by Jeff D
I'm a 31 bear type with a cute baby face. Master is in his 40s, 6'5, beautiful size 16 feet and the deepest green eyes that seem to read right into your soul. Not sure how a slave like me got so lucky.
Since becoming Sir’s I do my chores and completely lose track of days, months and years. When he comes home from work I am waiting on all fours by the door. Ready to take his shoes off and kiss his feet. Once I've greeted Master properly and get him settled. I crawl to the fridge for his beer and scurry back to him. I'm not allowed to speak just look at and smell his hard-working feet. Dinner has already been made being kept waiting for the snap of his masculine fingers. As he eats I work on his tired worn out feet. Helping him relax makes me feel better. I get to eat later on. I eat the same as Master just when he puts my in my cage for the night.
Tonight he changed they way we did things and made me eat while he used me as a footstool and watched TV. I was confused, but did as I was told.
As master locked me in the cage under his bed he said we better get a good night's sleep. He has a fun day and night planned for us tomorrow. So I cuddled with my blanket and his dirty work socks and drifted off to a blissful sleep.
When I woke up Master was gone which was unusual. I usually take his morning piss and morning wood. A few moments later I heard Master and other men laughing. I got nervous and excited. Master is pretty selfish and doesn't like to share me.
Master appears, saying, good morning boy. Ready to play? I eagerly shake me head. He attaches my leash and leads me down to the play room. My favorite place. Hehe. I notice three other beautiful men sitting at some sort of table. Master slaps the back of my head and I Yelp. The other men laugh. How are you suppose to greet guests. I crawl and kiss each one on their shoes. I'm already excited by this point.
You see boy, Master and his friends have a game night and you're the guest of honor. He leads me to the table. I climb on the bottom part and get strapped in. Then a board is place on top of me. Only my face, cock and balls.
Here is how the game works the winner of each round get a foot worship session while the next game goes on. As for my cock and balls are fair game for anyone to play with until they all leave. Of course Master got his feet worshiped first. Master was just barefoot. Sir one was a business type with leather shoes and black sheer socks. Sir two must go-to the gym alot. He wore tennis shoes and white ankle socks. Now Sir three intrigued me, he looked to be a musician of some type. He wore long black heavy boots, with long dirty socks. They are allowed to slap or crush my face, but leaving no damage.
I lost complete track of time, but loved every minute of it. Since I was such a good boy Master let me sleep in the big bed cuddled with him. Snuggled in his arms and smelling his pits as he sleeps and as I finally dozed off.
