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I didn't like going to our office building's warehouse. I dreaded it really. It was in the basement of our building, which meant a long elevator ride down to the bottom level, and it seems like I never got my questions answered when I was down there.
Even more so, the guys in the warehouse were dicks. All of them had a chip on their shoulders and wanted nothing to do with all the cushy office job guys upstairs.
The worst was the head of the warehouse, Rick. Big, buff Italian guy who would scare you out of his office downstairs if you even stuttered to ask your question. Usually the words "big buff Italian" gets my blood pumping but those first few months of interacting with him, even his sexy body and handsome face couldn't get me to like the guy.
Then one Friday in mid-August, when the heat was incredible outside and even our basement was hot and humid, I had to go down to the warehouse for a couple questions about shipments. Trust me, I tried to make a call on the phone, but it was late in the day and my guess was almost no one was left down there.
Sure enough, as I walked down the stairs to the warehouse, I couldn't see anyone. I saw that Rick's door was open slightly, so I gave a tentative knock.
"Come in," he called and I slowly opened the door. Before I could see anything in the office, the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. It smelled like a sweaty man after a long day. Damn, if this was all from Rick, he was ripe!
I took a moment to collect myself, and walked into his office. I'd always had a thing for manscents, the smellier the better, and so I was trying my best to hide the growing boner in my pants and I enjoyed the smell of Rick's odor.
I only had a couple of questions, and Rick seemed to be in a good enough mood to answer them, which was a surprise. Maybe since it was the end of the week, he was happy to help.
As he finished answering my question, we engaged in a little small talk and got to know each other a bit. After a few moments of chatting, he cracked a smile on his face.
"By the way dude, sorry about the smell in here," he said as he lifted one of his dress shoes in the air from under his desk. "On Fridays most everyone down here leaves early, which means I get to kick back a bit and finish up my work in peace. I usually take off my shoes and let my boys air out. And after the hot weather we've been having, my feet sure do stink after today."
"Ah yeah, I barely noticed," I lied through my teeth.
"Well don't let it scare you from coming down here again," he smiled and I took one last whiff of the room and made my way upstairs.
This started my weekly ritual of "having an urgent question for Rick" that required me to head down to the warehouse every Friday to chat a bit and of course enjoy the musky odor of his funky feet. He could still be a dick from time to time, but I was able to overlook all that for the sake of his manly smell.
There were a few Fridays where he obviously still had his shoes on, but I could still sense a good smell from him, maybe it was just his overall body, his pits, balls, and ass that made the room smell like a man.
One Friday in late October we had an unseasonably hot day, and pretty much everyone in the office left early to enjoy the weather. I thought I'd stick around just in case Rick was having a "shoes off" day in the warehouse and get my fix of his masculine smell before I took off for the weekend.
I made my way down to the warehouse and there was no one to be seen. And I didn't blame them, it felt like 100 degrees down there, which made me wonder if they had turned off the AC in the basement for the season.
It looked like the light in Rick's office was still on, and so I tapped on the door and prepared my bullshit question.
"What?" he barked from behind his desk.
I walked in to find Rick's office stinking to high heaven. Damn, that no AC thing was really making this guy sweat. And it showed, as he sat behind his desk with his shirt off, and sweat glistened on his chest. Not only were his feet obviously breathing under his desk, so were his sweaty pits!
"Oh hey Rick, sorry to bother, just had a quick question," I stammered as my eyes drank in the muscular chest, huge shoulders, and massive biceps wet with sweat.
"Can you make it quick man, I'm sweating like crazy in here and am about to leave," he said to me with a matter of fact look on his face.
"Yeah it was just about the shipments for next week," I said as I tried to come up with a good question for him to take his time to answer, so I could have more time in his presence.
"Next week? I don't give a fuck about next week right now dude, we are still dealing with issues from two weeks ago. I'm not about to answer a question about something that hasn't even happened," he said.
"Ah ok, well um, it's sort of important," I said, looking at the floor.
