by Logan Ice
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.
My entire face compressed to the underside of Broderick’s giant, pink feet during the rushing titanic sized waves of sexual rapture. Gingerly he slide them up and down, fat toes raking my eyelids, down to my lips before back up to clamp on my hair making my lips kiss his heels. I couldn’t just smell his thick cheesy soles, I could taste them and by how they so methodically massaged my face, I’m sure their sweat was imbuing into my skin like a lotion. Being marked by this beast in that fashion only making what I was feeling entirely more perverse.
I felt like a trapped animal. The mysterious fiend that had blackmailed me into this situation, to put out for two very gay college-age football playing titans, had rigged the room with cameras, feeding me taunts and instructions through an earpiece. Even now breathing inside my ear the instigator of all this cooed, “That’s it Marky boy. Let it all out. Its okay this time around, you’ve got one down. A little early I’d say since you have all night but you’re still in the running for 5 grand.”
I wanted to buck my hips but Pasha, a giant gorilla sized Russian had me from behind. I was only supposed to meet with Broderick, but parallel to how I seemed to have no control of the situation my dick was helpless in his beefy pleasure enforcing mitt. Pasha seemed to know how to expertly tease and knead his fingers on my cock. Making each gooey surge last far too long, and numerous than anything I’ve ever been able to evoke.
The cackling voice rang in my ear. “Whooo-wee, besty he milked you like a determined farmer on a stubborn cow!!”
The taunts came while behind, my haze lifting, I could hear Pasha murmur under his deep breaths. Slavic strings of syllables and words I couldn’t understand him. They seemed gentle though, encouraging in his first mother-land tongue. His other hand lifted from my neck and warmly clapped on my shoulder. I jerked. “You enjoy yourself cutie pie. There ya go, jus imagine what mine’ll be. Bigger and flavorful for you to enjoy.”
I suppressed an internal groan, still planted against Broderick’s hot and sticky soles. With his words he seemed to genuinely offer that as encouragement. At this point though I wasn’t sure if it was something I should’ve looked forward too or dread.
Gripping the edge of the bed I peeled off Broderick’s feet. Above the red-haired all-American college athlete was moaning. 6’5, 280lbs of muscle, and fat, he was openly pumping his sizable erection which was still clad in his briefs. The very peak around his tip had turned the grey fabric dark and wet. His mouth turned to a cocky half grin. “Mmmm damn Mark, hehe. I think you and I am gonna to be fast friends, if that’s the kinda stuff you like.” Then as if to add to his point he once more pressed both sets of plump toes to my face, sliding up and down one final time before I pressed off fast.
I rolled my head away and staggered to my feet.
Pasha had moved out of the way while I stood up. My pants slack, pooling around my naked waist, my first inclination was to pull them back up. I fought the urge though very well knowing that wasn’t an option at this point. Before me Broderick’s beefy frame was peeling away his briefs, his fat cock bobbing free, sprouting up proud amidst his raspberry furred groin. I must have been too sudden for the both of them. Pasha furrowed his thick eyebrows and Broderick tilted his head. “You okay?”
“I – I gotta get a drink of water.” I mumbled before turning and making my way to the back end of the room. A shoddy motel room, the sink outside the bathroom door had a few paper cups wrapped in plastic. My hands were notably shaking as I gripped the stacked cups and pulled one free. The plastic crinkled loudly as I tore it off and turned on the cold tap for a drink.
“You do look parched. Heh, I’ll allow you to quench your thirst though later if you’re thirsty you should be asking to lick the sweat outta your partner’s pits.” The voice said low in my ear piece. The tone mocking and dark. “Really though remember this is going to be a night all three of you will enjoy… whither you want too or not.”
I looked at my face in the mirror while I listened. My face was red. I looked exhausted. Pouring my cup I took three gulps before going to another. Damn it the water was cold but too metallic. Looking down my member was still partially aroused. I could feel it. My blood was heated, my heart beating.
Putting down the cup I turned back towards the room. Pasha had peeled away his clothing, save for his own tenting black boxers. Despite having a decent amount of fat that made his thighs and midsection thick, Pasha’s barreled chest, arms and shoulders still created a definitive v-cut to his upper midsection and damned if he wasn’t the hairiest man I’d ever seen. All that black hair seemed to create a dark Narnia forest over his body, getting so compact that no skin showed between the deep looking cleft between both his globular pectoral slabs.
The giant college ape smiled kindly to me, offering a hand. “That must be intense experience for cutie pie, eh?”
That thick voice…
My heart fluttered as I stepped forward. “Heh, it was.”
I stepped forward, and those colossal hands grabbed me. Arms instantly took hold and pulled me in to his solid front, flushing our bodies together in an intimate embrace. In every other setting in my life I’d have avoided someone like this. I was truly intimidated by his sheer size. However smiling down with his round face and chin-strap beard Pasha eased going for kiss. I waited for the connection, but his face only drew in close while his hands gripped my shirt and peeled up. I didn’t resist and soon our two bare bodies flushed together.
