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footfunk · 4 months

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#389

This is a direct follow up to story #387

“Well, hello there shithead. So, you finally get to serve me outside some disgusting bookstore theater. I hope you are ready to get really nasty. Get on your fucking knees pig and sniff my foot….

“Take a deep whiff! I’ve been on my motorcycle for two whole days. Haven’t had a shower in that time. So I can’t imagine those dogs are fresh.

“Hey! No one told you to start licking. But since you started, you may continue. You know, when I come over here, you will always start with my feet. I want a foot massage at the same time as you are slurping on my toes. The one thing I allow my pigs to do to me without permission is taking care of my feet: licking, sucking, cleaning, scraping, chewing, and so on.

“Don’t look at me like that. You want to be an intern for the executive team, you got to do what’s expected. Foot worship includes foot care. In fact feel my heel for callouses. Dry hunh? I want you to scrape them off…. Use your teeth.

“Wait you think that’s nasty? Aren’t you the one who seeks me out at Ruby’s bookstore and beg me to use you? And how do I do that? By forcing you to take random cock after random cock in your pussy, and then making you clean them off after they dump a load in you. And I hold your head while those same blue-collar tradesmen bend over you clean out their ass cracks. You drank my piss. You are a pig through and through. And you balk at this? Shithead, please.

“You do as you are told. That electrified collar around your neck is there for a reason. While I don’t get into the pain thing like Ben and Lloyd do. I will use it to get what I want. You got that. The four of us executives have our own thing when it comes to using shitheads like you, but we all believe that you need to be trained to do it all. I’m here today to see how much of a pig we both know you to be. One of those things includes eating the dead skin off my feet.

“Normally foot service is the beginning of giving me a tongue bath, but that will have to wait for now. I need to take a piss.

“Sit back on your heels. Help me with my sweatpants. Whew! Smell that? That’s my jockstrap. I have worn it for a week now.

“What are you doing? Don’t discard my sweats in some heap. Pick them up. Now, sniff my crotch. Inhale the nastiness. You always sniff my crotch anytime you remove pants or underwear, or jock. And’s not just me, but do that to Bryce, Lloyd, and Ben. You should be able to tell the four of us apart from our crotch and ass smells.

“Now sniff the ass too. Even if there’s skid marks, sniff it. My socks, you sniff. My jock, you sniff. My shirt, you sniff. Then you fold it, and respectfully put it down.

“Here’s my shirt. It’s full of dried sweat and armpit stink. I’m going to leave it with you so you can smell me when I’m not here. Rub it on your face, especially the arm pit area. Smelling my own pit gets me rock hard. I love my stink. One thing you need to know, and don’t ever fuck this up. While you are expected to give me a tongue bath, you will never lick my pits. I don’t want some piss drinking pig to contaminate my smell with his licking. Rather I want you rub your face in there.

“Here, get in here. Rub your fucking toilet face in my pit. Feel my oily sweat coat your nose, your mouth, your cheeks, everything…. Yeah pig. Now the other side. Get it in good. You can use your lips, but no licking.

“You are going to stink! But it’s my stink. And that is everything. Pull back, leave some for me to enjoy.

“As I said earlier, I got to piss. Let’s go into the bathroom.

“Kneel in the middle. Lloyd made sure that this bathroom was large enough for some serious fun. Bury your face in my jock. Oh yeah. Like that.

“You ready to drink me? You did that a couple times in the bookstore’s theater in front of those hard-working men. I don’t think the bookstore liked cleaning up the piss. Oh well.

“Put the bottom of my bulge in your mouth. Feel my cockhead under the jockstrap pouch? Tastes nasty hunh? Just wait.

“…Ahhh! Drink all you can pig as it comes through my rank jock. You get the extra benefit of the week-old stale piss being reconstituted.

“Get that mouth back where it belongs. I know it tastes nasty. That’s what I want. But keep drinking. I don’t give a shit that it’s going all over the place. You can clean it up afterwards. I see you want to gag. Don’t you dare.

“Focus on the task at hand. Piss drinking should be second nature to you. If not, it will be. If you are retching at this, then the next thing is really going to make you hurl. I got to take a dump.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! The terror on your face tells me everything and is getting me hard. Now I can’t speak for Lloyd, but I don’t really get into scat. As nasty and disgusting as I can get, it’s not my thing. I will think about it, I will tease you about it, but I’m not into the reality of it.

“No, what I have in store is you giving me a blumpkin, you are going to give me head as I take a dump. Over here. Kneel in front of the toilet….

“I put my jock next to my shirt. After I leave, I want you to wear that jock around your neck. You can enjoy the richness of my smells when you are alone.

“Ok. You have blown me before. You are to do it again now. I’m going to do my thing…. Is this your first time?... Well, just ignore the sound and the smell. And the taste is going to be nasty.

“Oh, look! After two days of being in the hot sun riding on my motorcycle, my cock was very sweaty. I developed some cheese for you. You can probably smell it too.

“Nasty, isn’t it? Well, your job is to clean me up. Now crawl over here…. PIG! Now. I will give you a count of three. One…

“…Well damn! That shock knocked you to the floor…. I guess the collar works. You want another jolt? No, then crawl. Pig! Crawl!

“Good pig. You are learning. Don’t think about it. Just take it in your mouth and start the tonguing…. Good! Ahh!