"Well if it's so important, yeah I'll answer it, but not until I'm done finishing up these orders," he said rifling through a stack of forms. "You know what, I think you should help me with this, since it's your department that screwed up all these orders," he said, leaning forward in his chair.
"We did?" I asked, with no idea what he was talking about.
"Yeah, you guys got all the dates wrong on these forms so I'm getting calls from all over the country that our shipments haven't arrived yet. I'm cleaning up your mess while I'm down here sweating like a pig, and you guys are up there in your air conditioned office causing me all sorts of problems," he barked at me.
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to," I said, shocking myself that I'd called him sir. Did that honestly just come out of my mouth?
A small smile formed in the corner of Rick's mouth, and I could tell that he picked up on me calling him "sir."
"Well if you didn't mean to, then you'll make it right, won't you boy?"
"Yes sir," I said without even thinking. I was slowly losing control of my mind and speech, as this big, sweaty, smelly, Italian stud looked at me from across the desk.
His smile widened and got a little sinister.
"You know what I need? It's not your help on these forms, I'll get those all done on my own. No, what I need is a nice footrest as I finish up this work. I think that's a great assignment for you," he smirked at me.
"You want me to find you a footrest," I said with dread and anticipation.
"Oh fuck no, I know where the foot rest is," he said and he rose from his chair, all 225 pounds of muscle, at 6′3″ towering over me, he muscles glistening, his smell overpowering me.
Rick stood over me and didn't need to say a word for me to cower in his presence. I wanted to melt into him.
"My footrest is right here," he said and tapped me square on the nose.
I let out a small whimper as he did and collapsed to my knees.
"Get under my desk with our face up, right under my chair," he ordered.
I did exactly as I was told, crawling on my hands and knees to my new place of work: right under Rick's feet.
The smell under his desk was intoxicating. I could see his shoes and socks in a pile, as well as his sweat stained dress shirt. I laid under his chair whimpering in anticipation as he shuffled a few papers on his desk. It felt like eternity as I waited for him to sit.
"Keep your fucking my shut, boy. I don't want to feel your tongue or teeth or anything on my feet. Just sniff them," he ordered. "Understand?"
"Yes sir," I yelled back.
"Good boy," he laughed and placed his big, meaty left foot right on my face. It was hot and moist and he put the crevice between his toes right on my nose. I almost blew my load in my pants when the smell hit my nostrils. I was in pure foot fag heaven.
I took deep breaths and moved my nose slightly as I could, to get all the amazing foot odor from his toes. Soon he placed his right foot next to his left and the massive feet completely smothered my face. I was whimpering in pleasure and torture as he rubbed his big, beefy, sweaty, rank bare feet all over my face.
"That's right boy, sniff," I heard him say as he worked above me. I was completely overwhelmed by his masculine foot odor, and knew my face was going to smell like it for days.
After a few more minutes of sniffing, he snapped his fingers and said, "Lick."
He was kind enough to move his feet a little off my face so I could start tonguing his soles, and boy did I ever. I licked every last inch of his boat sized feet, getting all the sweat and grime out from between his toes and off his heel.
"Suck my toes, now boy," he instructed and placed his massive big toe in my mouth. I started gagging on it as it hit the back of my throat. I did all ten toes a good washing, sucking them like they were a cock that needed to explode with cum.
I could've lied there all day, but eventually, Rick took both his feet off my face and I opened my eyes.
"Alright boy, I'm done for the day," he said, leering over me and looking me straight in the eye.
"You did a good job but you didn't earn the prizes I know you want, like to huff on my balls, suck on my dick, or eat my sweaty ass."
The look on my face must've given it away, because he laughed at me and said, "Fuck yeah I knew you wanted all my stink, well you're not gonna get it today. Now that I know I've got a dedicated foot rest in the office, you'll have to stop by every Friday from now on and work for the honor of licking the sweat off my nuts, you understand me?" he barked.
I was totally crushed that I wasn't going to get to sniff his (most likely) very hairy nuts today, but honestly that wasn't even running through my mind while I was washing his feet with my tongue.
"Yes sir," was all I could muster and it was enough.
"Good boy," he said as he slapped me on the face and pointed to the door.