Foot Worship

Kenny smirks as he moves to lean lazily against one of the corner posts, untying his boots and tossing them aside to reveal his feet. “You’re lucky, Tiger. I’m feeling nice today.” The cruel smile on his face gives you reason to doubt that statement, but you let him finish. “Worship my feet a bit, and I’ll let you go.” You stare at him with a curled lip of disgust, but he just quirks an eyebrow expectantly, lifting one foot into the air.

You sigh as you lift up off your back and crawl over to him. He presses his foot against your feet, and you groan a bit as you breathe in the sweaty funk. You kiss Kenny’s foot hesitantly, and he nods approvingly but motions for you to keep going. You sigh and kiss it repeatedly, slowly starting to lick it clean as well. Once he’s satisfied with your work on the first, he makes you do the same with his other foot. By the time he lets you off the hook, you’re convinced that you’ll be tasting that sweaty tang for the rest of your life.

Kenny offers you a hand to your feet and a towel, both of which you gratefully take. Your little audience has started to disperse as you towel yourself off. Kenny looks you up and down appraisingly, a slight smirk on his face still.

“Well, you did well enough for a Jobber. You’ve got good stamina, and you look hot getting dominated. Those are really the only two criteria, so you’ll be fine, I reckon. Steady on, and I’ll hope to see you in a real match someday soon, yeah?” He claps you amiably on the shoulder with a chuckle and leaves you in the ring. You do the same in your own time, mentally preparing yourself for life as an Eros Jobber.