Michael and Peter sat on the sofa as i knelt in front of them, i bent down first kissed Michael's feet, then Peter's. Both pairs were perfectly formed, each one a size 11 and both had the tell tale smell of a good gym work out, i went about the task of ensuring that i would be able to identify the owner of a specific shoe, boot or trainer by smell alone, i needed to have their individual aromas imprinted on my brain.
"Me first" said Peter lifting his left foot he forcibly pressed it into my face, the stench hitting the back of my throat. "Breathe in Boy, remember this could help make the difference between a reward or a punishment." I inhaled the musky sweat, a loose bit of lint of his gym sock found its way up my nostril. Holding Peter's heel firmly in my hand i moved my nose around the base of his foot inhaling every single millimetre, through the fabric of his socks, the rough material creating a friction burn on my nose, during this time what was at first a rank stench became an addictive sweet perfume. With each breath the smell got sweeter. Peter then pushed my head backwards, as he removed his sock.
This was what i had been waiting for the opportunity to worship bare flesh. I moved my tongue up and down the arch of His foot. At this moment this was my only purpose to be an obedient foot slave. I was getting deep into the zone of knowing the various scent of this handsome Man's feet. When I heard an impatient cough
"My turn "said Michael as he grabbed my collar , he had removed his sock and he rubbed it roughly over my face, before first stuffing it in my mouth before he proceeded to rub his foot up and down my face. As with Peter there was the initial hit of gym sweat, but this time it persisted, i waited in vain for it to transform into the same perfumed aroma as Peter's, instead the muskiness just became more intense, as the saliva in my mouth mixed with the sock and the aroma settled in the back of my throat. It was a relief when Michael pulled out the sock, but i was immediately wistful needing to taste it again and again
Two distinct smells, the challenge of identifying Peter's boots was i hoped going to be easy.
"We have five minutes before lunch" said Peter, lie down, i obeyed, He and Michael took it in turns to stamp their feet on to my face, each one pressing down on my nose, the pace and rhythm of each stomp meant that the smell that i associated with each foot was now becoming more difficult to distinguish.
"Lunch is ready Sir's" i heard Chris's voice from the hall way. The stomping stopped, Peter lifted me up by the collar and dragged me along behind him to the kitchen.
On the kitchen table there were two plates with a delicious looking lunch, I realised immediately that this meal would not be a repetition of breakfast, where we were almost a group of four equals. Chris and I were slaves, sitting with our Masters was unthinkable. Michael and Peter sat down, i then noticed that besides each chair there were two bowls, one filled with water, and another filled with, I wasn't sure what - was it cereal.
Eat said Peter, pushing my head towards the bowl, i took a mouth full, and almost immediately spat it out. It was dried dog food. Chris was already on his third mouthful when i realised that i'd better eat or there might not be anything else that day. Each mouthful was hell as i tried to ensure my stomach wouldn't rebel and make me vomit it up, as I had no doubt that id be expected to eat that too.
Finally the bowl was clean, as I attacked the bowl of water to wash away the taste of the lunch.
Good boy, said Peter, Now Chris has to do the washing up, by the time he has finished I would expect you to have identified every one of my boots. Then it will be time for the boot polish challenge. He pushed his bare foot into my face "One final reminder" He snarled.
I crawled back to the lounge, and started to sniff the boots, initially the smell of the ingrained sweat made me giddy, then turned me on, my dick started to swell inside the cage. I tried to see if I could be systematic about the sorting .
I identified all the pairs where only one of each pair existed , inhaling each one deeply i tried to group them into two groups, one for Peter, and for Michael. Sometimes doing so by smell alone was not possible, on more than one occasion i stuck my tongue into the show licking the insoles, hoping that would give an indication, and greedily scooped up the damp lint that lay in the deepest recesses of the knee length boots, savouring the taste, not caring if it was the sweet perfume of Peter, or the muskiness of Michael.
I realised quickly that it did matter, i had been tasked with sorting out the boots according to their owner. I began to confidently recognise the sweetness of Peters aroma. As a result i ended up with two piles of fifteen boots. Just as i finished sorting the door to the lounge opened. In walked my two Masters, following them crawling slowly was Chris.
