This choice: Come close and suck on the toe area...without pants • Go Back... You keep your eyes fixed on Tails’s foot as it slowly lowers toward the bed sheets. The imprints of the boy’s toes etched out in filth on the bottom of the sock hold your gaze like a vice grip. It all looks so warm, so inviting; when his feet are finally horizontal, you find your legs taking you closer of their own accord. The rest of his foot was hot, sure: incredibly so. This, however, was on a whole other level.
Pushing forward, you wade through the few inches of puffed out cotton until you reached the firm, plump toes. Even with your arms outstretched in front of you, the cute, smelly treasures are so insulated that you must fully wrap yourself in the dingy sock fabric before you reach them. Here, in the arches of his toes, you were completely surrounded by the boy genius’s infinitely powerful soles. In fact, their oppressive smell clued you in nicely to their terrific strength.
You bask in smell for a moment, letting your member slowly gain rigidity. You are starting to feel the warmth of his soles now; to your surprise, it makes you feel even smaller than you are. Even as you close your eyes, and feel nothing but the blanket of foul-smelling cloth wrapped around your body, you feel like you could still sense the might of the giant that stretched up before you. He was just a little kid: under normal circumstances he’d only come up to waist height, but now he towered over your form. The little boy wasn’t so little any more, and he had all the power that came with it. Being a servant to such a power…felt more important now than anything else in the world.
So, you steel yourself with a single resolve. You decide that, no matter what, you would make Tails feel better than he ever had felt in his life. Though it’s unclear as to what the boy’s previous experience may be, none of that matters in the end. You were the only one that could do this, the only one weak and servile enough to bring this boy the pleasure befitting a titan.
Your eyes open, twinkling with conviction. Your hands are out in front of you, lightly brushing up against the wall of black and the solid flesh that supported it. Since this area didn’t experience as much of the boy’s weight, it was far softer than the crushed fabric on either side of you. You stroke your hands up, down and all around the area, getting a feel for the locations of Tails’s massive toes. Of course, doing this also gives you a sense of their scale as well; though far shorter and stubbier than either Sonic’s or Silver’s, the toes of the fox boy are by no means puny when compared to your stature. Though the pinkie toe was decently shorter than you, the big guy that stuck out at head height was at least as long as you were tall. The lean, smooth muscle structure of each one was apparent, even under the thickness of the sock.
You stand up straight and apply pressure to the big toe. Almost immediately, you feel a sharp twitch in response, which gives you a moment’s pause. His toes must be really sensitive…
Your spine shivers with pleasure and your dick stirs. Your balls clench in rhythm with your heartbeat, but you pray they don’t squeeze too hard. As much as you’d LOVE to cum at the moment, you don’t want to deny Tails of any of the pleasure you could provide him before that. And so you get to work properly, firmly squeezing and rubbing the skin of the boy’s toe with a determined passion. Your fingers deftly work the flesh, like a pianist tickling the keys of his piano. Like the artisan, not a movement is wasted; every slight push of a finger sends a lightning bolt of joy right into the taught muscles of the toe.
Every twitch and shuffle of the massive digit fills you with empathetic glee. The joy that this boy feels, you feel magnified a hundred times over. Though the oak-like rigidity of your dick would say otherwise, you feel immensely calm and collected as you massage the toe in front of you. The warmth of your surroundings lulls you into a Zen-like trance, and the smell working its way deeply into your nose humbles you with it’s domineering might.
The smell, in fact, is so powerful here that it begins to make your eyes water. The odor enters your sinuses, causing them to well up. When the warm tears finally do start to flow, you chuckle a bit, in spite of yourself. How powerful IS this boy, that the mere smell of his godly toes could turn you into a crying, horny mess? What would he think of your pitiful state? Either way, it helped put things in perspective for you…you were the servant, and he was the all-powerful master.
Whether he actually KNEW his role or not was completely irrelevant. All that mattered was that you were pleasing him.
