by Demnencia XD
Note: Brody was a fic I wrote thinking about the model from MyFriendFeet Mathew.C (aka Lance Syverson). I always fantasied to worship his feet and how this cannot be possible I wrote a story about him.
https://www.myfriendsfeet.com/scenes/22399/matthews-size-10-feet-worshiped?nats=My4yLjI1LjE1Ni4xNjAuMC4wLjAuMA
Working in an office can be full of surprises.
One minute you are the boss and when you lesser expect your employee suddenly become your boss! The best moment of my day was checking on him. No matter how hard and stressful was my day, watching him at work would always make everything worth it!
Brody had white lightly golden-toned skin. He has 6'1 a tall, and he was a hell of a hot-looking guy! His gaze was so defiant… his smile so cute and so mischievous! He had the most breathtaking facial traits I have ever seen in a man! He had soft and pinkish cheekbones… he had so intricated and so delicate Jawlines that it looked like they were perfectly drawn by hand. When laughs all the gravity of the word seemed to converge in a single point of my chest. My heart couldn’t help skip a bit when I catch glimpse of him smiling white those shining white star-like teeth or when his cute dimples would mark a mischievous smirk. I risk saying Brody was the most handsome and stunning guy I ever met!
Even though I'm his boss, he never lowered his head or looked downward when walking near me by the halls... by the contrary! Whenever I’d spoke to him I would look down… or at least towards his feet, haha!
He wore dress social shoes - so shiny - and the most impressive thing that always gets me wondering is "how in the world could those shoes support sucha big feet?" They were huge!!! His shoe was size 15 (I checked once when he kicked them off to get a little comfy while sleeping with his feet up on the table during break time).
Sometimes I asked him to work overtime so just I could admire him. When we were alone, he would unbutton his social shirt - he wore a black tank top under his shirt and it helps to accentuate his toned physique, marking his strong chest and defined six-pack he had. He adores to tease me. Even though I was his boss, he didn't give much importance to my presence.
During the overtime, sometimes, he would just prop his feet up over the worktable and rub his feet against each other until he completely accomplishes to kick his shoes off... knocking them onto the ceramic floor, causing a thunderous noise from the impact of the two monumental shoes hitting the floor: revealing his huge, majestic feet covered on by two - visually damp - lustrous black socks. He leaned back in his chair as he fiddled in his cell phone. I almost couldn't contain my desire to serve him the way he deserved.
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One day, usual as any other, I walked into my office just to bump into a scene my eyes couldn’t just believe: I see Brody sitting in my chair with his feet over my paperwork and files. I can't describe in words the utter feeling of fury that was growing inner on my stomach. He had gone too far... EVEN FOR HIM! When I opened my mouth to shout a thousand curses, he - with simplicity - turned his cell phone to me showing a record of me: gazing at him as a street dog would look at a big juicy piece of beef... his feet crossed over a mountain of paper and at the bottom... my pants barely keeping the volume that grew in my underwear.
- You see "boss"... all that times you said me to pay attention to the job?! Remember? - He started speaking with a confident smirk.
- I... I-I... - I Try to gag anything out but I fail.
- Who said I didn't pay attention? If I may, "boss" I would say that I'm a visionary guy. Who'd said that your tiny little dick could grow such'a big when the daddy here kicked his social shoes off?! Haha...
- Brody... listen! You are committing a big mist...
- NO! YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND LISTEN OLD MAN! Now I play the rules, well... that is if don't want all your employees to acknowledge the fact that their boss is actually a foot-fagg pervert that has a crush on me! Is that what you want, faggot?
- Brody asks me with one of his eyebrows raised, a presumptuous smile on the corner of his lips, and his tone of voice full of self-assured and arrogance.
I stay mute, looking astonished at him with my jaw dropped.
- Well, then... time to set my condition!
- Co-conditions? - I ask perplexed
- Nah... no jabbering in my presence... unless I tell so! And now then there is no Brody... is only Boss for you! Understood? - He asks.
- ... - I don't respond
- Understood?! - Asked again, now in an even threatening lower tone.
- Oh... y-yes...! - I manage to gag.
- Oh, yeah?! - He says with a bit of fun on his tone, just as he was expecting something more.
- Y-yesss... - I stare at him, dubiously, trying to understand his expression and what is that he wanted. - Oh, yes boss!
- That-a-boy! Now, where was I...?! – He looked up with doubt expression then puts a shining grin on his face – That's, right! My conditions: I want a raise, I want you to shorter my working day so I have more time to spend with my girl and I'm done with the pathetic overtimes you shove up on my ass just to keep checking on me! Well... now thinking better about it... I think I'll keep the "overtimes" on Friday and Monday. These will be the days you'll spend the day being my doggo and rubbing my feet when I order you, get it?
- Yes, boss!
- Good, bitch! Wow, do you know what it's funny?! Today is Friday! Do you know what it means?!
- I-I...
- It means that there's a job to be done! - Brody dragging his left leg over the table knocking all my paperwork and office tools on the ground. Then he propped both legs over the table, his feet crossed one over the other in front of me.
- MY DOCUMENTS!!! - Scream in despair.
- There are more important matters that demand your caring now... and they are just before you! - Then he points, with one eyebrow raised, at his feet at the opposite side of the table, where I find myself almost wedged on between his immense shoe soles.
- There are more important matters that demand your caring now... and they are just before you! – Brody points, with one eyebrow, raised, at his feet at the opposite side of the table - where I find myself almost wedged on between his immense shoe soles.
