this boot up over your nose and keep it there until I tell you that you can stop!"

"What for? Gees man you are practically raping my feet now why you want me to smell my own boot, this is your crazy thing not mine!" Mike gruffed.

"Because you need to be punished for jumping off the couch and upsetting me like that! " I replied in a stern tone. Mike looked like I had shot him right in the heart, and relunctantly pressed the boot over his mouth and nose. His eyes began to water and you could tell he felt practically helpless. Seeing this macho man sniffing his own stinking boot at my command made my cock throb harder than it ever had before. I grabbed his ankles and pressed both of his size 15s against my face, focusing on the super warm left sweaty socked foot. I could feel the heat radiating from it as his socks smeared his foot sweat on my face. The odor was intense and I couldn't get enough of it as I rubbed my face all over his socked soles. My cock was aching in my jeans pressing firmly against my zipper. I couldnt stop my hand from pulling my zipper down and my cock burst through the opening throbbing in full force. Mike's eyes were getting wide again as he gazed down over his boot at my cock.

"Ah man come on, can't you keep it in your pants, you got my feet, I am sniffing my own damn boot, gees please don't take this any farther!" Mike mumbled into his boot.

"You can put your boot down now but don't get too bossy back there, I'm in charge now and I am going to do whatever I want with your feet!"

"Can't you just massage my feet and be happy with that?"

"You know Mike, I've had enough of your back talk, one more word and I am calling the IRS!" I then slowly peeled his well stained white sweat sock off his right foot and rolled it up into a ball. "Pull your feet off my lap a minute!" I got up and stepped toward Mike. "Open Wide!" Mike started to plead with me.

"Please no, please ...arghhhhh!" I shoved his own sock in his mouth and held my hand over his mouth and leaned in toward his face so that our faces were just an inch apart.

"Now listen up, no more pleading, no more begging, no more arguing at all! If you spit that sock out, you are going to prison so SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I could see that Mike was fighting hard to hold back tears of distress. What a baby I thought, a big strong hunky man freaking out over a homo playing with his feet. His resistance was definitely being shattered every second I controlled him. The more this giant hunk cowarded down to me, the more in control I felt and the hornier I became. I sat down at the end of the couch and Mike automatically put his feet in my lap.

What a good slave I thought, learning already!

I looked at his leftbare foot. His feet were meaty, strong, and his toes were perfectly shaped. I couldn't get over the size of his feet. I looked at the space between his big toe and his second toe thinking that was the perfect space for my cock. Mike looked like he was about to crack up so I decided to play nice for a few minutes and I went to work massaging his right foot. I know it felt good to him no matter how much he hated me right now. His eyes began to relax and they even rolled back in his head a bit as I kneeded my fingers into his mighty sole. I shifted my pelvis so that his left socked foot was resting directly on my raging cock. I began to pump my cock against his damp socked foot. Mike looked down at me with no expression on his face, he wasn't fighting against it anymore. Time to step things up another notch I thought. I grabbed his right bare foot and pulled it to my face and began to suck his toes. Mike jerked a little, I shot him a stern look with his big toe in my mouth and I heard a muffled sound from him that sounded like "sorry". I licked the sole of his giant foot from heal to toe and sucked on his delicious sweaty toes. Mike had closed his eyes but his facial movements was proof that he was really enjoying this as hard as he was trying not to. I sucked his toes wildly and then he raised his left socked foot toward my face and opened his eyes a bit and wiggled his socked toes in front of my face.

I grabbed his leg and brought his calf to my face and use my teeth to peel the sock of his left foot, the sock was quite damp though a good bit of the moisture was from my cock leaking precum all over it. I then put his sock over my cock and went to work on his left foot. I nibbled the sole of his foot and slowly licked away all the sweat from the bottom of his sole before I devoured his toes. His feet were so yummy and his toes seemed to dance along my lips as I sucked on them eagerly.

Mike had seemed to totally let go of any resistance he had to foot worship as he started using his toes to fuck my mouth and was very quietly moaning. I grabbed his ankles and pulled his feet on each side of my cock allowing his legs to rest on the sofa and then I spotted Mike was pitching a trouser tent himself. I hadn't saw that before since his legs were blocking my view of his crotch. Mike looked at me looking at his crotch and started mumbling through his sock. "You can spit out the sock now!" Mike attemped to spit it out but it was so large that he had to use his fingers to pull it out of his mouth. "Now what were you trying to say."

"I was just saying I am not gay, my boner is an unvoluntary reflex from you sucking my toes, I didn't know getting your toes sucked would make you hard but I couldn't stop my cock from boning up. I am not trying to argue or make you angry, I just want you to know that." Mike said sheepishly.

"Lots of guys get off on having their toes sucked, why don’t you jack yourself off while I suck your toes?"

"I can't do that man, you promised I didn't have to undress. I don't enjoy what you are doing, like I said it’s just a reflex." Mike said even though it seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince me.

"You don't have to undress, it’s up to you but you may as well enjoy it if you can, just think about a woman sucking your toes, close your eyes and bust a nut if you want to, I am going to suck your toes some more." I sucked his toes like no tomorrow wildly flicking my tongue between them, massaging the soles of his feet with my hands. The harder I sucked his toes the more I could see Mike's cock press against his pants. Mike started to reach for his cock but he stopped himself trying to fight temptation.

I noticed when I licked between his big toe and second toe that Mike seemed to squirm a bit more. That had to be his sweet spot so I tongue fucked him between his big toes and Mike was starting to rock his pelvis a bit and a huge wet spot was forming on the front of his jeans. I continued to lap up his toes and tongue fuck between them saturating his feet with my saliva and Mike started to quiver. I knew he was about to cum in his jeans, he tried to pull his toes out of my mouth but I held his ankles with all my stregth and continue to swallow his toes.

Suddenly Mike jerked pushing my face back against the couch with his feet and he groaned as his cock unleashed a huge load. His dick shot his cum with such force that it penetrated the fabric and there was his jizz puddling up all over the front of his pants. Mike looked at his groin in disbelief as if his own cock had betrayed him. I reached toward his crotch and Mike grabbed my hand stopping me. "I'm not going to grab your cock; I’m going to scrap up the jizz off your jeans.

"I'll do that." Mike said and he used the side of his hand to gather a decent blob of cum. " You got a paper towel?"

"I want you to rub it on the inner sides of your feet and I’m going to use it for lube and fuck the hell out of your feet!" Mike rolled his eyes and held out his hand and told me to do it. Just my hand touching his seemed magical to me but I took the blob of cum and spread it in the crevice between his huge feet and held his ankles together and pumped my cock between his feet. Just a few thrusts and I shot a stream of semen all over his pants legs and my sofa. Mike rolled his eyes again not believing this was really happening. I took his sock and wiped the cum off his pants legs and from my sofa and I then licked his feet clean. I picked up the boot from my end of the couch and told him to hand me his other boot that he had been forced to sniff. I started to put his socks back on his feet.

"I wear my boots without those socks, your spunk is on one of my socks and the other is full of my spit!" Mike said. I just shook my head and continued putting on his socks. Mike knew it wouldn't do any good to argue with me and I laced his socked feet back into his massive well worn work boots.

"Don't change your socks tomorrow, I want you in these socks when you come over after work tomorrow." Mike sighed but didn't argue as he walked toward the door. "What time will you be here tomorrow?" I asked.

"Depends of how many calls I get but sometime around 5 or 6, I’ll call you if it's going to be later. I'll bring you my feet just don’t call the IRS."

"See you tomorrow!" I said as I closed my front door.