Sorry for the long hiatus, it is time for us to bring back Nick and Sam.
The following story is fiction and fantasy. To those who have reached out, thank You for Your kind words and for the added motivation to keep going and see where life takes Nick and Sam. It has been interesting times and deciding on a story direction, (as i lost the initial outline/plan i wanted to use for this story. But please do know Your words and pictures have been a constant reminder urging me to come back to this story.
Having had the pleasure to serve Alphas and their feet, in the past and hoping to one day serve them again.It would be an honor to hear from Superior Alphas to know their thoughts or to be talked down to and reminded further of my place (fellow fags also welcome to message). Always open to chatting.
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Off Limits
Chapter Two -- Transition:
A change of pace
Last time:
In the dark, a tent in my own shorts, my breathing becomes shallow, there it was, that big foot, slapping me across the face, leaving a film of sweat and the smell nestled into my nose, followed by that pendulum, swinging back and forth till it knocked me on the forehead.
My phone both vibrating and ringing, fell right on my face, waking me. I groggily opened my eyes, grabbing for my phone. "What a strange dream, what is wrong with me?!"
Looking at my phone, Saturday: 6:30 a.m.
Day 1 with the babysitter
Ughh' I just want to sleep in, but today was the day we were dropping dad off at the airport. I figured this should give me enough time to make breakfast and load up the car. I slowly crept off the bed when I noticed, what's that smell?' I looked around the room thinking there shouldn't be anything in here that would cause that kind of musk.
But on the floor, my pants were thrown, I walked over to where they laid, "Didn't I hang these on the chair?" I began to pick them up, right under was the pair of grey suede boots. I coughed, my jeans in hand, bringing it closer, "what's this?" pulling out a sock from the pocket, "these are..!" I dropped it in surprise. The once white socks were covered in a film of dirt and were practically yellow in the shape of His footprint.
I stared at the ground thinking, `how did these get in here,' trying to justify it with maybe sleep walking? No that couldn't be it, but if I did why would I grab these. Out of sheer curiosity, I kneeled down and started to bend over sniffing the inside of that boot, to my surprise, I found myself taking a deep breath, pressing my face deep into it. When I finally took my head out, I grabbed for the ripe sock, pressed it to my face. With the first breath, gagging, cough. "Damn how can one person make such an intense questionably awful smell, but I still pressed it to my face one more time for one last whiff, to smell the scent of the Adonis in the other room.
Click-click-click
My doorknob started to turn. I tossed the things that were on the floor into the closet and headed for the door. "Hey son, are you okay, your alarm is still going off."
"I'm so sorry it woke you," `damn I got distracted', not realizing the stiff tent I had in my shorts.
"It's okay, but hmm," he paused, his nose scrunching, "anything going on in here?"
"No why?"
"Just wondering, not used to your room, smelling like a locker room. Usually smells florally in here," he trailed off doing a glance over of the room, "but I'm going to take a quick run."
"Okay, have a good run and good morning," I said, as he headed back to his room.
I headed for the kitchen and cooked up some eggs, bacon, some homemade pancakes and whipped cream. As I was wrapping up, there he was leaning against the wall in the archway, with his signature smirk. "Good morning Nick."
"Good morning boy" as he went to take a seat at the kitchen table, patting me on the head. `Did he just call me boy,' I wondered, I offered him some coffee, he immediately asked for cream and sugar. "Thanks buddy," he said with knowing eyes, as I handed it to him.
I was finishing setting up the table, when dad came home, his muscular body glistening in sweat and a musk that was spreading through, he sat at the table and I handed his coffee exactly to his liking and found my seat. Nick broke the silence, "damn dude, you really haven't missed a beat huh? Even after all these years, you're still in excellent shape."
"Haha, we used to work out non-stop. All the jaw-dropped looks when we would be in the gym."
"That's right! There wasn't anybody else who could command a room like we did," Nick said laughing as some crumbs flew out of his mouth landing on the table. Glistening specks of pancakes just shimmering as I stared at it.
