CHAPTER 191 - A NEW ASSIGNMENT
Wednesday, May 20 (6:30 PM)
My superficial feelings for Shawn and the attraction I felt for his imposing physique quickly returned once the threat of being boned in the ass faded away.
No matter how upset I was at being threatened and blackmailed, I couldn't help but feel incredibly relieved and happy now that the whole episode had finally passed. Shawn seemed a bit bummed that I wasn't any good at giving blowjobs, but given how much work he'd put into this whole blackmail thing, I was a bit surprised by how well he was taking it.
I was not expecting him to give up so easily. Especially considering how his whole plan had worked like a charm.
I have to admit, part of me was a little saddened though.
Not only was Shawn distraught by my inability to deal with his boner, but he clearly couldn't understand what Nick saw in me that made me worth keeping.
I always took a lot of pride in being good at what I did, but when it came to giving blowjobs, I was painfully unqualified and out of my league.
That fact that the two men I had attempted to pleasure so far were considerably more endowed than the average male, didn't exactly help my case.
The only thing I knew about gay sex at that point, was pain, discomfort and failure.
True, I got
some satisfaction in knowing that my tight hole provided Nick with a certain level of enjoyment, but aside from that, I didn't derive much pleasure from the act of being fucked.
It wasn't exactly the land of fairy tales I'd read about in fictional romance novels.
Silently marveling at the sight of my blond captor's incredibly buff, naked body, I watched as he grabbed the huge pair of Diesel briefs he'd stripped out of less than fifteen minutes ago, and watched as he bent down to slip them back on over his monstrously large rear end.
His undies were fuckin' massive! But much like my own boyfriend's ginormous boxers, Shawn's cotton briefs were strained and stretched out to the very limit of what they could handle.
Even the heavily worn boxer-briefs lying across the floor all had these seriously stretched out leg slots and front pouches.
Shawn had ridiculously large thighs, not to mention a really big butt and a seriously oversized tool to go with it.
He and Nick
definitely shared common blood.
The family resemblance was unmistakable. And as far as body proportions were concerned, the two of them were practically one and the same.
Aside from enjoying the sight the cotton fabric straining to contain the blond hunk's massive bum, I couldn't help but feel some slight excitement building up in my crotch at the simple realisation that he was wearing the very same briefs he'd shoved into my face a few minutes ago.
The giant Diesel boxers smelled real strong of balls and butthole, and now they were back to digging into the 235-pound college jock's hairy crack and hugging his gooch and nutsack like a second skin.
The beefy hunk slipped his satin shorts back on before walking across the cluttered room and opening his closet up.
I watched with no small amount of interest as he crouched down and started rummaging inside in search of something.
It didn't take him long to fish out what he was looking for, and after only a few minutes of moving stuff around, the muscle-bound giant pulled out a pair of nasty-looking Osiris shoes before making his way back to me.
*Gulp*
Even compared to Shawn's huge hands, the shoes looked really big.
But it's only once they made it to the bed and were placed next to my head that I got a better look at the poor state they were in.
"Haven't worn these fuckers in a while." Shawn spoke, slowly sitting himself down on the computer chair he'd previously dragged up to the bed. "I think they can do with a good cleaning..." he added, lifting his left leg up and removing the old running shoe off his foot before doing the same for his right one.
As soon as the worn out running shoes were pulled off his feet, an unbearably cheesy stench started filling the room up.
Shawn's running shoes were definitely responsible for part of the smell, but his socked soles were the main culprits here.
His socks looked like they hadn't been washed in AGES!
I was very relieved when I saw my captor grab one of the old Orisis sneakers off the bed and pull it onto his left foot.
At least with those beat up shoes on his feet, I wouldn't have to endure the stench of his extremely strong smelling soles!
Shawn didn't lose much time in grabbing the other Osiris shoe and putting it on, but not before allowing me to get up close and personal with it first.
"Here." he said, grabbing the giant size 13 shoe and pulling it open as much as the knotted laces would allow.
"Stick your face in there." he ordered, using his legs to roll his chair right up to edge the bed, and then firmly grabbing the back of my head to stop me from squirming away.
The oversized skater shoe began it's approach, and I looked on with great apprehension as the enlarged opening closed in on me and swallowed my face up.
"Big whiff." came my captor's almost immediate command.
The sane part of my mind knew better than to obey Shawn, but for some strange, inexplicable reason, I complied and did what I was told.
