Mr. Dungeon

I met Mr. Dungeon the first week I moved to a new flat. I named him that because I simply do not recall his real name; also, the nickname fits him like a glove. As I was walking home from work, I ran into this handsome tall guy who greeted me with an honest smile. He was in his early sixties, or so I supposed, but still handsome as I said. I’m not sure how tall he was, but his boots screamed size fifteen or plus; his bald head and blue eyes granted him a much younger look, on top of those leather clothes that gave away a kinky personality. 

We talked for a while and this is the info I’ve got from our chat: he did not mention his age; he had been married with the same guy for over thirty years and they were happy due to their open relationship. He lived three blocks from me and was leaving town in a couple of months. 

He also said it would be his pleasure (emphasis on “pleasure”) to know me better and, if I was interested in making it happen, he had rented house in the south of the city where he held weekly parties for men into bondage and fetishes. The cover was twenty bucks and we could BYOB. He gave me the address, and we departed. For the next few days I was thrilled by two things: the perspective of “getting to know” Mr. Dungeon better and the fact that, less than a week in the city, I had already found an underground gay place where my fetish desires could be fulfilled. 

So, on that Wednesday evening, I grabbed my six pack and headed to the subway. The “pleasure house” was about six  stations over, located in a discreet residential neighborhood. Who could tell! After ringing the bell, the door opened and I was passionately kissed in the mouth by Mr. Dungeon, who just whispered “Welcome hottie”. I must confess I was kind of nervous at first, since I did know what to expect; however, that unexpected welcome kiss calmed me down and I followed MD for a tour of the four stories house. The first floor was the welcoming area, little furniture, lots of free space, the kitchen where one could store the drinks, a bathroom. 

The second floor had three spaces, each of them “decorated” in the fashion of specific themes: one had a tub for those into pissing (not sure how he was able to pull that off since that space was clearly a bedroom originally); in the second room, there was a twin bed with straps for tying guys up (so many possibilities); the third room had a rack, a chair to restrain people and a sling. The top floor was “the roof”, a place to socialize and the smoking area. The basement was filled with more BDSM apparatus, including two more slings and another tub; that was where I worshipped the amazing feet of a hot guy while he was being fisted (totally not my scene but hot anyway). With so many floors to oversee, it was hard to have an one-on-one time with MD that night though, from time to time, he would seek me to make out, grab my dick and make me feel his dick through his jeans,  before opening his flyer and release a monster cock that totally agreed with his size fifteen feet. 

Guys, I had one of the best experiences in my life that day. Since I was the only guy there into feet, most patrons were ok with having their feet played with in all spaces, five hours of pure bliss. Apart from the guy being fisted (it took me some convincing to remove his boots and work on his feet), the other guys were extremely easygoing. A ginger asked me if we could move to the second floor, where I could tie him up and “have my way” with his bare feet and naked body. Have you guys ever had sex with a redhead? I believe it is true that those beings are hornier than the rest of us mortals. We went to the room and he asked me to shut the door behind us; he wanted to enjoy our time together with no interruptions. 

Then, he asked me to remove all his clothes, but his sneakers and socks (I could enjoy them once he was totally helpless). That fucker knew exactly what buttons to push when it comes to mind control a foot fetishist such myself, and I went with the flow. He spread his arms up, as an indication to remove his shirt; before doing it, I buried my nose on his pits while squeezing his nipples through the shirt’s fabric; he gave out a low cry and I grabbed his crotch as a sign of control. This guy had regular looks, nothing special about him besides being a ginger. And that was enough to make me a horny beast: I simply love them, the reds. He did not have a flat stomach; however, something about his erect nipples and navel made my cock hard instantly, and I licked and sucked on them till they were totally covered with my saliva. I threw him in bed and started poking his bulge, unbuttoning his pants and follow his request. It was difficult to remove the pants without doing the same with the sneakers first, but somehow I managed to comply. 

Once fully naked, I smelled his crotch, licked his inner thighs, and hold his hard pale cock in my hands for a while, savoring his perfect balls just for the sake of it. I reached for the straps under the bed, and effortlessly restrained his arms and feet; now he was all mine for the taking. I did not touch his feet right then; instead, I went back to his upper body and gave him a tongue bath from head to ankles; again, I licked and sucked on his armpits and nipples, licked his freckled neck, kissed that catching for air mouth of his, and took my time exploring his red pubs and almost transparent cock. 

This time, I played with his bull balls for a while, what caused him to utter grunting sounds of pleasure and pleads. What a turn on! Toying with this ginger was driving me over the edge by the minute; I was sure he would make me cum without even touching my dick, something that never happens. But we have to take full advantage of the opportunities life presents, and that was for sure a one of a kind. Licking his toned legs was a treat by itself; even his knees were sexy and I spent some time exploring that area. It was unbelievable to see how hard he was all the time; it made me wonder he knew exactly what he was getting by approaching me on the first place. Now, it was finally time for the big prize: enjoy the horny ginger’s feet! 

So much anticipation! I started unlacing his right foot Nikes, without removing it; patiently, I did the same to the left one. My mouth was watering then I pulled both sneakers off at the same time and the air was instantly filled with worn socks’s scent; impossible not to dig in. However, I had a slight set back when I first removed his right sock: the hunk had flat feet and I’m a high arches kind of guy! Dam it! By staring at his naked feet, I was yet granted with ten perfectly aligned toes that, together with all the perks of his hot body, would totally make my time worthwhile. So, I worked on those feet for a long time, going back and forth from them to his dick, balls, legs, and all the rest. 

Ginger came on my mouth while I tickled his feet, and I do not know exactly what made me shoot a huge load right after that. I released him from the bonds. We cuddled and kissed for a long time, with me poking his whole body in the meantime. We exchanged numbers and left the room, his dick still hard and a huge smile in his regular looking face. We hooked up a couple of times after that day, and I went back to the main room where MD was wondering about my whereabouts. Many other things happened that night but I have to save them for later posts, including the night I finally had MD’s size fifteen feet all over my body.