Just then, you feel a movement in the foot as a whole. Tails was fidgeting under your touch; no longer was his body content with simply wiggling his toes to react to the pleasure. The waves must have finally propagated up and began to affect his entire young body, and with that in mind, you break off from the toe and move outside the pillowy prison. As you move, however, you don’t let your hands break off from the fleshy sole; instead you inch sideways, slowly working your way towards the pad of the fox’s toe.
The sock here is pressed flat, and much like the other worn areas, it is caked in a noticeable layer of filth. The grit covers your hands almost instantly, turning them pale with forgotten bits of dust Tails had inadvertently picked up. Now outside your sanctuary, you look down the length of his leg and up his body towards his face.
To your surprise, the tablet isn’t covering it up. Instead, Tails’s face is scrunched up in what seems like pain at first; however, the implication is dispelled when a feeble little moan leaves his lips. The soft, stuttering cry imbues you with confidence; what you were doing was clearly working. The adorably innocent look fills you with pleasure…and your dick with blood.
Tails’s eyes are firmly shut, though you don’t really care if he’s watching you or not at this point. No matter what, you HAVE to get naked now, and after a swift series of pulls and tugs, you are. You let your rigid penis trace circles on the pad of the boy’s middle toe; the softness of the fabric and warm ductility of the skin underneath feels incredible on your little head. You then give it more pressure, sinking your dick deeper into the flesh and twirling it around until it was covered in filth. For you, it’s just another appendage with which to work your magic: a tool that allowed you to work two toes at the same time.
You match the pressure with your hands, and continue to artfully work the skin of the giant. The moans from the boy grow louder as both dick and palm work him over like putty. But even though you controlled the pace and movement of your appendages, Tails firmly controlled your level of pleasure with his own. The more worked up he got, the more you got worked up in turn, and at the moment, the boy appeared to be in heaven thanks to your work.
When you feel the boy reach the apex of his enjoyment, you move in to raise the bar higher with your mouth. Though you wanted to slowly build up to it, you go straight for the impassioned, sucking kiss immediately in spite of yourself. Your mouth thickly slathers on the saliva as your tongue caresses deeply into the giant’s tissue. Though it’s not really your intention, you still suck in as much of the cheesy taste as you possibly can. Thankfully, judging by the yelp given forth by your master and host, he appears to like it just as much as you do.
The smells and tastes grip into you again, making you lose all control of yourself. You stop rubbing, and put your hands as far around the toe as you can, just so you could pull it closer like the embrace you give an estranged lover. You let your eyes close as you get more and more into the kiss; it takes you to another world, one filled with nothing but pleasure. Your hips stroke back and forth, causing your dick to ride up and become sandwiched between the toe pad and your pelvis. The soft resilience of the warm sock on your scrotum makes your entire crotch twitch, which is transferred into the toe and answered with a short, breathy hum.
You want to hear that again. You reel your hips back and slam your tight sack into the toe again. This time, you hear a moan clearly through clenched teeth. And so you keep pounding, picking up the pace slowly, but deliberately. Your whole shaft buzzes with energy as it rubs up against the slightly abrasive surface. Your little head becomes hot, and turns a shade of purple with the strain. Precum seeps deep into the sock, which soaks the juices up happily like a sponge. The warmth hitting your balls and the moans from the giant boy become far too much for you to handle, and with one final buck of your hips, it’s all over.
The final slam is like the firing pin of a gun, sending shockwaves through your tool that propels steaming, sticky cum at unimaginable velocity. The first squirts reach all the way up to the base of your neck, and as these drips slowly course down your chest, your pelvis drowns in torrent of the ejaculate fluids. Your mouth, still firmly clamped onto the pad of Tails’s big toe, breaks off for only an instant to issue a pained cry of elation into the thick black fabric. Your fingers dig deeply into the toe flesh of the boy, causing him to issue a cry of his own.
When it’s all over, you sink to your knees. Much of the cum drips down onto the bed and piles around your tired member, but the small amount that does stick to the dirty fabric begs you to clean it off. With eyes still fluttering from the after effects of your orgasm, you lean in and gently lap up the loose juices with the tip of your tongue. The quickly congealing cum feels good in your weary mouth, so you don’t bother swallowing it just yet; at least, not until you turn to Tails to see his reaction first.
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