"I don't want you to go anywhere"
Glenn Childs, the new State's Attorney, explained as his employee, Cary Agos, came into his office and took the seat in front of the desk where he was sitting. He counted himself lucky to have hired the young lawyer, not only because he knew Lockhart/Gardner and could stand up to 'em, but also because he seemed the guy for him. Blond. Hunky. Ready to overstep the authority if needed. Yep, that was exactly what Glenn was looking for.
"I..."He added. "I'd like to make you an offer"
"I'd like that" Cary replied with a sigh, relieved that nobody wanted to fire him. He had become a bundle of nerves since he had been called to his boss's office, especially due to the fact that he had used Bishop to clear a case, but everything appear to be ok now, so-
"Wait till you see what you have to do" Glenn pointed out, interrupting the blondie's reverie, a strange look upon his face. Like... a mix of cockiness and seriousness. "If you want to stay, if you want a raise, you have to make a commitment, prove your loyalty"
"I get it" Cary nodded, trying to be calm and detached.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that..." Glenn purred, grinning ear to ear, as he put his feet up on the desk in front of the young lawyer and crossed his right foot over the left. "Kiss my shoes"
"W-what?" Cary stuttered, taken aback by the State Attorney's request. He had probably misheard him, because it sounded like he had asked him to-
"Kiss my shoes" Glenn repeated authoritatively, staring the blondie straight in his eyes and making him wince. "I want your mouth on my moccasins, I want you to kiss and lick 'em with devotion... Unless, of course, you want to lose your job" Cary swallowed down, on the ropes. He would have never done it, worship someone else's feet and shoes. That was degrading and... shaming. After what had happened with Will, he had told himself he would have never gone through the same experience. Yet, he needed this job. He... He didn't have much of a choice.
"…"
With reluctance, Cary stood up from his chair and moved closer to the desk. His eyes met Glenn's as he nervously reached towards his feet and just looked away before he actually grabbed 'em. For a moment, he simply gazed at the shoes. His boss was wearing black ones, leather ones, which were perfectly polished except for the dirty soles.
"Whatcha waiting for? You got student loans, right?" Glenn said dastardly, making the young lawyer's stomach flip. He always knew where to strike... A trembling Cary pulled one of the State's Attorney feet slightly up and then lowered himself to touch it with his lips. He felt sick. And humbled. But he didn't just press his dry lips to the shoe. He slipped his tongue out and falteringly ran it over the filthy bottom. Glenn smirked, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands behind his head as he watched the blondie taste the rough texture of his moccasins and make disgusted faces. That was a treat for his eyes, still... "C'mon, I know you can do better than this... Or would you rather suck anything else?"
Cary harshly shook his head, frightened, and gripped his shoe by the heel harder. He worked it thoroughly, with more passion, making the material shiny with his saliva. It left a bad taste in the mouth, on the tongue, but he tried not to let it show. Glenn was plainly enjoying the view, growing more aroused by the minute, and just adjusted his foot so he could cram the toe of his shoe into the young lawyer's mouth. Cary couldn't help but close his lips around it, as well as closing his eyes tight, and sucked. He... He just wanted it to end, to spit out and wash his mouth, and suddenly that happened, the foot withdrew. The blondie's eyes snapped open with excitement only to find out Glenn was merely swapping feet. The whole world fell on him.
"Please, don't... Don't make do this..." Cary begged desperately, about to break down.
"Shut your goddamn mouth and pull off my shoes! Time to take care of my socks, otherwise..." Glenn ordered, leaving the sentence hanging in a threatening way. It seemed to work since the young lawyer went silent and straightened up to fulfill the task. With shaky fingers, he clumsily loosened the laces on both shoes and, tugging on the heel, took 'em out one at a time. Smell of musk was unleashed into the room as he freed the State Attorney's feet and tossed his moccasins aside. Then, he wavered. His boss had this pair of thin, white socks with dirty soles on and he didn't want to, he didn't want to worship 'em. However, Glenn had no doubt about it and just took advantage of his hesitancy to lift up one of his socked feet and place it on the blondie's chest. Cary stood still as the foot rubbed his clothed body... his pecs... his nipples... and he finally gave in to it.
