I came back in the afternoon after a long day of classes. Finn was at his desk, chair turned to face the room. He had his phone in his hand and a smile on his face.
He didn't say anything at first. Just held the screen toward me.
My roommate has some really nice feet but he keeps socks on all the time. #feet #footworship #malefoot #pleasebesockless
"Well, I'm about to make your dreams come true, you fucking pervert."
I stood there speechless.
"You remember when I borrowed your laptop last week? You had your blog open, pervert. Did some digging after. You really are a horny little pervert. Makes sense now; thought it was weird when I caught you staring at my bare feet that one time."
"It's okay. I wanna see how you worship them. Kneel on the floor."
He reached down and peeled his socks off one at a time, then extended his legs and rested his feet against my face. The smell hit first; warm, faintly sour. I hesitated, cheek pressed against his sole.
"Go on. You've been thinking about this for months."
He wasn't wrong. I started slow; lips against his arch, then more. He didn't react much. Just watched.
"I know you're hard. It's okay. Take your cock out and play with it."
He looked down at me with that same smile.
"Look how hard you are. Yeah, stroke it. Stroke it to my beautiful feet."
He flexed them slightly, sole pressing warmer against my cheek.
"What do you like the most about them? Like what's sexy about them?"
"The size. The smell. Your soles. Your toes."
He raised an eyebrow, smile widening.
"I don't know. Everything. I've been thinking about them since we moved in."
"Yeah? Stroke harder then."
"Let me know when you're close, pervert."
He kept his feet on my face and watched me suck his toes.
"So you've been staring this whole time, every time I had them up on the desk."
"And you never said anything. Just posted about it like a pervert."
"That's so pathetic. Faster."
"You ever come to my feet before? Like at night?"
I didn't know how to answer that.
He took his feet off my face.
"There's something else. After I found the blog I made an account. Slid into your messages."
"You were very open with a stranger. 'I just want to find the right guy and be completely at his feet. Cook for him, clean for him, whatever he needs. Just let me worship them.'"
I hadn't moved. I couldn't.
He leaned forward then, bent down, and took my chin in his hand. Brought my face to within an inch of his. His voice didn't rise.
"I'll say this once. You're going to be my obedient little boy. Two reasons. First if you ever want to be near my feet again. Second you don't want some screenshots going around campus. Once I snap my fingers, you go clean my side of the room. I want it spotless. Keep your cock out of your pants as it is."
I got up and started. His side was the usual mess; clothes on the chair, stuff on the desk, shoes kicked off near the bed. I straightened all of it with my cock hanging out of my waistband.
Finn laid back on his bed and watched for a moment, then picked up his phone.
When I finished he glanced over.
I went. Sink, toilet, floor. And came back to the room.
I ordered. Then stood there, still exposed, waiting.
"Laundry. My basket's in the corner. Take it down the hall and start a load. Tuck your cock in before you leave."
I pulled the basket and left the room.
When I came back he looked up from his phone.
"Take you cock back out."
He nodded toward the small bin by his desk.
"Trash room's at the end of the hall. Shouldn't be a problem if you run. Unless someone sees you."
I took the bin and walked out, and then walked back in with the empty bin.
"That was fast, scared someone would see your pathetic cock hanging out?"
My phone buzzed. Food was at reception.
When I came back he was still on his bed. He took the bag without looking at me. Then he stretched his legs out, soles facing me.
I undressed. He took a bite and nodded at the floor.
"You know what's funny? You look completely natural like this."
"Like this is just where you belong."
He flexed his feet slowly and spread his toes.
"Thank you, my King. Say it."
He smiled and kept eating.
"Get one hand off the floor and use it to fnish to my feet."
His feet were right there, soles toward me, toes curling slightly. I looked at them and finished. He took another bite. Didn't look down.
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