I wait in the darkness, the smells of the shoes around me filling the air, the scent of my owners feet filling my senses, causing my cock to strain in its cage as I breathe them in, my mind thinking of their beautiful feet. But I have to wait here, locked away and out of sight, my masters not wanting their foot slave wondering around their feet all the time, preferring to keep me stored away in here with the rest of the shoes, knowing that I'd enjoy the stench. As I think of my masters I can't help but sniff their shoes, taking in the lingering smell of their sweaty feet, hoping to be allowed out soon, wanting to taste their feet, to suck on their toes, to lick them clean.
I hear the sound of the door near to the chest, my home in the entrance, the latch undoing and light shining into the darkness. I look up at my master as his shoes are thrown at me, hitting my thin and weak body, one my owners barely feed, most of my meals being whatever dirt I lick off their shoes and feet, only getting fed a few times a week.
"Clean them up bootlicker." Before I can react the lid slams shut and I hear the latch close, sealing the lid down. With my new instructions I immediately get to work, gently holding his shoes as I lick the dirt, mud, grass and other filth off of them, making sure to make them sparkling clean, swallowing everything I catch with my tongue, filling my empty stomach with mud and dirt from the bottom of my master's shoes. Unable to stop myself I reward my hard work with a deep sniff of their freshly scented shoes, burying my nose inside them before the stale air mixes in with it, my cock straining hard as I take in deep breaths.
I look up as my lid is opened, unlike earlier the light is softer, no longer bright sunlight but the glow of the lightbulb, is it already evening? I see my master, his gym clothes soaked with sweat as he drops his stinking gym trainers into my home, his face looking at me with mocking disgust, as he lifts his sock covered foot and presses it into my face, forcing me to breath in his odder.
"Smell it you foot freak, breath it in. I bet your pathetic perverted little cock is trying to get hard at the revolting smell. I bet you want to peel off my sock and worship my stinky feet don't you? You really are disgusting. But first you need to earn that privilege slave. Get out." I obediently climb out, eager to earn my reward, the stench of his sock is intoxicating. I follow him into the bedroom as he removes his top and holds his arm up.
"I'm so sweaty, bring your sweat rag of a tongue over here and lick my sweaty pits." I bring my face up to his armpit and smell the strong post gym smell, my tongue moving out of my ring gag and gently begin to lick and lap at his sweaty pits, my cock twitching as I taste and clean them.
"You are so gross, who willingly licks another man's armpits?" His foot taps my tiny cage, lightly kicking my swollen balls, ones that are sensitive from years of denial, unable to jerk off any more to the feet that I worship.
"There's a reason we keep such a disgusting perverted freak like you locked up. Most just jerk off to actual sexy things, like cocks and asses, that's fine cause those normally aren't on full display for losers like you to jerk off to and get hard in public to, but you get hard and horny from seeing feet and armpits, those are everywhere, if you were free you'd be spending all your time cumming to any random stranger who shows their bare feet." I moan in horny agreement, his insulting and mocking turning me on even more, humiliatingly calling me out for being the foot freak that I am.
"That's enough, get your horrid tongue out of my armpits." I back away and wait for what is next, will he reward me with his feet now?
"I bet you're thinking of my feet aren't you? You really are so pathetic, you are in a bedroom with another man and all you can think about is his feet. No you can't have them just yet. First I've had an itch ever since I got out of the gym and I need you to sort it out." As he speaks he lowers his shorts and underwear, his large cock hanging semi erect and swaying in the movement. I watch as he turns and his ass comes into full view.
"Get in there slave, be a good ass licker and clean up my itchy ass." Without hesitation I move over to him and kneel down, making my face level with his sweaty ass, the smell strong from here, I bring my face up to his asshole and bury it between his cheeks, the smell of his dirty ass flooding my nose as I take deep breaths, a sudden loud warm blast of gas hitting me, almost choking me.
"Breath it in bitch, suck up my foul farts, you know you like it." I breath it in deeply, my cock straining as I begin to lap at his asshole, wiping it clean with my tongue, licking all the sweat and dirt away, before sliding my tongue gently and slowly inside his ass, tasting everything as I make sure that he is nice and clean, consuming anything that I find, regardless of how foul and disgusting it is.
"Yeah that's it, that feels so much better. You must be enjoying eating my ass slave, I can feel your hungry tongue inside me, I bet you love how it tastes don't you?" I moan in response as I continue to eat his stinking asshole. He suddenly pulls away and sits on the bed. I stare at his still covered feet.
"Not yet my foot freak. You still have one more place to clean." He spreads his legs and I understand and crawl over to his crotch, its scent more pleasant than the previous one. I begin to lick his sweaty balls, getting my tongue deep and burying my face in his crotch, the strong smell driving me crazy, making me wish I could touch my own cock as it strains, my balls aching from years of denial. I suddenly feel his cock slide into my open mouth and his hands holding the back of my head, forcing it down his long shaft, stretching my throat as he forces his way down it, my body gagging and choking on his large cock but he doesn't care as my arms helplessly flail, trying not to push away as he continues to uncaringly fuck my throat his now clean balls slapping my chin and my nose squishing into his crotch as I struggle to breath. I taste his warm cum as it shoots down my ravaged throat, if I was ever allowed to speak I'm sure my voice would be raspy after being used in such a rough way. I try to pull away but his hands still hold me in place, the warm liquid flowing over my tongue quickly explaining why, unable to move my head away I gulp down his piss, drinking down his gift.
I breath as his cock finally leaves my now drooling mouth.
"Finally a good use for your face, you make a good toilet, maybe one day we'll promote you to that role. Now time for your reward. Follow me piss guzzler." I crawl after him, my eyes locked onto his sock covered feet as we walk into the living room, my two master's sitting on the sofa, two small tables in front of them as they eat, my empty stomach rumbling as I see and smell their delicious meal. I watch transfixed as he removes his smelly socks and reveals his unwashed feet, the ripe smell filling my senses.
"Dig in slave." I immediately begin to worship his feet, sniffing them, licking them clean, the taste driving me wild, my cock straining as I bury my tongue between his toes, digging out dirt and swallowing it down, before hungrily sucking on his toes while they eat.
I kneel at the end of the bed, a pair of dirty underwear over my face as I watch my master's make love, showing me what a pathetic foot lover like me can never have, my cock forever caged, my greatest pleasure being when I get to worship their smelly feet, the only time I ever get to touch another person is when I’m serving them, cleaning their bodies with my filthy tongue.
Hearing them both moan loudly I watch as my master climbs off the bed and without speaking slides his cock into my waiting mouth, my tongue expertly cleaning it, making sure to get every drop of cum and every piece of filth from his lovers ass. Sliding out he grabs my hair and pulls me over to the bed. Letting go I crawl over to my other master's ass and begin to lick up the leaking cum, sliding my tongue deep in his stretched out ass, causing him to moan as I clean him out, my tongue scooping both cum and other less tasty things from his bowels. A loud fart chokes me before he moves his ass away from my well used face.
"Well done slave, I think you earned a reward before you return to your stinky home." I suddenly feel his sweaty gym socks stuff into my mouth, tasting the sweat soaked fabric as it rests on my tongue.
"That should keep you entertained during the night." I am dragged back to the chest in the entrance and I climb inside, returning to the familiar smell of my master's shoes, ones which only turn me on as I am forever left denied in my cage.
"Stinky dreams my disgusting little foot slave." With that the lid is closed and locked, leaving me in my dark and smelly hone until I'm allowed out to worship their feet once again, my mind looking forward to it.