Cold’s bare foot slid up between Jimmy’s legs, warm and soft, Cold taking his time as always.
Jimmy moaned without meaning to, and his fingers grabbed at thin air. He moaned again when Cold pressed his foot against his ass, nudging the plug and making him squirm.
“You filthy little boy,” Cold taunted wickedly. “You’re probably leaking all over the floor, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” Jimmy knew that lying wouldn’t do him any good. He groaned when Cold’s foot pressed harder, forcing the plug in deeper and making him ache. His cock was painfully hard, and he rutted down into the carpet to find temporary relief.
“Humping the floor like a dog,” Cold snorted, his foot rocking in time with Jimmy’s hips. “Do you like this that much? Treating you like the dirty little whore that you are?”
“Yes, sir!” Jimmy cried, curling his hands into tight fists. He was unbelievably turned on, and each disgusting word sent flashes of lightning straight down to his balls. He whimpered, full of need and want, groaning in frustration when Cold pulled his foot away.
Cold’s steps moved around to Jimmy’s head, and his voice worked its way right into Jimmy’s soul as he drawled, “My pretty little whore, down on the floor where you belong. Open your mouth, Mr. Poe. My foot is positively filthy from touching you.”
Eagerly opening up his mouth, Jimmy whimpered when the tips of Cold’s toes touched his lips. He stuck out his tongue, licking hesitantly at first, trying to get a feel for the new interaction. Cold’s foot was clean, warm, and smelled of soap from the shower he’d taken before they’d begun.
Even though Jimmy knew that the flesh in his mouth was pristine, he had the strangest wave of revulsion washing over him. This felt dirty, wrong, even disgusting, and the forbidden taste of such an unusual part of his lover’s body made his loins burn with passion. The act itself was so taboo, and Jimmy couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it immensely.
He felt more confident, lapping over each toe and in between them and enjoying the taste of skin and the aroma of Cold’s body wash. Braver still, he sucked Cold’s big toe right into his mouth and shuddered at the low moan he heard from above him.
“Yes,” Cold hissed. “You filthy little slut. Get all of your grime off of me.”
Jimmy whined, rubbing his dick against the floor, mouthing along the side of Cold’s foot as he gasped, “Fuck... please, sir... I need to... can I...?”
“Use your words,” Cold said firmly. “What do you need, Mr. Poe?”
“I need to touch your foot,” Jimmy pleaded, his ears burning hot. “Please, sir...”
“You may,” Cold said, “but remember that any mess you make, you must clean up. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, sighing in relief as he felt the leather cuffs around his wrists loosen and pull away. He stretched out his arms and pulled himself up to his knees. He crawled forward, grunting as the plug moved inside of his ass.
He had to move slowly, or the ache was nearly unbearable. He reached out to touch Cold, his hands searching the air in front of him. “Sir?”
“Right here.” Cold had moved to sit on the edge of their bed, allowing Jimmy to grab his leg as he reminded him, “The blindfold will stay on, Mr. Poe.”
“Yes, sir.” Jimmy’s fingers explored over the bare skin of Cold’s calf, caressing down his ankle to his foot. He took hold of it and sat back on his heels, massaging his thumbs into his arch, squeezing lightly.
Cold murmured something, no real words, only an indistinct sound of contentment. He pressed his heel down against Jimmy’s balls, applying enough pressure to make him gasp.
Jimmy kept rubbing, grabbing his cock and stroking himself against the side of Cold’s foot. He could feel that he was wet, and the head of his dick easily slid along Cold’s toes.
“Remember what I told you,” Cold commanded. “Whatever mess you make, you will clean up.”
Jimmy groaned when Cold’s heel dug harder into his balls, and he started stroking himself even faster. He bumped the head of his cock over each toe, wedging himself in the crook of Cold’s big toe and grinding into it. The friction and thrill of such a lewd act was making him pant, and he asked urgently, “Can I please come, sir?”
“Yes,” Cold hissed.
Jimmy couldn’t hold back the litany of moans and cries escaping him as Cold’s foot flexed down. Knowing he would have to lick every drop of his load from Cold’s foot made him shiver all over, his shudders fueled by a volume of desire that nearly frightened him in its intensity.
He was struggling to breathe, his hips and thighs twitching as his fingers jerked along his shaft, sobbing as he climaxed. His head fell back with a happy cry, and his eyes rolled back beneath the scarf. “God... yes!”
Cold waited for Jimmy’s soul to come back to his body before he ordered, “Time for you to clean up your mess, my little slut. Take off your blindfold so you can see what a mess you made.”
Jimmy took a deep breath as he pulled down the scarf from his eyes, gazing hungrily at Cold’s soiled flesh. Yes, it was a mess; he wanted to fix it. He wanted to be a good boy and clean it all up.
He bowed his head, his tongue sweeping broad strokes across the top of Cold’s foot to take on the bulk of his expelled load. He swallowed it down, sucking every drop between his toes and licking up a splatter he found high up on Cold’s ankle.
Jimmy was so desperate that he barely tasted any of it, left only with a faint bitterness in his mouth after he swallowed the last bit. He smiled when Cold reached down to pet his hair, boasting, “I did it, sir. I cleaned it all up.”
