Tough times (Patreon)

It had been a tough day, absolutely zero orders came through. In fact it had been a touch week, month, and since it was only just February it had actually been a tough year. I had only had two bookings. And one of those was for September and the other was only for a week and that had been and gone.

I craved for more bookings, more bodies to explore. Maybe I should update my looks, maybe it was the cost of living crisis, but surely someone out there wanted to body swap with me? I needed to find someone who would want a long-term deal. So I published a special offer, one year in my body for free, just my body, not my life, I would still be myself just with your body. I posted a condition that is still be allowed to continue my business venture using their body-for-body swaps throughout the year. They, whilst they had my body would also be given the ability to body swap. After the hear we would swap back to our original bodies, if we wanted too. I had streams of applicants. However, there was only one who stood out to me. Miles.

Miles had used my services before, I knew what his body was like I had been him. He sent me a picture of him in his footy kit straight after a match. Hey man, I would love to loan your body for a year, no objections you using mine for your body swap empire. But I've got a proposition for you.

Since the pic was sent with the main feature being his dirty boot I kind of knew what he was planning but I asked anyway.

Yeah, ill swap with you but once were swapped I want to experience what people pay me for, my feet. I want to use your body to clean these boots, then soak up all the sweat from my feet and socks with your tongue.

Hey bro. I'm really don't care what you use my body for, so yeah if you want to do that it's fine, it will be your tongue, your body doing the “cleaning”. He sent me another pic.

Better make sure your tongue is nice and wet, my feet are a bit mucky today.

All that will be up to you my friend. By the time my tongue is any near your feet, my tongue will belong to you and your feet will belong to me. If feet are your thing I’m happy to oblige every once in a while with your own feet or some I’m borrowing at the time.

Yeah man I’m up for that. So how do we swap them? Last time I booked you it was all online and I had to pay upfront.

Exactly the same way. Pick a time within the next hour, give us chance to meet up for you to do this “cleaning”. select 1 year as the time frame. Since it’s a free promotion you won’t need to enter your card details. Then at the time you selected we will trade places. My body will literally transform itself into you and yours will transform itself into me.

Well, it’s 6.30 now, how does 7.30 sound, meet at the footy club car park, we can head to the changing rooms for the rest.

I simply texted a thumbs up. And the booking notification came through moments later. I then had multiple images sent to me. Each with varying degrees of foot “porn” to him anyway. We met in the car park at 7.20 and he led me into the changing rooms. Our trade began at exactly 7.30 as it should of. It always began from the lower half of my body. It’s like a dissolving kind of experience where my shoes, socks, toes and feet all disappear but are quickly replaced by that of who had booked me. So within about 30 seconds my feet had been replaced by his and were now covered in his muddy boots. Great, I should of told him to get dressed in his civvy clothing not his footy kit. But I guess if he wants his wicked way with his former feet then footy kit makes more sense. Then my legs began to disappear and I felt the cold as his shorts weren’t covering his legs. My dick was replaced by his then our torsos swapped then our arms and hands. Finally our heads and faces swapped and I now I had his body and he had mine. He got straight to work on my new boots, socks and feet. He enjoyed it far more than I was expecting and to be fair I enjoyed it too.

On the way home I found myself wanting more foot work doing. After all these feet belonged to a footy player and clearly needed some worship. Did I say worship? I meant looking after/ fixing up after such a career. I sent him a few pics. Pics like these, he had probably sent to other lads who wanted to pay for this worship. But these pics he had never seen before because I took them. Some how it turned him in greatley and he immediately wanted to meet up again for some more…

Of course I was teasing him with his own body, with his own feet. Trying to make sure he knew who was the boss. Which does he prefer? Black socks, white socks, bare foot? I was particularly proud of the one of me sat on the bed. Straight after he had just finished cleaning my feet they were already dirty again. And the last one with me in a white vest, that sent him practically wild, he was straight over and serviced my feet. He begged for more, and demanded I got lots of body swaps booked so he got to try out other lads, working on his kink without anyone else knowing. After all he was the foot master, he was still getting lads book through him to abuse his, well my, delicious feet.

Maybe we should stay this way. I’m getting far more bookings with his body than I was in my own, he’s getting more foot fag tax as he called it and he’s getting to use his former feet and others to deal with his kink. I’m not sure I could take my own body back knowing how many lads have licked my feet. Plus I doubt I’ll ever rid my mouth of the taste. We’ve still got six months left so plenty of time to decide