“Glad to see you’re still up and ready.” Pasha said pleasantly, referring to my still maintained arousal. I had softened, just enough for my plump erection to slack. My heart caused it to pulse though as below he moved one of his bare feet so his toes grazed mine. His thigh sliding up along mine as he moved, his sole foot soon playfully rubbed on down, the one giant sole very much able to cover mine. “Of course since you have been pleasured, I think its fine time you now returning the favor, da?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” The voice murmured into my ear piece. He was panting low, likely pleasuring himself while the scene unfolded.
Gulping I nodded and with no small amount of effort I rubbed my hands on Pasha’s sides. Feeling his olive toned skin I eased my hands to the band of his briefs. He smirked though and leaned in for quick surprising peck on my lips. He playfully tilted his head to Broderick who too was now peeling away the rest of his clothes. His chest furred with red fuzz, he had sat up with his heavy frame with hands supporting behind on the bed.
Pasha turned me towards the ginger, and with an arm around my shoulder guided me firmly to the bed. “Wouldn’t be here without ‘Rick here so you’ll both get your fun first. I’m knowing well how to wait my turn.”
“How very generous of you.” Broderick smirked. His hungry eyes on my, I felt my cheeks burn at feeling like some cheerleader two athletes decided to share. Still my eyes kept on his body. How big it was. He was cute, and those shoulders, chest and shaft. I couldn’t stop staring. My heart picking up base I felt new instincts kicking up. As if on auto pilot I kneeled on the bed and crawled between the Broderick’s thighs. My hand grasped his upwards curving shaft causing him to elicit a small moan. Fully expecting to get right down to business I started down to meet his large fleshy cock when his hands suddenly gripped under my arms and pulled.
Half surprised I blinked coming too as the bigger football pro moved to lie back, pulling me with him on the bed. Our shafts pressing against each other my bare body laid next to his and our arms mutually connected, hugging each other. Beside both of us Pasha joined lying on his side. A hand propping up his head he rubbed a hand along my back, allowing me and Broderick to have our moment.
There was a almost a raw vulnerability that remained ever present. Both Pasha and Broderick were huge, intimidating. I’d never spent more than sporadic moments at the gym, here and there. Going for a few weeks then taking a month break. The two others looked as if they lived to lift weights and get big. Despite my own insecurities it felt reassuring to feel those arms wrap around my back. Broderick holding me firm, while Pasha’s dense palm rubbed from my shoulders to my lower back. I felt grateful he kept it just above my ass.
Leaning up Broderick’s eyes shut as his mouth closed mine. I could feel his shaft throb under mine as his mouth parted for a deep set kiss, which I did not hesitate to give in too. Our lips massaging one another’s, strands of our saliva mixed. His tongue seemed to playfully keep on licking into my mouth, running under my gums and into my mouth to suppress my own oral organ. When I tried returning the gesture he’d double his efforts. It’d seem he enjoyed dominating the kiss, taking my mouth at his leisure. He snorted heavily threw his nose, against my face. I could feel his body heat pick up. Soon my ass and whole lower body was raising and lowering. Below Broderick’s powerful hips gyrated, humping up under mine. Finally though after several minutes of engaging in this he stopped and pulled his mouth off mine.
“You’re a great kisser Mark.” His hips playfully wriggled under mine.
I grinned sheepishly, never hearing this complement before. “Thanks, you are too.”
Broderick made a guttural sound that came off almost like a growl and went back in to playfully collect his lips on mine. To the side Pasha rubbed up to the back of my head. Leaning in he his thick accent breathed. “I’ll be tasting those lips too ‘rick, makin sure you save some for me too.”
Below the ginger’s built chest rumbled as he chuckled under mine. Pulling off the kiss once more he nodded, turning his head to his college partner. “Well damn I’m good for a couple rounds myself, an right now really feel like I could go.”
He turned back to me. “What say put that mouth to good use Mark again?” He squeezed encouragingly. My eyes must have shown my hint of surprise and his face softened. “If you’re okay with this… we’re – I’m not moving too fast for you, am I?”
“I – I …” Taken aback by the sudden turn for tenderness I had to suddenly remember, what I was doing with these two may have been brought on my someone else, but they entirely thought I was a wholly willing accomplice.
“Tell them to talk dirty to you.”
That fiend. His voice was a low whisper, instructing me through the ear piece. “Make it clear they are to talk raw and dirty to you or grandma is gonna get this on take. You wouldn’-“
“I’ll help you out, but only if you and Pasha talk down to me about it.” I said interrupting that damned voice. My heart picked up. I was humiliated to ask for it, but a twinge of excitement brewed.
Broderick smiled back. “It’s interesting you’re into all this kinky stuff, we are seriously going to have lots of fun together.”
Our bodies were hot, sweaty. The air was filled with raw, thick pheromones. It was settling in that I was enjoying myself, that I did genuinely want to proceed on. I didn’t know how else to respond. “…Thanks.”