“…Don’t stop sucking. Look up at me…. Notice I don’t have the remote or my phone in my hand. So, you might be wondering who shocked you.

“Keep in mind, there are cameras everywhere, and that collar can be triggered by accessing the controls on the internet. Now Lloyd, being our company’s Chief Security Officer, routinely checks the system to make sure that only us four men have access.

“Bryce could have zapped you. He likes it when his presence is felt, always reminding the pig of his control. It could have been Ben; he likes to inflicts pain on a whim. Or, it could have been Lloyd, who likes pain and raunch and wanted to see you cleaning off my cock. The thing is that it wasn’t me.

“The other interesting fact is that I’m done.

“Pull off. Get under the rimseat. Time for some tongue fucking and face riding…. What? Don’t give me that look. Toilet paper service is not scat. It has none of what I don’t like. Now you may think differently; I don’t care. Besides, you’ve eaten dirty asses before. I’ve seen the asses I had you lick at the bookstore. I know they weren’t 100% clean. Besides, I know what foods to eat to make using toilet paper merely a courtesy.

“Under the seat. Good pig.

“Look up at my ass. If you remember, this is the first thing you saw of me. You were on your back on that platform near the screen at the bookstore’s theater with your legs up in the air getting plowed by that electrician. I stood over you, showing my ass. Remember what you did? You stuck out your tongue. I squat down on your face and your tongue went to work at that instant. I knew you were an ass eating pig right away.

“Get that tongue going. Oh yeah. Good pig. Your tongue was made for this.

“You know, after I sat on your face and used you a few times, I recognized you immediately at the company picnic a couple of months ago. I knew you were Timothy Stone’s boy. I pointed you out to Lloyd and Ben and they were very interested. Lloyd said he would investigate you and your dad. I gladly bowed out and went to the office.

“I looked at your dad’s work. Well shit. Being the Chief Financial Officer, it took me less than an hour to find how he’s been scamming the company out of a serious amount of money. Lloyd found a lot more. We got things set up for him. Bryce is actually meeting with your dad in Vegas today.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Just keep that tongue action going.

“Too bad you aren’t going to Ruby’s any time soon. But don’t worry. Once you are established as trustworthy, I’ll take you on one of my bike runs as my pig. The guys I ride with like to go to the middle of nowhere and drink, smoke, and fuck. Ben and his boy sometimes join in. We use pain pigs and raunch pigs however we want. Some of those men can get rough and nasty.

“Some of them are local. I should call them over to have you clean out their shitholes for them. We need to get a good gang bang going. That’s my thing, a good ol’ train going.

“Let me see if Lloyd wants to join in. He’s always up for a good fuck.

“…Were you just zapped?... That must have been him.

“Hey Lloyd! I’m sure you hear me! Get your cock down here and let’s spit roast the pig.

“Pig. I know he’s training your pussy muscles to tighten up. For me I want you to be as sloppy as you can get. Remember each that for each cock going in your puss.

“Get your legs up in the air. Keep eating my shitter. I got your ankles. Here, let me put them under my armpits. Now that reveals your pussy to anyone walking in.

“Lloyd! I told you this pig would meet our needs. His pussy is ready for an all afternoon pounding.”

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#71

“Hey me and my buds noticed that you were checking out the urinals in that Flying J. Trust me, you may try to be discrete, but we notice it all, including the type of men you followed, big tall drivers. We decided to make you an offer. It’s Tuesday afternoon, our routes are pretty much the same. We all connect for the night around ten o’clock at this vista point down south. No one goes there who isn’t there to play. We usually find a fag or two there to use, but it is very hit or miss on a Tuesday. Throw in the rain we are expected to get, most likely we’ll be six cocks without a hole to fuck. My offer to you is, would you like to ride with me up there and get gang banged by six big beefy truckers?...

"Other drivers may show up and join in. I’ll return you here tomorrow night; you can pick up your car and go. Call in to your job if you have to. Trust me, you will never have an opportunity like this again. But just to let you know, we will be using you. Your holes will be our toys. We don’t care if you jack off, but should you cum, we won’t be stopping because you are no longer interested or you need a breather. We usually don’t stop until we are ready to sometime in the morning.

"You interested? Good. Strip. You will be kept naked during your time with me. I don’t trust clothed fags. We will call you names like fag, pussy, girl, and my favorite: cunt. Most of the guys are into rough sex, but nothing more than pile driving and skull fucking. Sven, the big blonde you followed in the bathroom last, he’s into making a cunt scream; his dick is enormous. Me, I’m into the raunchier side of fun. Do you like piss? Really, Hank and I will make sure you get all that you want, and more. You cleaned out? Good. As raunchy as I get, I’m not into cunt turds. When we get there, I will clean you out again. I have two piss bottles ready to be used in you. You will also eat my ass clean. That’s not up for debate.

"Give me your clothes and bend over the bunk. You are going to get your first load right now. I like a little bondage. So let me secure your wrists. Good. Hold still and I’ll be right back; I need to give your clothes and stuff to one of the other drivers. We want to make it clear that you can’t back out, no matter what cruel act we do to you. Oh look, Hank is coming over. You get us both before you even get going. He probably has a full bladder for you to drink down. I’ll be back, and don’t you dare spill any piss on my bunk.”

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