labor and foot worship

Nathan began to think of Brandon’s first punishment. “Before we do anything, my drum kit is still outside in my car. The summer heat is no good on that stuff. Go unload my car and bring all the equipment inside before it gets too hot.”

Nathan looked at me for approval after giving the order.

“Nice start. I like it. Outdoor public nudity combined with chores, it has a real frat hazing vibe. Good job, Nathan. See, this is exactly why I wanted to share this with you.”

He smiled back at the compliment reflexively. We sat together on the couch and watched Brandon take multiple trips outside to retrieve all the pieces of Nathan’s drum kit from his car. His fair skin blushed pink again and glistened in sweat from the combination of **** labor and the outside heat.

I looked to Nathan again as Brandon finished making his last trip inside. “What’s next? And be creative. Think about all the sleazy things he’s done to both of us. Don’t waste this moment, kid.”

“Come over here and clean my feet, dog.” Nathan kicked off his dusty sandals fully exposing his equally grimy feet. He stuck out both his feet and wiggled his toes at Brandon who was still catching his breath and recovering from the physical exertion.

As soon as the command registered within his subjugated mind, he reflexively fell to his knees and crawled towards his new directive. He eagerly devoured a big toe first, then tried fitting as much of Nathan's foot in his mouth as possible. He sucked on all five toes at once this way while his tongue ran in and out, licking the sole of the foot. He did this until the foot was far enough down his throat that he started to gag. He slowly pulled back, being sure to suck up all of his saliva and Nathan’s foot sweat as he did so. After kissing each toe individually again, he turned his devotion over to the other foot and repeated his worship.

I was pretty sure I could see Nathan’s shorts tenting as Brandon continued sucking on his other foot. I didn’t really have doubts about his heterosexuality, I just assumed that amount of control and submission would be a turn on for anyone. I was plenty aroused myself and feet have never been my thing, personally.

I wanted to encourage Nathan and see how far he would take it. “So, um… You two seem to be having fun. Would you like me to go in the other room and give you both some privacy?”

He looked up from watching Brandon use his tongue to clean his filthy feet. Presently, he was focused on getting in between every toe and savoring the bountiful treasures he found there.

“For the last time, Asher, I’m not gay.”

“No, I know, I know. I’m not saying or implying anything, except… Look, I want you to get the most out of this. You don’t need me sitting here watching with a hard-on and making you self conscious. This should be a personal moment between the two of you. And don’t forget, he wants this. He's a piece of shit and he deserves to be treated this way. Isn't that right, Brandon?"

He sat up from his foot worship and looked up at Nathan on the couch. "Yes, Master, I deserve to be treated like the piece of shit that I am. Please, Nathan, be cruel. Humiliate me in the most twisted ways you can imagine. Please let me show you how much punishment I can take."

Nathan smiled sadistically. "Alright, if you insist."

He looked back at me and nodded. I took that as a queue and headed to my bedroom. I still hadn't got dressed this morning aside from the sweats I grabbed from Brandon's floor. From my room, I could hear a conversation happening in the living room, but it was too muffled to make out what was being said.