Complete Submission

 

His boots lay discarded on the floor, the wafting scent of an entire day on the construction site filling the room. It was the weekly treat that Robbie looked forward to most: the wet, sweet-sour-salty mansmell of his master’s ripe footsweat. Naked and on his hands and knees before the chiseled, musky dom, he waited eagerly for the green light to bury his face in those steel toes.

Hunter on the other hand, lounged backward in his chair, staring at the cute little twink who worshipped every inch of him each Friday after the long day’s work. He loved seeing the drool dripping from his plump lips, desperate for just a whiff of him. Before Robbie, he’d never experienced a woman or a man who was so in absolute awe of him and he was into it. The warm, slick tongue slowly creeping up the sole of his foot; the moans of ecstasy as he pushed his head into his sticky pits; the cries of absolute carnal pleasure as he plowed that tight bubble butt; but above all, he was into just how much control he held over this sweet and entirely devoted gay kid.

“You waited long enough, boy. Get to it.” Permission granted. Robbie crawled over to the still-warm boots and raised one to his nose. Taking a deep breath, he took in his master’s scent which had turned him into all but an indentured servant. Hunter put his feet on Robbie’s back, his favorite footstool. “Yeah, that’s right. You love that filthy smell don’t ya Robbie boy?” Face pressed against the very insole of the boot, the sticky, dank fabric flavoring his tongue, Robbie moaned in affirmation. Both men were in absolute heaven, an almost meditative air about it. Before long, Hunter had tapped the back of his little slut’s head with his toe. “Open your mouth.”

Pulling away from his second home in the boot, Robbie smiled, flashing those enamoured puppy dog eyes at his god. He let his lips part, and welcomed Hunter’s bare toe into his mouth. Quiet mutterings of “oh yeah” and “that’s a good boy” under Hunter’s breath felt like a completion of his entire being. He wanted, needed to give himself entirely to this adonis. It had been building steadily over time, and after months of cock sucking, ass eating, pit huffing, muscle worshipping, and hard bottoming, this nagging desire had consumed every thought and aspiration he’d once had. It was finally time to let him know.

“Use me, sir.” Hunter looked down at his sub, who’d never once made so much as a gentle request during their sessions, with noticeable surprise. “I want to submit completely. I want you to own me, sir.” The hulking man leaned down, face inches away from those begging blue eyes.

“Is that so?” That adorable, dumbfounded face nodded, making Hunter smirk with pride. “No goin’ back, boy. You want that, huh?” Raising his rank foot back to Robbie’s adoring lips, the sub gasped for air between the adoring licks of the soft, savory sole, not breaking eye contact once. He had already given himself entirely, he’d only just now made it known, and Hunter was ready to accept his pleas. “Then open up, boy. I’ll make you mine.”

Slowly, carefully, Hunter pressed his foot further into Robbie’s mouth, savoring every single second. The boy gargled loudly as the entire width of Hunter’s size 15 foot slipped into his mouth, effortlessly passing past the back of his throat and began to make it’s way down his throat. His skin stretched outward, the outline of the foot protruding from his neck as it pushed downward. In his entirely clear mind, Robbie let go of every single inhibition telling him no, and gave himself completely to Hunter. As if he could read his mind, Hunter knew the kid was ready.

“Alright, let’s go.” Grabbing the twink’s face by each cheek, the massive dom shoved his foot downward, pulling the stretching head up his thick calves, and up to his wide, meaty thighs; letting the boy’s nose sit happily on his sweaty taint. Raising his leg upward, he pulled the boy’s elastic legs as he slipped his feet into Robbie’s. A loud creaking and slurping noise rang out in the room as the larger feet made their way into his, his skin bulging outward and warping to accommodate the muscular foot before it was suctioned entirely into place.

Hunter wriggled his thick toes, pulling the soft sole to his face and inhaling deeply. That familiar, dank, musty, sharp, musk wafted right out from beneath Robbie’s pores, unable to contain the sheer potency of Hunter’s pheromones. Hunter smiled with a mischievous grin, as he effortlessly stretched Robbie’s mouth wider before plunging his second foot down the gaping maw and into place.

Robbie felt complete euphoria as he twisted and contorted, his body impossibly expanded and filled with his master’s considerable frame. His feet stretching like socks, becoming triple the size of before as Hunter’s grimy toes slipped into his own, before the man stood upright on his new feet. The wet slapping of the massive, sweaty boats against the hardwood floor was enough to make Robbie blow his load had he not the mental fortitude to wait for the precisely right moment to climax; a technique the welcome invader himself had taught him long ago.

Hunter pulled upward, jumping to slide his lower half into place. He pressed every air bubble out, letting each crevice and nook of his firm legs be seen. Robbie’s elated but scrunched upper half now resting on his hips, Hunter sauntered over to the mirror, admiring how his new legs showed off every hard earned muscle just as intended.

“Perfect. Now just to get myself all adjusted…” Shoving his hands down into Robbie, he grabbed hold of his cock, fully erect from the warmth and slickness and tightness that had enveloped it and slowly guided it toward Robbie’s slim, curved five incher. Finding the base of the cock, he slowly pressed his thick uncut rod into it’s sleeve. Like water filling a balloon, he watched as his veiny cock pushed further and further into place, feeling better than even the tightest and smoothest fleshlight. He felt the tip finally hit the head, only just half of the way in. As if rolling on a condom, he pushed and rolled the skin, finally coming to full mast at 10 inches. His balls fell naturally into place, dropping into their saggy sack like rocks in a bag.

“Aww yeah, that’s nice.” Now completely in place south of the treasure trail, Hunter made headway pulling the skin tightly over his rippled abs and meaty pecs while forcing his arms into the pipecleaners that once were, now bulging with rock hard biceps and veins, culminating in two massive hands. He looked down at his ripped but smooth, pale body. Adjustments were sure to be made over time, after all, it was all his now- he could do whatever he wanted.

Knowing the takeover was nearly over, Robbie prepared himself for his final moments of independence and sovereignty. He finally got what he wanted- he was now entirely given to his master. As his head finally was stretched over Hunter’s, he happily accepted the strong new presence as the final snap of his face against Hunter’s merged his consciousness. As if a passenger in his own body, he was ready for his new existence.

Hunter smirked as he adjusted his face, pressing and stretching it over his own, until he was finally completely done. He looked in the mirror, fingers gripping his chiseled chin with a cocky smirk. He flexed, admiring just how good he looked. He felt that sense of love and admiration for himself, a continuous contribution from Robbie in the backseat that would fuel his swagger and ego for the rest of his life. Feeling compelled with Robbie’s need to indulge in his musk and gorgeous muscles, Hunter slipped on his wet socks and perfectly fitted ripe boots, he sauntered into his bedroom for some pit sniffing and filthy bating.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Having finally showed up to the office to quit his job, the “new” Robbie was a stark contrast to who he once was. He walked into the break room, clearly back from the gym and ripe in a black tee shirt, shorts, and a pair of very fragrant flip flops. Tattoos covering his entire body, and his unshaven beard shocked his coworkers, and aroused a few of them as well. Strolling up to the boss, he simply stated “Welp, Bob. I quit. Let me know when you’re ready to come thank me for my time here, I have a few ideas on how you can do that.” He grabbed his very present bulge, and winked at the flushed and flustered man and walked out.