As we ate, me in silence, they were talking about where everything was: the in case of an emergency list, my schedule and how dad would check in from time to time but wouldn't feel the need to do so because of Nick. He even said, try not to call unless it's necessary, because he would be busy. Nick also offered to take me on outings so I wouldn't be pent up in the house. It was in that sentiment that I gave him a look. But as I was about to say something, his look with his raised eyebrow, freezing me, so I held my tongue and continued to listen. To which there it was again his smirk and his heavy hand resting on my head, holding my gaze with his, "don't you worry we'll have plenty of fun."
I got a chill hearing those words and felt dazed by a single look.
When I finally shook off the spell he had me on I noticed, dad was gone from the table and Nick just standing off to the corner, felt his stare, but decided best not to make eye contact. My plate was clear and They both left some pieces of pancakes and eggs. On Nick's there were half chewed pancakes and little pieces of bacon that had a sparkle to them, `was that some bite marks," I thought.
I was gathering all of the remnants on one plate along with the crumbs and was about ready to throw it when Nick gripped my wrist, "boy, let's not waste food," handing me a zip lock back, "tuck it in there" letting go and walked away, but not without a slap on my ass
`Well that's gross, but if he wants it for later he can feel free, most of what's in this bag has already touched his mouth so I guess...' I thought to myself.
"Sam, we'll be headed out in 10, my bags still need to be zipped and loaded to the car."
"Sure dad, on it."
"Well aren't you an obedient one," Nick said smirking, "I mean helpful, you're so helpful to your dad"
I looked at him dressed up in black basketball shorts, a partially zipped up hoodie, and running shoes. `How can one man always look like he is about to have a photoshoot,' I wondered but went back to zipping everything up before loading it to the car.
"Dad, here's your wallet, your ticket, and your phone, everything is loaded and ready when you are."
"Thanks son," as he walked past me, a sweaty musk from his run earlier breezed past me.
Then a different musk came drifting in with my next few breaths as Nick's hoodie wafted in the air as he walked past.
As both men headed out the door, "hey dad, you're wearing your house slippers."
"Oh, I didn't realize it, I still need to get some documents downloaded to my phone and answer an email, go grab them for me."
"Sure, one sec." I went to grab his dress shoes and to go lock the doors.
Went over to the front passengers side and placed them on the ground, he slipped out of his old sweaty slippers and began to insert his foot in, stopping short of pressing down on the back of the shoe.
I looked up, his face still buried in his phone, kneeling before him, I placed a finger, holding it back. Feeling the pressure of his sweaty heel pushing against my finger, stepping hardly on it and tying the laces for him. I then repeated this with the other shoe. Once the second shoe was tied and without him looking he swung his legs in, "Thanks Sam, let's get going, I need to be there soon," as I closed his door.
As I was grabbing the slippers and getting up, Nick was just watching from his window, a mixture of feelings washed over me, embarrassment, anxiousness, but most of all wondered how long he was watching me.
Placing the slippers into the trunk, I got into the driver's seat and we were off to the airport.
It was a pretty mellow drive as both of them had their window down. Nick and dad talked about random things, while Nick would put his foot up against the middle console, his socked foot brushing up against my arm. I would look back at him with the rear view mirror, he would just continue talking looking out the window. But what boggled my mind was that with every brush scratch his foot would do against my skin a twitch in my pants would occur.
As we arrived at the drop off, the two of them stepped out and gave each other a hug as they spoke. The announcement speaker kept me from being able to hear what they were saying as I grabbed the bags from the trunk and handed them to dad.
Giving me a hug, "be good and listen to Nick, he is doing you a favor and don't make it hard on him okay?"
"Sure, whatever, but did you just decide not to shower off after your run?" As the scent just continued to hit my lungs.
"Haha, there wasn't time, besides it's not that bad, also it is very commanding wouldn't you say?" As he walked off laughing.
Nick sauntered off back to the car, I was expecting him to take the front passenger seat, but he just went back to the back seat he had just been, as I began walking back he was just staring at his phone screen.
I started up the car, "hey boy, it's getting too windy for my liking could you roll up all the windows?"
"Umm sure thing," and started to drive off.
As I was driving, the air in the car took a distinctive turn, his foot extended through the middle partition, resting both his socked feet one on top of the other on the middle console and it began its attack on my senses.
