You aren’t one to welch

As much as you dislike the idea of cleaning their shoes, you knew you had bet against Tony, and if he didn’t get his way, he could **** an even more humiliating and depraved dare on you, so reluctantly you push your chair back and crawl under the table, and begin licking shoes, much to the cheers and bottle clinking of your friends.

Scott is wearing a set of regular tennis shoes, some form of sneaker, doing your best to lick as fast as possible but Scott pulls his feet away and forces you to do long, slow licks. Eventually, you get his done to the point where he is satisfied, and move onto Scott’s shoes.

Matt has a pair of dark leather boots, though they seem pretty clean, the texture and taste is not something you relish, it’s better than Scott’s sneakers. Wait what? You don’t like this, why are you thinking like this? You try to hurry up on Matt’s shoes but he makes you go slow, just like Scott, along the leather and buckles. and you licks his in much the same manner, long slow licks, with a lot more to kick than Scott and by the end your tongue is nearly dried out, leaving you to smack your lips, eliciting some smart ass jokes before moving onto Tony’s shoes.

Tony has a pair of shiny Doc Martens, and you go to start licking but he pulls his feet back and forces you to step out from under the table for all to see. After shooting him a quick glare, you move out next to his seat, and begin licking as best you can, knowing he is most stringent of them all, and as you lick them, he partially shoves the entire boot in your mouth, making you momentarily **** in surprise, before quickly returning to normal and finishing up.

You stand up, and realize you are hard, and as you sit down, you unbutton your pants to take care of your stiffy, trying to surreptitiously pleasure yourself, and the next hand of cards is dealt out during this time.