Broderick smiled back. “Thanks? Damn dude, thank you! You know you’re incredibly generous. It’s incredible I was able to connect with you, everything so far I’d love to do more of.” His body flexed as his hands gripped my shoulders. Gently, but consistently pushing me down his frame I took the hint and started to ease down. Our bodies slipped to one another, until his angry hard shaft was pointing up at my face.
“Thanks.” I said again, another hued blush. Was that all I could say? My hands gripped his shaft as I pumped on it slowly. Before I could think I added, “I really was embarrassed before. I guess I didn’t know if I weirded you know with kissing your feet.”
My eyes widened as I brought that up again. There snorts above. Looking I saw a shared grin between them. Both Broderick and Pasha sitting up against the bed’s head board looking down on me.
“Well it was unusual to hear, but fuck if it felt great. Haha, and now you’re asking too be talked down too.” Broderick’s genuinely smiling face turned a little cocky. “If you’re a nice slut for a big pair of feet, I’ll be glad to lend my little foot pig mine to slurp and suck on any time.”
My eyes widened.
He seemed to read my reaction of surprise and embarrassment and edged on. “I’m already planning on nights I can have you over, where you can rest under pig. Maybe after practice, fresh out of my cleats and thick socks while I play video games or something. Damned pig, I’ll turn you into my foot rest!” Broderick humped up playfully smudging his leaky glands against my lips. The shaft finally slipped past my lips and slide along my tongue.
The image flayed at my ego but I couldn’t tell if I’d been more shocked at the comment itself or excited that that may be something he’d actually hold true too. The raw glands leaked against my tongue and never having sucked cock before I wasn’t sure how to go about it. Mostly mouthing around it, my tongue rolled along the long salty underside, feeling how the texture felt squishy and hard at the same time. It was possible I was not doing the job Broderick had liked because I heard him whisper to Pasha. “Dude, I don’t think this fuckin foot pig believes me. Why don’ you encourage him a bit.”
I glanced up looking at how Pasha’s mouth curled into a dark grin. He wrapped an arm around Broderick’s shoulders and hoisted himself up further on the bed. I was unsure what was happening, as the Russian gorilla sat himself up as well as he could then kicked his legs up. Soon both his giant feet were in the air over his fellow athlete. They kicked towards me. The plump, dense soles covered my entire view above as they planted side by side down on my face.
My senses were once more clouded with the titan sized walls of steamy spongy feet condensing down. Pasha’s larger, sweatier soles gripped nearly all around my whole head. My nose squashed at the mid arch between the two sides, I breathed in their boisterous stench. Fat toes gripped into my hair the feet themselves started to bob my head on Broderick’s cock.
Even Pasha got into the act, breathing low in his deep voice. “Da, ya under a real brutes feet now piggy pie. Under mine you’ll learn to lick and live like a true whore.”
“Mmmmhhff…” I moaned low, losing myself. Each of his feet seemed to grind down, the smelly fat upper pads mashing and twisting. One then the other I realized Pasha was squashing a bug, a bug that happened to be my face.
Still under the intense heat, and heavy scents, and insane embarrassment it was happening to me again. Hopelessly aroused I gurgled and gave another moan, causing the two to chuckle.
Under those thick soles my mind slipped away, even to the point that I’d forgotten I had a dick in my mouth. Broderick humped re-reminding me and I stifled a gag as the tip nearly hit the back of my throat. Coming too my mouth suckled down on the hefty shaft. As inexperienced as I was, I guess I had started to do a good enough job that I head Broderick start moaning above.
“Oh damn, there you go you foot slut. Take that dick; give it a nice slobbering over.” My ear piece breathed. The instigator in all this obviously enjoying the show, I did my best to ignore him.
Easing up the shaft to the tip my lips sealed on it while the walls of Pasha’s momentarily dropped, sandwiching around the exposed portion of the shaft. Toes collecting just under my lips they pushed up until his toes sank in. My lips stretched, around the wriggling digits I licked around slurping Broderick’s leaky glands and Pasha’s toes. I faintly wondered just how lewd this was out an outsider’s perspective.
His large toes squirmed up under my nose the bulky smelly digits took a luxurious amount of time to feed each toe jam caked gap between my nostrils.
With each slow head bob I gave, I took more of that shaft, and more of those toes. Soon Broderick’s comments were fading and his moans if pleasure increased.
Pasha’s toes finally plucked out of my mouth allowing me to re-double my efforts. Again his long arching soles caved on either side of my face, sealing me in their smelly world best they could as I once more proceeded to concentrate on my true task at hand.
Broderick’s shaft throbbed eagerly. His moans getting louder, I gripped his pole and kneaded around it soothingly. Suckling in my cheeks I bobbed my head as fast I could manage, over and over until I heard him.
“Damn… shit, fuck, here I go, I’m shooting damn! Fucking take it you foot slut, I’m shooting in your toe-jam gobbling mouth!”
Both giant soles pressed hard on my face. The room stinking of Broderick’s ripe groin, and Pasha’s stinking feet, the shaft in my mouth blasted cream to back of my throat, then white washed my tongue bitter tasting cum.
