The Foot Lounge - A Place for Men
by Chr Est
Authors note:
This story is mostly fiction, inspired by previous interactions with men I've come across and served. Please feel free to guess which parts stemmed from truth and real events. If you've read other stories of mine, I feel it's necessary to say, this is kinda different from my past stories. Still fairly new to writing so trying things out. In any case, I sincerely hope you enjoy this new story.
All emails are welcome, be it critiques, feedback, or general comments. Do hope to hear from you.
Disclaimer: The following is an original story of fiction that contains a variety of consensual activities between adults. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or is illegal to access in your area, please do not proceed. If this offends you, please move on.
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Nestled between towering skyscrapers of a busy city was a tiny home. The house was a calming presence and was adored by many as a resistant force to the busy workforce. A pure white exterior, a pristine and well manicured landscape. A water pond that contained fish. It was the perfect representation of peace amongst the clatter of the people.
The majority of those who walked by had never seen the owner of such a house. Rumors circulated and some even ventured to say it was the government's gimmick to maybe drive tourism to see the picturesque house or to effectively present those commuting to work with a moment of serenity. However to those who have seen and been in the know. The owner could be seen as an eccentric, masculine, but intimidating beast of a man. If one didn't know, they assumed him to be a model or an heir to countless riches, or perhaps even a royal who hid away from the world in this tiny home. The man's presence only served to establish how no one was ever able to get him to sell the land as the towers around his home grew taller and higher.
The busy nature of the street and the sounds of the city never bothered him. Acting almost like a soundproofing blocking the sounds that may come from inside the home. For the man had a secret - a business that served only those in the know, the alpha men, the dominants, stars, athletes - basically the ultra rich and powerful.
An appointment was hard to come by and to protect the identities of the clients a back door was used. But for one to even begin a life as a client they needed a recommendation from a current good standing member that only the man would approve.
Now one may ask and wonder why could such a small home business drive so much interest especially in a space so quaint? The answer was in the interior. The interior space was spacious, containing a lounge type bar where one could network or discuss sensitive conversations and deals could be made. A place to relax and unwind giving such busy men an escape from the world that expected much of them. But most of all a space for them to be what they were intended to be - Men.
Ultimately this was rooted by the modernization of the world. The man was frustrated by the driving force that was leading the fight against what has been called toxic masculinity. He wanted a place where men could act as they pleased and have an outlet maybe from a rough day at work or simply unleash themselves. After all the clients were individuals who were adored and seen as proper gentlemen, just as the world molded them to be. But they deserved more, they deserved worship, care, adoration and maybe even the occasional verbal punching bag.
At any given moment, amongst the men there was always one outlier, a twink like boy, in his twenties. His outfits ranged from a butler's outfit to French maid's dress to nothing but a jock - or sometimes nothing at all. His hair styled perfectly and his skin well cared for. In brief moments when his voice was heard, a slightly higher pitched tone would be heard. Eyes facing downward to the foot of the man in front of him.
On this day, a pair of businessmen were seated on their respective love couches, man spreading as one would say. Documents strewn across the side tables, along with their drinks. In between them was the lowly naked boy.
Negotiations had just started and both men were reading their documents.
As the first man was reading, his wooden soled black leather shoes began tapping away, and so the boy kneeling between them began to shower the shoes with kisses and then unlace the first man's shoe. As soon as the first shoe came off a rancid musk invaded the boy's nostrils. Shocked by the stretch of the clean cut man with impressive looks. He took slow even breaths to maintain his composure.
When the man, kicked the boy on the side, causing him to bend over, papers wagging about in the man's hand, “you've got to be joking!” He exclaimed.
The boy shocked and nervous, that he had made a mistake, the foot that had been freshly released from it's leather confinement pressed down on the back of the boy’s head, pressing it down smoothly into the inside of the shoe, nose pressing against the sweaty insole.
“What, do you disagree? These were certainly the terms we agreed upon,” raising his foot and laying it across the lower back of the boy. The weight only increased as the other foot crossed over the first and the man leaned back in the position of power.
The foot pressed down further, practically rubbing the boys head with his foot as he maintained his man spread, “that may be however you'd think me foolish to think this was what we agreed upon, at its core it's there but you've certainly taken some liberties.”
One foot on the boys back began shaking back and forth, the sheer strength of his muscular meaty leg causing the boy to also shake, “you say that but I'm certain that we both come out with a win for both of our companies.”
The foot released it's press and hooked the boy by the neck lifting him towards, causing the weight to distribute further on his back. The man's foot stepping on the boys hand. When his other foot rested on his knee causing the shoed foot to be mere inches from the boys face, foot wiggling about smacking the boys face, “I'm sure you believe that, but surely you don't believe I'll just accept this without some added conditions.” the pressure on the boys hand grew as a red mark began to form on the boys cheek from the constant tapping. The foot eventually stopped and the boy took it as a sign to begin unlacing and release the captive foot. A new brush of smelly manly air unleashed itself as the man pressed it against the boys face.