In an abrupt movement, he took hold of his boss's ankle and held his sock up to his face. He could hear Glenn chuckle satisfied as he brushed his soiled foot over his nose and mouth, inhaling its pure smell of sweat. The white socks was slightly dump but soft and, Cary was loathe to admit he liked the feeling on his face. Next thing he knew, his tongue was out and he had given the foot a long, big lick. He had no idea why he had done it, he felt like throwing up, but... he kept going. He tenderly licked up and down, flicking his tongue from heel to toe, and then he felt it, his cock, throbbing in his pants. His eyes widened in shock as the young lawyer stopped in his tracks. No... H-he couldn't get off... not off of this. How could he even like being so submissive? Just, what was wrong with him!? Why did he-
"Hello, are you there? I'm not finished with you yet..." Glenn growled as he deliberately wiggled his toes on the blondie's face, pulling him out of his thoughts. "As much as I love the sensation of a tongue against my socks, I want you to take 'em off. Understood? Oh, and don't use your hands. Your mouth and teeth will do the job" Cary tried not to give expression to his emotions and just dipped his head. He struggled to get a good grip of the nasty sock with his teeth and slowly slid it off. That wasn't easy, but he did it, eventually spitting the clothing on the floor. The foot in his hands was now bare and the smell was a bit more intense. He helplessly closed his eyes, fighting against the tears which wanted to fall, and touched the sweaty bottom with the tip of his tongue. It was terrible, salty and clammy, but he didn't stop.
Glenn giggled at the tickling in his foot as he dreamily observed the young lawyer running his tongue from near the heel up to the ball of it. Fuck, yeah... His cock was painfully pressing against the fabric of his pants, tenting a large bulge, and ached to be groped. But the State's Attorney didn't. That was the way he liked it, some good old denial. Yet, there was another junk he could look after... With a mischievous smile, he lifted up his other foot and spitefully pushed it against the blondie's crotch.
"Aaah" Cary moaned low as his boss pressed his foot up into his groin.
"Looks like I'm not the only one having fun, in here..." Glenn teased, mercilessly tapping his employee's erection with the toe of his foot. It was so hard, just from his feet. What a perv... Cary strove to not let it get to him and simply renewed his efforts at worshiping his boss. He kissed his way up to the big toe and wrapped his lips around it, savoring its sharp taste and driving Glenn crazy. "There, suck my toes... Suck my toes!"
And the young lawyer did. He hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head, just like that was a real cock. Exactly what the State's Attorney wanted... It was time. Glenn reached down and undid the button and zipper of his pants as quickly as possible without disrupting the blondie's ministrations. Then, he slid his hand inside the waistband of his boxers and pulled out his thick cock, 8,5 inches of rock-hard meat already leaking which he promptly went to pumping. Cary saw it all out of the corner of his eye but pretended not to notice anything. He had other stuff to deal with, like rolling his tongue upon the tip of his boss's big toe while his other foot rubbed him restlessly through his trousers. Shit, he was almost at his limit and Glenn knew it. So he just applied more pressure.
"Mmmh!" Cary hummed, hopelessly, around the toe. It was too much. He couldn't resist. Eagerly, he bucked up against the State Attorney's foot and... he didn't last through it. He came, with a muffled scream. His pants tightened and his cock swelled, soiling his underwear with 6 spurts of hot, sticky cum. Glenn sneered at his employee's release and just sped up his hand, stroking faster in rhythm. He could feel his climax approaching too, as he slid his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the precum around... All that worshiping and denial had made him ready to blow a massive, pent-up load. There was one more thing he wanted Cary to do, though, so he swiftly pulled his foot away and spread his toes, revealing bits of dirt and fluff. Maybe it was the heat of the moment or a rush of blood to the head, anyway the blondie leaned forward and slipped his tongue between his boss's toes before he had even asked. That did the trick.
An animalistic cry echoed in the room as Glenn thrust up into his fist and erupted. Literally. 9 ropes of white, thick jizz burst forth and landed almost everywhere in the office. On his suit. On his papers. Some even on the eagle statue behind his head. Exhausted, he slouched back onto his seat, trying to catch his breath, and enjoyed the moment. He had really needed that... Cary kept licking between his toes, tears streaming down his face as he forced himself past his dignity to swallow the lint which he found there. Once he had finished, he let go of the State Attorney's foot and gently placed it on the desk before plopping down on his chair, devastated.
"You've been good... You can stay... And you're promoted..." Glenn panted, completely fulfilled as he ran one hand through his crew-cut. Cary didn't reply, didn't react at all, just staring into space. God, he had fallen for it... Again. How could he have been such a stumbling fool? Meanwhile, Glenn tucked his limp cock back into his pants and dropped his feet off of the desk, standing up. "Your first assignment is to clean up this place from my spunk and I expect you to do it with your tongue only. You'd better not fail me"