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I woke with a start, Boy was licking my face. "Chop chop, it's almost walking time" I then remembered that the night before , Mr Stephens had suggested that rather than go back to my flat. It was Saturday morning, and for the second Friday in a row I had been out drinking after work. I had proved myself useful to Mr Stephens throughout the week, walking Boy mornings and evenings, and cooking him his dinner every night. As a thank-you Mr Stephens ensured I was well hydrated, and fed. I had got used to eating whilst kneeling besides him on the floor, whilst Boy was at the other side of the kitchen snaffling his dinner from his bowl. That thought made me hungry having not eaten anything since I was fed my own cum after Mr Stephens milked me before locking me up for the weekend.
"Sleep well? Mike will be here later so when you come back from the walk I want you to clean this place. It's filthy, but Boy is getting impatient, and I need a piss." Those final few words brought me totally to my senses, I got up on my knees and opened my mouth. The strong taste of the first of the day contrasted with the one that I had barely eight hours earlier. "Thank you Mr Stephens" I was also looking forward to seeing Mr Black who I'd last seen the Friday before in the pub.
I was half way through cleaning Mr Stephens ; kitchen when Mr Black arrived. "The damn showers in the gym weren't working, and after an hour of weights, and thirty minutes on the treadmill I'm sweaty as fuck" "No worries sit down, you can shower here"
"So where's his clothes?" "Oh we decided that he would be better off naked when inside the house. Didn't we?" "Yes Mr Stephens" I said turning round. "Locked too I see"."Given up using it have you ?"
"Oh it will get used all right, just to make sure it's in working order, but it reduces distractions and focuses the mind" I had returned to washing Mr Stephens dishes. In the kitchen window reflection I could see Mr Black, strip off his clothes.
Our eyes met. "It looks as if he's forgotten something" "Sorry Mike, you know how long it takes to get them fully house trained" "Is this a way to treat my guests?" asked Mr Stephens.
I suddenly realised that I was standing. I put down the plate I was cleaning, turned round and knelt. "That's better" He was standing there in a bright yellow jockstrap and his trainers, nothing else. He clicked his fingers and beckoned me over. "Take these off" He said pointing to his feet. I crawled over and undid the laces, and gently slid off each trainer. Looking up I was captivated by his naked torso. The hair on his chest cascaded down to his groin with no interruption, glowing in sweat. I couldn't help but contrast our different forms of nakedness. "And the socks" I gently removed each one. "God Mike those socks honk" said Mr Stephens, "how long have you been wearing them." "Just today, I cant help it if my testosterone just seeps out of me can I" Mr Stephens laughed.
I tucked the socks into Mr Black's trainers. Boy suddenly came over and started to sniff. Mr Black lifted his arm pit and gave it a smell. I really need that shower." When I'm back I can up date you on the training. Lots if useful information, such as how to make use of a dog's heightened sense of smell" "Drugs, tobacco, other people.Some dogs can sense their owners even when they are not visible, just by smelling their scent in the air" "I'm off to have that shower"
I was left alone in the kitchen, as Mr Stephens had asked me to wash the kitchen floor. I lifted up Mr Black's clothes, the mix of fresh and stale sweat on them was intoxicating, I stuck my nose in and took a deep breath. Seconds later Mr Stephens returned. "You can do some washing to while you are here" He dropped a laundry basket on the floor. Mike's aroma has reminded me I've been bad in getting my gym stuff cleaned this last fortnight
Mr Black reappeared, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Washing? You can't do mine too can you?" He opened threw the gym clothes from earlier into the laundry basket, and opened up his kit bag. He pulled something out and threw it at the basket, making a direct hit, another three throws were equally on target. "Confession time, some socks and jocks I forgot to take out, they've been festering there for over a week. You can bring them to the office on Monday, that's if you can tell which are mine and which are Kyle's"
"Only one way to find out" said Mr Stephens. "Time to start that scent based training." Let's go into the lounge. "Make some coffee and join us." When I entered the lounge I placed the coffee besides the two Men, and knelt down."As a guest you can start" "Lie on your back" I laid down, and Mr Black stood up, and placed his foot directly over my face.