So which are mine Boy? How did you identify them?
"These Sir. Your feet Sir are sweetly perfumed. Master Michaels scent is more musky. Your lint was sweeter, his more savoury."
Peter laughed.
Fuck! you really do put some effort in don't you. If Darren wasn't coming to collect you tomorrow I'd be trying to claim you for myself. You did well
Ok time to polish. You have two hours to get these all perfectly shiny, he said throwing a bag of brushes and polish on the floor. remember there's a reward. But we don't want either of you talking. You need to concentrate on the task in hand.
Michael produced to dick shaped mouth gags. Bend over he instructed. We both obeyed. Michael and Peter, took one each and roughly fucked Chris and me with the gags, Peter me, Michael Chris. I could see Chris grimacing from the pain of having it being inserted dry without any lube, and he had the advantage of having a looser hole than me. For me the next two minutes were agonising.
"Kneel" barked Michael. Chris and I got into the required position, Peter and Michael swapped positions. Michael held my nose open as he shoved the gag most with the Chris's arse juice into my mouth and securely fastened it. The taste of Chris stinky hole almost wiping the memory of the sweet aroma of Peter's feet.
Having checked that both the gags were secure, they left the lounge and we heard the front door close.
Chris and I looked at each other and got to work.
I could tell that Chris was an expert at this and i felt that i was not in the running for any reward that might come as a result of this task. I however persisted and looked in admiration at the two pairs of Wescos that were gleaming and shiny. I looked forward to being under Darren's pair when he finally reclaimed me.
We had both finished the fifteen boots, and were kneeling head bowed, waiting, when the front door opened.
"Let's have a look " said Michael.
"Not bad." Said Peter.
"Who do you think won?"
"Tommy I think" said Peter.
I looked at Chris, was that a smile or a snarl , it was difficult to tell, his mouth was still full with a gag that a few hours earlier had been brutally rammed up my butt.
As i looked up i could feel some drool escape from my mouth and watched as it fell on to my chest
So reward time. Said Michael as he undid the gag.
What we though was that the best boot polisher would get the chance to fuck the looser. Unfortunately that's not going to be possible is it? he said flicking the steel of my cock cage.
"So we have an alternative." You can watch as Pete and I fuck Chris. It's been a while since he had our dicks up his arse so I'm sure he'll be happy, much happier than being fucked by what is surely a tiny nub of a thing. Won't you Chris.
Yes Master said Chris. The relief and pleasure in his voice was obvious.
I then watched as Peter slathered Chris butt with lube, and then grabbed his waist and thrust his dick in, Chris was certainly better off being fucked by the large meaty dick that hung between Pete's legs than mine, a dick that had probably forgotten what it would need to do to successfully fuck. As the rhythm of Peter's fucking increased Chris began to grunt, and groan, when suddenly Michael forced Chris' head on his own substantial endowment. The grunts continued by were now muffled as these two muscular men pounded their slave.
Both men suddenly withdrew their dicks, Michael lay on his back, and instructed Chris to sit astride him, He was soon joined my Peter who approached from behind and i was suddenly witnessing my first double fuck. All three men soon started to growl and grunt, as Chris hole stretched to accommodate both dicks. When suddenly it was obvious that Michael and Peter has shot their loads, their seed firmly inserted up Chris' arse. Peter pulled Chris's head back and gave him a deep kiss, before pushing him down towards Michael, who likewise passionately kissed his slave.
Peter withdrew shoved his dick in my mouth, feeding me the final does of his seed. He then dragged me over and pushed me on the floor, then manoeuvred over and instructed Chris to sit on my face.
"Ok Tommy boy, clean him out, cum, lube, slime, shit everything. We want our slave arse to be clean." I lay there as cum and arse juice tricked out over my face, and down into my mouth. I then worked up the courage to rim Chris butt, sucking out bodily and other fluids that were within. The taste was now a familiar one, and I began to greedily attack it as if I was a man in a desert coming across an oasis after a day with no water. I could hear myself grunt and snort i was a deliriously happy pig. This was the perfect reward for being a perfect boot polisher.