Conner
“You belong down there.”
Brody had been getting ready to leave the apartment when Conner had asked for help. Brody didn’t have much time and he knew his girlfriend was going to be mad if he was late again. She had great tits and a decent personality, but the whole nagging-thing was starting to get a bit on his nerves. And if Brody wasn’t there to escort her to the mall on time, she would be extra moody.
“Brody! Can you help me for a sec?” Conner shouted from his bedroom. Brody briskly made his way over, thankful his long, powerfully-built legs did so with ease.
“Make it quick,” Brody answered as he leaned on the doorframe, his jockish build filling it in perfectly. Being so broad and muscular was sometimes a curse, but right now Brody looked like a model entering the set of a sitcom where the audience would roar with applause.
“I dropped a part of my headset underneath my desk and I can’t get it.” Conner was currently invested in some video game, his eyes never leaving the screen and his mouse clicking furiously.
“Seriously dude?” Brody cocked an eyebrow while scratching his head through the short raven hair.
“Yeah bro,” Conner said. “Please, I’m desperate, the team is freaking out: I’m not ‘fully in the game’.”
Brody snorted and made his way over to the desk. Bending over, he carefully scooted his way towards Conner’s chair, noticing the other man’s legs and feet in the way.
“Hey, would you mind moving these furry sticks for me.”
“‘Sticks’?” Conner was amused. “Those calves were built from years on the field. I bet you can’t say the same.”
Brody rolled his eyes, knowing Conner was right. His legs were truly hairless twigs, and short ones too. Brody watched as Conner lifted his feet up, allowing for him to venture further underneath the desk. Looking around, Brody realized he didn’t actually know what he was supposed to be looking for. Then, he felt Conner place his feet on his back.
“Hey!”
“What?” Conner laughed cockily. “While you’re down there you might as well be the perfect footrest.”
Brody took in a deep breath of air, noticing the lack of uncontaminated oxygen underneath the desk. “What does this thing look like?”
“Small,” Conner replied. “Like you.”
“Ha-ha,” Brody enunciated back. He had to admit he did fit underneath this desk pretty easily.
“It’s true, I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else down there.” Conner dug his feet playfully into Brody’s thin back. “With hands like yours, I knew you’d be able to help me.”
Brody looked at his delicate fingers, confused. “Any other adjectives you could use besides ‘small’?”
“Dutiful,” Conner added.
“Well I would hope it would get the job done,” Brody remarked, blowing a few strands of his blond bangs out of his face. All he could see were cords and all he could smell was the soft odor that emitted from the presence of male feet.
“Oh, we weren’t talking about you?” Conner sheepishly questioned, bringing a bright red color to Brody’s cheeks.
“I diD-” Brody’s voice cracked violently, allowing for his larynx to slide upwards. “-I didn’t think that was funny.”
“Who said I cared what you think?”
Brody suddenly felt a shift in the conversation. He felt Conner’s legs lifted off of him, allowing for the smaller male to shift underneath the desk like a dog settling into its kennel. Looking up, Brody noticed how much bigger Conner suddenly appeared, and how much that size affected his outlook on the situation. Brody began to feel less than, bringing a light headache on.
“Hold on guys. I’ll be back in 10,” Conner said into his microphone as he logged out of his match. Then, for the first time, Connor’s eyes slid downwards to meet Brody’s. His remark came out smoothly and slowly.
A shiver went down Brody’s spine. Silently, Conner leaned back in his chair as he lifted one of his meaty Size 13 feet up to Brody’s face.
“Sniff.”
Without hesitation, Brody leaned in and inhaled. The unrelenting dominant foot funk completely flooded Brody’s system, eradicating anything that asserted Brody was in charge over his body, mannerisms, or lifestyle. The walls of the desk had acted as a bay before the ship came in, the ship that carried cargo only pertaining to Conner.
Conner watched contentedly as the bright light dimmed out behind his former equal’s eyes. He’d been getting sick of being lonely, having been looking for a submissive partner for far too long. He’d also been getting sick of his cool, fun, narcissistic, cocky, messy, straight roommate. So really, Conner was happy to be solving two problems at once.
Conner smiled as he lowered his foot back to the ground. “So princess, I have some presentations this week and I need my dress clothes ironed. Can you deal with that?”
"Of course, Sir,” Brady responded, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused.
“Love when you appreciate your place, your position under mine,” Conner said.
Brady’s mouth opened a little, waiting, hoping Conner would give him what he wanted.
“I know what you’re looking for, kitten,” Conner purred before presenting his beefy big toe into Brady’s ready mouth. Brady immediately began sucking on it, achieving the duality of both sucking it like a cock and as if it was his own thumb.
“And tonight, maybe Daddy will give you the real thing.”
Conner could only watch with amusement and lust as the twink’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