"Smell, sniff, taste". His size 11 foot was the length of my face, every now and then his heel would press against my forehead as he lifted the rest of the foot to allow me to breath, and inhale the aromas of his freshly bathed feet. This continued for about ten minutes, all I could see when I dared open my eyes where the folds in the soles of his feet and the occasional glimpse of ankle hair. When he returned to his arm chair his feet raised up on the arms. "Sniff, lick, taste worship" That's right, get that tongue in-between the toes. I was in heaven.
Mr Stephens' coughed. What about me? Mr Black pushed me away with his foot, half smiling half sneering. His heels were firmly planted in the floor, I crawled over. I moved my nose back and fore across the fleshy part just under the toes as I reached the big toe he moved his foot trapping my nose between it and the long toes, crunching my nose. Unlike Mr Black, Mr Stephens lacked that fresh out of the shower, with grime from his walking barefoot around the house making its way from his feet down my throat. Soon he was forcing all five toes into my mouth, wiggling his toes. He laughed as I struggled for air, in a reverse of Mr Black's action earlier he pulled me upwards so I was fully on my knees. He dragged his foot down my face starting with his foot pressing into my forehead ending with his toes pushing against the bottom of my chin, forcing my head backwards. Just in time for Mr Black to place a trainer directly over my nose.
"Like that? Of course you do, now take a deep breath." :Mr Black guided my body so I was again recumbent, my face firmly embedded in his trainer, he tied a knot with his laces securing it to my head."That will keep him occupied for a while. Are you hungry? Fancy going out for brunch? "Why not?" "Great I'm starving let me get dressed, You don't mind I don't shower, I want hime to smell more of me later"
"Come on Boy, you've been good. Let's go for another walk" I listened as the front door slammed shut. My mind started to wander as I inhaled Mr Blacks scent. What a lot had happened in three weeks My life I think had improved in that time. Not one job , but two, Ok neither were permeant but they were bringing extra income. Rather than spend my evenings in my room wanking and looking at porn my urges were under control, and I had other more important activities to occupy myself.
Who needed Scruff and Recon and the other apps when I having the social interaction I needed with Mr Stephens. I was getting fitter as a result of the walking, and as long as I was employed I knew my training and development were in safe hands under the direction of Mr Black. Although I knew that it would all end one day, when my temping gig finished and when Boy went to I've with Mr Stephens, I was determined to make the most of it and see how it would change me for the better.
I must have dosed off as the next thing I knew was Mr Stephens kicking me in the ribs. "You must recognise that smell by now" He untied the laces removing the trainer from my face. "Time to find out" "Get to the kitchen." Mr Black was sitting there ,tapping his fingers on the kitchen table I immediately knelt. Mr Stephens wasn't far behind.
"Close your eyes." I felt something being wrapped around my head."The only clean sock you are going to experience today. Box fresh in fact. Now after the last 9 minutes you should be perfectly placed to identify which sock and which jock belong to who"
I began to rummage. " Tracker dogs are so well trained, yo know, they can detect a scent days after it was first laid" "Really? I know when Boy's in the country he smells rabbits a mile off, I have to keep him tied up until he clams the fuck down" "And of course there are truffle hunters in France, sticking their noses into the ground looking for that valuable treasure" "I thought that was pigs" "Pigs too. Dogs Pigs, one's easier to train than the other"
I was lying flat open the floor my face buried into the mound of old gym kit, some smells were familiar others less so, some fresh, some enough to turn the stomach, but I had a compulsion to continue knowing that I was helping both of these men who were devoting a lot of energy into ensuring my well being. I grabbed what I think was a jockstrap, a, lifted my head and took in a deep breath, sweet, but not sickly, Mr Blacks I thought, another with a more musky smell, Mr Stephens.
The conversation about the merits of sniffer dogs continued above my head, whilst I tried to ascertain ownership of various socks. I remembered that taste and smell were related senses, and placed the tows of a sock into my mouth, softening the material so the sweat melted onto my tongue. Mr Stephens I thought quietly.
"Have you finished?" Yes, Mr Stephens."You can remove that blindfold." I then watched as he lifted the carefully sorted underwear and threw them all together into the washing machine, and turned it on. "I think we can assume that you guessed wrong for the most part. but never mind, development is all about continuous improvement. So let's have another try, my arse and balls are a bit ripe we can start there. Mike 's too if you play your job
Yes, Mr Stephens.