"So boy, what do you have planned for the rest of the day?"
This time when I looked back at the rear view mirror, he was holding my gaze, thankfully we were at a stop as I couldn't help but just look into his eyes. They almost shimmered even and with his scent, his feet touching my skin, it was all too much and it was like I blacked out, but snapped back to reality with the horns of other cars telling me to go.
"I guess I was planning on meeting up with friends, since I couldn't go out yesterday," a little irritatingly.
"Awe boy, you know there's a part of you that's glad you didn't. Another part of you telling you it's okay, that you got to stay home for one, two, maybe ten reasons," as his socked foot was brazingly going up and down my arm, "unless of course you still don't want to admit it. Things that you admitted when you were younger, those feelings should still be around right? If not, don't you worry we will find our way back soon."
I shook myself, trying to get myself together, "listen man, I don't know what you think you know or just what you are implying but I had plans last night, plans that I was looking forward to for so long and that got all taken away, so forgive me if I don't seem thrilled or remotely remember these so called memories you keep claiming."
In a swift move, his feet and legs pulled back, and his breath so close to my ear and neck, his grip on my chin, "you say that now, don't you worry, these memories of ours will come slithering right on back, it always does, but until then, DON'T YOU DARE, raise your voice to me or speak to me with such disrespect in your voice ever again, let this be your warning," he pulled back leaving me slightly trembling, it was as if I could feel spit from when he said those words.
The back of his hand brushed my cheek, "after all you are my devoted boy and I will make sure...haha, don't worry about it we'll get there, for now let's have some quiet as I nap," playfully slapping my face before reclining back into the seat.
As uneventful the rest of the ride was, there was a moment where he stretched out as he laid back, where one leg was on either side, and his left foot near my face. The intersections were slightly embarrassing as guys pointed and laughed, yelling out if I wanted theirs next. Any attempt for me to avoid their gaze was met with my nose brushing against his foot, causing a twitch that would slap back at my face.
When I pulled up into the driveway, he was still snoring. "Great, what do I do now, I could just leave him here, but would that upset him?" I stared at him. What was he talking about earlier, he keeps saying these things but I don't remember any of it or him,' I thought, but there is something about this smell of his that makes me think differently, act differently. All I know is this is getting frustrating.'
"Umm Nick?"
"Hey Nick" "It's time to wake up, we're here"
"Damn, what to do, what to do," the smell drew me in, `eh, what's the harm,' I brought my face down to his right foot that was still resting on the console. "Ughh these are ripe, but why is it there is a sweetness to it," pressing my face in and placing my nose under his toes.
His foot flicked and scrunched, holding my nose, mmmm fuck, what is wrong with me,' as I drew another breath in. "Damn him," he pulled back his leg, OH NO,' I thought, pulling back as quickly as possible.
Peering over at him, he was still asleep.
"Nick? Are you awake?"
"If you are, I'm going to leave you here."
"Nick, can you please wake up, it's getting really hot and your feet are starting to sweat and smell even more."
"Sir?"
"Yeah boy? Were you just saying something about my feet?"
"No, I was telling you to wake up," he looked at me questioningly, The silence matched with his glare excruciating "fine, yes, I was saying they're getting ripe from this heat and can we go inside now please?"
He held that gaze, scrunching his eyebrows together, "hmmm, are they?" As he brought his foot to my face, pressing me against the steering wheel.
"Mmmphf, Ferr, mmmess," was all I could manage to say.
"Hey Sammy Boy, you don't seem to be complaining, so they can't be that bad, let's continue inside," as he pressed and rubbed his foot against my face, "or maybe just a few more minutes.
The pressure increased on my head as he brought his other foot closer, "don't you just love the attention Sammy Boy?"
I slightly glared at him in shock, as I pulled back, about to say, "what a pri..." when I remembered his warning and his foot pressed back against my nose and mouth, shutting me up.
P.S.
If you have any thoughts (good,bad,neutral,or ideas) as always, please email me at DenverFtSlv@gmail.com. Other than that I will do my best to get the next chapter out much sooner! Thanks again!