Foot Slave PT 2 (Patreon)

Wyatt woke up his roommate was passed out on the floor. He didn’t remember walking home, he didn’t remember much if he was being honest, there was one part of the night that stood out, and that he remembered fully. He shivered in anticipation last night Logan’s feet had been so wonderful, and he couldn’t imagine what they’d be like after rugby practice. 

He glanced over at his sleeping roommate, his feet were just so slightly exposed, he found his heart racing, they weren’t Logan’s feet, but they still looked so good.

“No” He thought to himself. “Only Logan.” He took a deep breath trying to calm himself.

Wyatt sat in Logan’s room, he had made sure to get there early so that he would be prepared and so he wasn’t tempted by his roommate. He sat on the couch watching television when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

Sitting right under Logan’s bed was his prized gameday cleats. Wyatt didn’t even hesitate, he turned off the TV and pulled one of the cleats out. He looked at it for a second before stuffing his nose in and taking a deep whiff. It smelled so good, like Logan’s feet and so much more. He instantly felt himself getting hard his cock throbbing. 

“Someone is eager.” Logan said as he entered the room. Wyatt hadn’t even heard the door open. 

“I’m sorry.” He started dropping the shoe. 

“Don’t be sorry, but I’m here now so why not take the fresh thing?” Logan teased. His body was covered in sweat. 

Wyatt didn’t need to be told twice. He kneeled in front of Logan helping him take off his shoes and socks. The musk of his feet was heavy as soon as they came off, but Wyatt loved it. He was leaking at the very smell of it. He didn’t even need Logan to say anything he immediately went to work worshiping his feet. Licking them, sucking on them, taking in their musk. He did anything he could to show Logan how much he loved his feet. 

Logan stopped him for a second and stripped out of his shirts and pants, just leaving on his jockstrap.His body was greater than Wyatt could have imagined, his thick thighs and huge bulge. The musk coming from his bulge was so powerful and overwhelming Wyatt couldn’t think. He just went back to Logan’s huge feet licking and kissing them. 

“You’re such a good little slave.” Logan said patting Wyatt on the head. “I need to shower though.” 

Logan pulled off his jockstrap and handed it Wyatt, then headed into his bathroom. Wyatt took a deep breath pressing the jockstrap over his face. The musk filled his airways. He stripped down naked and began to stroke himself as he breathed the musk in deeply. He moaned into the jockstrap as it's musk filled his nostrils. In mere seconds he was leaking like crazy then within a minute he shot his load all over his chest.

Logan walked out of the shower a few minutes later, again just wearing a jockstrap. Looking at wyatt breathing into his jockstrap.

“I knew I made a good choice with you.” Logan said. He glanced at his phone for a second. “It's getting late, why don’t you stay boy?”

“Really?” Wyatt said.

“Mhmm” Logan replied. “And keep your clothes off. I like it better that way.”

“Yes sir of course. I’d be happy to.” Wyatt said. Logan crawled into his bed, and Wyatt followed after. 

“No boy the other way.” Logan pointed down towards his feet.

“Yes sir.” Wyatt said his eyes lighting up. He moved curling up at the bottom of the bed with Logan’s feet right in his face. 

“Goodnight slave.” Logan said.

“Goodnight sir.” Wyatt replied nuzzling his face close to Logan’s feet.