With the opening of his giant skater shoe clamped down over the contour of my entire face, I closed my mouth tight, expelled the remaining air out of my lungs and took a nice, big sniff.
*SNIFFFF*
The second I flared my nostrils open inside the college jock's worn-out shoe, I understood my mistake.
An entire lungful of the strongest, most foul-smelling air you can possibly imagine came rushing for my face.
"Mmmpph!" I cried out, instantly beaming my eyes wide open and struggling to get my face out of the huge Osiris shoe.
Shawn pulled the rotten thing off my face, but the damage had already been done.
The incredibly musty, strong-smelling funk going on inside there filled my lungs up and hit me like a ton of bricks.
The look of horror on my face must've been priceless, 'cause the young body builder let out an amused chuckle and put on a cocky smirk before dropping the rancid trainer down to the floor and sliding his foot inside it.
I shook my head in disgust and spent the next few seconds breathing in and out through my mouth, hoping to expel the cheesy fumes I'd just sniffed up. Shawn's foot odour was absurdly strong, and even though he claimed not to have worn his giant Osiris shoes in quite a while, the funk going on inside there was definitely on par with the stench I'd picked up inside Zack's worn-out running shoes.
In other words, smelly as FUCK!
The stench of his discarded running shoes was making me nauseous, but with his skater shoes now on, I at least didn't have to cope with the smell of his rotten socks as well. Still, one look at the raunchy-looking running shoes he'd previously been wearing and I knew with utter certainty that those were even worse than the giant Osiris trainers he'd fished out of his closet.
Even Zack's super strong smelling sneakers would've been no match for THOSE rotten stinkers!
Shawn's smoldering running shoes even gave Nick's giant bad boys a run for their money.
"Sir, can you delete the photos from your phone now?" I asked, finally recovering from the stench of my captor's musty old Osiris sneaker and speaking in a submissive tone so as to appeal to his ego.
"I told you I will. Now stop asking before I change my mind!" the hunk growled, standing up from his swivelling chair and towering above my tightly hogtied frame.
I was a bit unsatisfied by my young babysitter's response, but knew better than to press the issue.
With those incredibly beat up running shoes on the floor at the foot of the bed, and several dozen worn socks, boxers and jockstraps lying around and threatening to clog my mouth up if I got noisy, making a fuss and angering the blue eyed brute was not an option.
Shawn did not have Nick's authorisation to thrust his cock down my throat or stick his giant boner up my ass, but he DID have my boyfriend's green light for everything else.
Nick had made it very clear to me that his cousin was in charge while he was away. And in exchange for the physical protection I'd be granted, I was to show Shawn a good time and obey his every command.
In other words, I was his servant and his prisoner for the duration of Nick's absence.
The college jock and I both knew that the spoken agreement between him and his cousin didn't include using me sexually.
But when it came to worshiping his feet or cleaning his shoes with my mouth, I knew he was acting well within the boundaries Nick had set in place.
Shawn was given so much authority over me, that he was even instructed to physically restrain me against my will if I got out of hand or refused to abide by the strict nine o'clock bed time my Master deemed fit to impose on me.
As annoyed as I was about being handed over to someone who was younger than me, I wanted to be a good boy for Nick, and in turn also wanted to be a good boy for Shawn.
That meant I had no right to refuse any non-sexual advances, and if the young jock saw fit to make me worship his soles, I was basically left with no alternative than to obey. Not doing what I was told would've been the equivalent of disobeying Nick; something I was smart enough to avoid doing.
While my Master was very fair and surprisingly lenient in his treatment of me, willful disobedience was the one thing he did NOT tolerate.
And so, I offered no protest when Shawn announced I'd be licking the dirt and grime off his old Osiris shoes, and gave him no lip when he told me I'd be doing so in the living room, in front of all his roomies.
I would've much rather been doing something like that in private, but I'd be lying if I said the thought of submitting in from of Chris, Joshua, Joey and Mike didn't appeal to me on some strange level.
The hairy blond giant didn't even bother putting a shirt on. He simply warned me against giving him any attitude, and awkwardly scooped me up into his super muscular arms before carrying me out the bedroom and into the living room.
I guess you can imagine how amused and ecstatic his roomies were at the sight of my bundled up body being carried across the apartment like that. Suffice to say, the cheerful laughing that marked our arrival into the living room was enough to make my cheeks blush and my face go red.
I was to be shown off and paraded.
Shawn's hunky college buddies would finally see what a complete and utter wimp I was.
A fully trained, fully compliant foot bitch.