Just when the boy felt the weight lighten as the second man raised his foot only to balance it as he pressed his own rubberized soles onto the side of the boy's back. Tapping away at the bare skin beneath his feet. “But of course bro, after all I wouldn't do anything to harm a frat brother and his business.”
“Ha, man but it definitely feels like an ambush.” His sweaty smelly socked foot rubbing against the boys face leaving a film of sweat as it went back and forth, causing the boy to become more and more aware of the breeze of the AC as it tried to dry his skin.
“Hahaha, don't give me that, you've done the same to me,” heels pressing into the boy's skin leaving an indent.
“You really think this is the same thing?” Pushing the boy's face and causing him to lose balance, head landing closer to the second man's feet that were now on the ground.
“Ok, maybe it's not but tell me you wouldn't have?” The first man now stepped on the back of the boy's thighs. Freeing the boy's hand to now remove the second man's shoes, but of course not before showering them with kisses.
“Exactly,” feeling the air hit his sweaty soles, as the man was not wearing socks. The air around the boy had evolved into heathe scent of cheesy popcorn, causing the boy to slightly cough and lift his head. The second man, noticing this, chuckled as he looked down and pressed both of his clammy sweaty feet into the powerless boy's head before redirecting his attention back to the first man.
“Fine whatever, but I'm going to need a 15 percent cost reduction,” rubbing his feet all over the boy's skin effectively treating himself to a pseudo foot rub.
“I can live with that,” settling his feet on the ground once more. As he stood up and reached over to hand a pen. But before sitting back down, a heel hooked onto the shoulder of the boy, causing him to turn over and lay down on his back.
The first man replaced his feet back on the boy a heel landing on the stomach and the other sole landing on the boys nether region.
The first man leaned over to the side table causing the pressure to build on the boy while finding comfort in his arch as it resisted against the pressure. Once signed, the first man tossed the pen, leaned back, rubbing his foot back and forth, feeling the twitch beneath his soles, the warmth building up.
The second man doing the same signing the agreement, in his adjustment of his position a heel pressed against the boys throat and one of his toes pushing itself into the boys mouth that was now gaping open due to all the pressure build up and a moment of what he treated as fresh air.
Agreements were now signed and the two men just casually chit chatted, catching up on their lives. Now that the business was done. The boy's tongue being used by the second man to lap up the sweet (or was it salty? Maybe bitter) sweaty toe jam. Massaging his other foot against the boy's chin.
The first man continued to press and rub where his feet were just enjoying a break from life.
Enjoying their drinks and conversation they would forget about the boy, talking about the stupidity of their employees and others. Causing them to dig their toes and heels on the boy, laughing whenever the boy displayed any kind of reaction.
As they were nearing the end of their conversation the second man began wiping off any remnant spit and sweat on the boys hair. While the first man removed his socks and continued to rub the boys nub faster. The boy tried to resist, but the second man grabbed the sock and shoved it in the mouth as a gasp was let out. The moment the socks sweat and smell sunk onto the boys tongue, his breathing deepened and coated the first man's feet.
“Haha so fucking pathetic,” rubbing his feet all over the boy's skin, spreading it all over and around his soles.
“Could you imagine having a load so worthless that is only worth being stepped on hahaha,” fully removing his feet indicating to the boy that it was time for him to place the shoes back on his manly feet.
The boy got up as the first man rested his feet on the boys shoulders as he worked on getting the second man's shoes, causing the boy to get a fresh whiff of the man's scent and some of his spunk to wipe on his cheek. When he turned around to put the first man's shoes on, the man wiped his feet downward once more from hair to chin. The boy was about to take out the sock from his mouth to put it on him.
“Nope, don't boy, consider that my tip,” as he set his foot closer to the opening of his shoe.
When all the shoes were tied and ready, the two men stood up, one foot each stepping on the boy's hands. With no inclination of moving, the boy looked up for the first time during this meeting. He was met with a cocky eyed smirk from both of them. In that moment they gave each other a knowing look then blasted a wad of spit at the boys face, some landing as a spray across the creek nose and now dripping into his mouth. As the sock gagged the boy he looked onwards as the two men began laughing and gave each other a fist bump, “what a loser.”
“Till next time boy,” both men dug into the hand they were stepping on before walking off.
The moment the sound of footsteps disappeared he got up and cleaned up the area, of any left behind trash, the empty glasses. A ziplock was prepared and with the name of the man of his socks to be tucked and hidden away.
Just as he finished the proprietor came in, “good job boy, proud of you,” giving him a knowing slap in the face then a spank, now go get cleaned up the next client prefers a clean fresh canvas.
It was within that house that I had found myself employed. As the sole employee. There have been many business deals, peace treaties, celebrations throughout my employment. How I got this job may have been questionable, concerning even, but that's a story for another day.