I accept my fate as my shoulder muffle too and answer in a submissive tone:
- Yes, sir!
He just snickers at me triumphantly. Then Brody leans back on the chair putting his muscle arms behind his head and letting his feet lean fully forward to get comfy, without caring if his feet would hit me in the face... what it did, indeed! And he hasn’t even realized it (or maybe he did but isn’t such’a big deal although).
At least I’ll get to enjoy Brody’s hot jock feet after a “hard” day of work trapped on his social shoes. So, I think: “Why not”? I’m already fucked, so to the wreck it all! I’ll make my hell at least a little bit enjoyable and tasty... and what a taste should those two big hell of soles must have?!
I take his massive left shoe in my hand, then I pull it in the direction of my chest. I have to pull it harder, then – to my surprise - the amount of sweat helps me, finally to slip off way his shoe with a lot of work.
Brody muffles a laugh at the sight of me, clumsy, trying to manage a way how to hold his giant shoe with both my hands. I forget my anxiety for a second and take a deep breath inside his shoes, inhaling all the vinegary manly smell of sweat that Brody built inside it over the day.
- Yeah, fagg... that's right! Take a deep whiff of the sweet aroma of a real man! How does it feel to be an inferior worm, huh?! - Brody suddenly kicks the shoe out of my hand and stomps my face with his drenched sweat socked black foot covering the full right side of my face almost flat. - How is for an old hug like you being under the foot of a god-like me, huh?!
I let it scape a moan. Brody continues my degrading speech:
- How does it feel for a big shit like you that always earned everything you wanted, so easily, by just asking for it and gaining it in no time, but now instead… all you get is to lick every drop of sweat from the foot of his employee? Tell me… do you feel great now, prick?! – Brody said louder. I swear could feel some kind of anger in his word, like he was finally spitting out all the kinds of suppressed feeling he was holding back, but the most concerning of it all… he seemed to enjoy it.
- Brody… I’m sorry! I have no idea you felt that way! If you just tell me before everything could be so different. Look, you're right bout my kink and I… I love you, but that’s no excuse to blackmail me. Look, if only you have told me before, I’m sure we coul… - I’m abruptly interrupted by Brody's black foot suddenly invading my mouth.
- Shut up, bitch! I don’t wanna hear about your homo feelings for me or the pathetic excuses for you being a freaking male foot perv! The only thing I need from you now is your tong between my toes! Alright, faggot?! – He asks with that sexy mischievous smirk and brown raised.
I tried to answer, but his foot was so buried so deep in my throw that I think by any slip I could seriously choke. So with my mouth full of his foot, I could taste the strong taste of salt and vinegary coming from the fabric, in addition now covered with my own saliva. All I could do is just to nod a yes.
- Good boy! Now take off my sock! – Brody commands me.
At the moment my hand landed on his socked foot he shoves his foot deeper on my through causing me to choke hard.
- USE YOUR TEETH YOU FUCKING MOORON! ARE YOU THAT STUPID, HUH?
I quickly nod I understood, then he stopped pressing his strong foot. I take a distance from his foot, only the necessary to bite the tip of his sock, then I pull it back. His sock was so tight on his foot, all the sweat must help the fabric to glue against his sweaty skin. I tried my best to pull his sock, but it wouldn’t come anyway! With my teeth, I pull from side to side, but it’s the same.
- Yo, this so funny… ya lookin’ like my doggo, haha! – Brody laughed at me.
Suddenly, Brody pulled his leg back with no effort and finally his sock get loose… resulting in me falling back with my ass on the ground with his sock on my mouth.
- C’mon fagg… LICK!!! - Brody said in a cocky manner giving no attention to my foolishness. He was holding his foot in the air – his giant pinkish sole was turned right into my direction… if you pay attention you could notice drops of sweat sliding over the surface of his sole skin, getting smaller as it slides… and then disappearing in his manhood. I almost slobber in awe at that disbelieving hot scene.
I crawl on my four to his foot, I close my eyes as I approach it… then I press my nose slightly against his massive hot sole. I drag the point of my nose up and down… as my nose slides against the rough skin of his sole it sweeps the sweat from the moist surface into my nostrils filling my lungs with that delightful manly aroma each time I sniff over and over!
I start to whimper as start sniffing in between his toes as a hot stuffy wave blasted on my face flooding my brain with a vinegary musky foot smell… so intense… so good!
Watching from above Brody just snickers and wiggle his fingers on my nose.
Suddenly Brody grabs me by the neck and force my face against his sole while, with an infantile tone, said a bunch of provocations to humiliate me.
- Do you like smelling my foot faggot, huh?! Do you?! – He said with it a childish voice. – Do you like a true man rubbing his feet on yer fucking face, huh?
- Yes master!
- Lol, you’re so pathetic! Look at you… JUST LOOK AT YOU! HAHA…
I resist no more… I start licking his sweaty sole, whipping all the flavor of it directly to my tastebuds. Brody gave another arrogant smile and took his cellphone from the pocket and start fiddling on it while I cleaned his foot automatically.
From that day on I became his slave: I had to give him a considerable raise of payment and, at the end, of each shift I have to give him a very well long foot massage on each sole, and the best of all... I had to wipe every single drop of sweat from his feet with my own tongue! It could take hours since his huge feet covered my entire face. Meanwhile, he would degrade me and took more photos as ammunition to further his blackmail.
The End…
